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Post by Sarah Jane on Mar 14, 2011 18:50:57 GMT -5
Run they did, at a good clip, right into the elevator. It was almost immediately dead. The small space was suddenly lit in the glow of her Sonic Lipstick. She didn't bother to answer, but simply started vibrating the screws out of the to the access panel. Her vision was clear again, and she flickered her eyes back and fourth from her project to the young man where he sat on the floor, lit gently by the warm glow of her handy tool.
"Well, I'm glad you're here. I'd be dead already without you. You know, besides trying to get a message out to Unit, and giving them time to get here by taking the ship off course, I don't know what else to do. You said the Rift was keeping you from contacting the Doctor?" by now the little panel had opened up it's loopy guts to her ministrations. She frowned, identifying this and that, having learned much from K9 talking her through this and that repair. "The time-rift those worm-heads came in on, or the rift you came in on? " she gave him a wry smile. "I'm the only one who had to buy a ticket."
"I can't shut down the ship from here, but . .what exactly did you have in mind? Sarah reached into her sleeve and pulled out a Leatherman multi-tool. It never occurred to her to go armed, but she always went prepared.
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Post by izzysmith on Mar 14, 2011 19:24:15 GMT -5
"well they came here using a crono displacement device. basically if we could shut it down the device on the ship then we could send each ship back to its point of origin. the only problem is that in order to do it one of us is going to have to get aboard the ship." explained Izzy as he assisted Sara Jane is opening the emergency escape hatch.
he listened to what she had to say as he climbed threw the crawl space into the elevator shaft. he stretched out his hand assisting her up. "you know its a good thing you weren't wearing an evening gown. cause we got allot of climbing to do."
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Post by Sarah Jane on Mar 14, 2011 20:31:30 GMT -5
After getting Izzy started at finding which solenoid would open the escape hatch, she took out the longest blade on the Leatherman. In seconds, she sliced through key points of her gown. As he climbed up nimbly, she ripped the material off to just above the knee. Underneath she had rather clinging, knee length leggings of sturdy, shimmering silk that stopped just above her knee high white boots.
"Good thing I'm not." she agreed with a saucy grin, standing in the puddle of the last 1/3 of her new gown.
He stretched down, she leaped up, one hand reaching for his, the other aimed at the rim of the hatch. Both hands found their targets and she pulled up with all her might. Izzy Smith gave a good pull at just the right time to pop her belly first right out onto the roof of the elevator. Her face expressed a certainty that this maneuver would go wrong at any moment, but she made almost no noise, and climbed to her feet at the end of it.
"One of us can get inside the other ship, and the other, can go back and see what we can do to slow them down. Do you wish to draw straws?" She asked, dusting herself off, a merry challenge in her eyes. "And do you have a cell phone?"
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Post by izzysmith on Mar 15, 2011 0:08:23 GMT -5
"yes I have a cell and no that wont be nessasary. Ill do it..." he said with a somewhat sad look upon his face.
"now whats say we make like Shelly Winters and climb out of this shaft." hopping she would understand the Poseidon adventure reference.
Izzy popped open the elevator doors to the floor above. all seemed quite now as most of the passengers were passed out. apparently they had filled the ship with a sleeping gas that had since dissipated in the air. "well this is where you and I part ways for the moment." said Izzy extending out his hand.
"good luck Sara Jane."
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Post by Sarah Jane on Mar 15, 2011 12:23:22 GMT -5
There they stood in the elevator shaft, lit only by the warm pinkish glow of her Sonic Lipstick. She was really quite charmed by this Izzy Smith. That is what kept her amused smile carefully contained as he bravely offered to go disable the crono-displacement device from the invading ship, which loomed predatory on the other side of the rift. As if staying on the Queen Mary proper and saving the 3,000 or so humans on board from the Cult of Scaro was going to be the easy job.
"Whether or not they'll work right now, Izzy, it can't hurt to trade phone numbers, eh?" She said, taking her tiny cell phone from one of her broad sleeves.
When they finished with the phones, it was indeed time to climb. She followed the rather light-footed and graceful young man up the side of the shaft, Sonic Lipstick held in her mouth for it's tiny illumination. They only had to climb the cold, re-bar rung access-ladder one flight before Izzy pried their way back into the nominal civilization of the passenger corridor.
There were no less than half a dozen people in sight, all laying rather peacefully, as if they'd all just gotten very sleepy and laid down as if to bed. She knelt down next to a lady on her back who was dressed for dinner in finery not unlike her own. She pressed fingertips to the woman's throat artery. The woman was warm. Her heart was beating slowly, but evenly. Sarah Jane shook her a little by the shoulders, her voice low but intent.
"Missus . . . .Missus. . can you wake?" She asked, shaking her yet again. The woman rolled her eyes a little and smacked her lips together, but that was all.
Sarah Jane shuddered, and released her. All those people, laying helpless in sleep, not even knowing they were just waiting in a tumbled line to be scooped up by the Cult of Scaro. The Cult's methods were as ugly as going fishing by dropping dynamite into a lake, but worse. Perhaps she had gotten the better job, because she certainly wasn't going to allow this to happen.
She stood and turned to Izzy, her unexpected companion. He was definitely a charmer with his fine looks, his smile, his oddly formal, slightly tipsy-seeming nature. He had also proven himself to be quite handy. She put her hand in his and gave him a good handshake.
"Good luck Izzy Smith." she said warmly, then turned on her heel, intent on heading for the Bridge of the Queen Mary. It was a place to start.
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Post by Owen Harper on Jul 12, 2011 21:32:33 GMT -5
The ocean, Owen hated the ocean as he hated the country side. He had more a reason to hate it, he was dead and he had to be careful. But, he was here to help Sarah Jane.
Owen had an alien artifact that had allowed you use your phone as a tracker. The problem Owen nipped it. He figured Jack had not too much control over Owen. Having John Hart around had helped Owen to get what he needed.
He left a note to Tosh claim he ‘borrowed’ such device to increase his chances to find Sarah Jane. So, here he was at the docks. The team was after something and he was needed to find Sarah Jane.
He had his gun in the back of his jeans, he had long sleeve under armor on and jeans. He was sure to wear special plastic to protect his skin under his clothing. It was like under garments.
Looking down at the device, he saw she was ahead. He was awed the size of the Queen Mary. She was huge. Nice cruise liner for vacation and woman loved them for romance.
This was not a romance adventure. Unless Sarah Jane finds a way to make it, she had called him Harry all lot and it was weird and spooky. It was her dead lover and Owen was walking dead. Even the night talk shows would had fun with this if they ever got on the show.
He radioed that he was moving in. “Remember, Jack, if this ship sinks I am a sunk…So don’t abandon me,” he said. The image of being stuck in the ocean depth would be haunting for Owen. Decaying and watching himself float apart. This ship better not sink.
ooc Was not sure if I can reply here. I used the info you gave me and I did not read this thread. |
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Post by Sarah Jane on Jul 12, 2011 22:59:44 GMT -5
Her first instinct was to start dragging people behind doors and using her Sonic to seal them shut, but there were just too many sleeping human forms laying around. She wouldn't be able to save enough of them. Not with so many on board. The sonic was the only tool she had. Therefore, she would have to find a way to make its influence (in what way she had not yet determined) be felt ship wide. Communications. She would have to get to Communications. There would be many possibilities if she could get to the Bridge. Sarah had only reached a ship's directory by being fast on her feet as the marauding Aliens came by in a pack, dragging their laz a fair captives along the rich carpets. Every once and a while she could hear and feel distant percussion from the Alien arsenal either killing people or knocking them out. She hoped it was more of whatever was putting people to sleep, and not whatever horrid killing blasters they carried that had devastated the Queen Mary's Grand Dining room. A plan began to form even as she took off running, for here came a group of the tall, green, tentacle-mouthed marauders. These were empty handed and seeking. She was well ahead of them, and managed to make two full turns, but now she had been spotted in a part of the ship they thought was already swept, and the chase was on. Sarah had her familiarity with human architecture as a great advantage. She went from hiding spot to hiding spot as she made her way toward the Bridge. After her second big run, she found herself in the Galley. She climbed up on a counter and hoisted herself into one of the large cabinets above, hoping the Cult of Ce'caro didn't know anything about cabinets. Yes, one had followed her here, she could hear it coming through the kitchen now. She knew better than to hold her breath until she must gasp, but it was so hard to keep her ragged breath quiet after her long sprint and now this growing fear. She pressed her hands against her own mouth to try to muffle the sound, faint though it was. ((OOC- I have changed 'the Cult of scaro' to avoid confusion with the Daleks, 'cult of Skaro'. I am now spelling it "Ce'caro" Also, being the clothes horses that Sarah Jane and I are, if your joining this thread after it's been resurrected by Owen, I did a lovely description of Sarah's clothing way back. She is dressed something like this in blue. She's had to tear it off at the knee and is wearing knee high leather boots that are good to run in.))   |
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Post by Owen Harper on Jul 17, 2011 21:27:14 GMT -5
Owen wasn’t sure if the squid looking aliens did not notice him or not. The dead man had stayed low because he was on mission to find Sarah Jane Smith. Placing the device in his coat pocket, he was sure Sarah Jane Smith was about two corners. Pulling out his gun from the back of his waist band, Owen could not feel the gun for the dear of his dead life. The gun was in his right hand, he had to hold it up to be sure he was handling it right. Holding the gun with both hands, he slowly advanced forward and toward that reading where Sarah Jane was located.
Slowly, he moved, a can went sliding. A stupid empty possibly revealed his location. Pulling in a corner quickly, he ducked to hide and he listened for movement. If he was alive, he would feel his heart banging against his chest. That’s the thing about being a walking dead. No physical feeling, no tensing of the muscles, no nerves. He was numb. There was nothing to make him feel excited, boy he missed the small things that he regretted. No more farts. No more burping. No more sexual activity. No drinking. No sleeping. The last three things he loved and he could not do one.
The man had a purpose to do what he can do. The man knows what happens after death. That’s one thing he wanted to avoid. There are no self-help books for the walking dead. There are books on positive thinking but how long can you be positive. How can you be positive being a walking dead? What Owen feared to be insane, will he survive like Jack and watch people die around him?
The shadow of Owen was slowly moving over Sarah as he moved her direction. The habit of licking was a good habit, but he did not he had done it. “Sarah?” he whispered in the dark. The man was wearing a three piece suit like he was in a casket to be buried. Jack was joking about that. Tosh thought he was dashing. Owen said yea for a dead man.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Jul 17, 2011 23:42:21 GMT -5
Now there was only nearly silent footsteps to be heard. Sarah Jane had her Sonic in hand, hoping to disable the Alien's gun before the creature could take her. Success seemed unlikely, but anything at this point was worth a try.
"Sarah?" Asked a man's voice softly, and relief washed over her.
"Owen?" She replied a bit louder after a moment's shocked wonder. "Owen!"
She is sliding the cupboard door open to reveal where she lay hidden among pots and pans in the little storage space six feet off the ground. Her sonic threw out a small pool of rose light. There Owen stood. Her friend had come to help. Sarah Jane clambered out of the cupboard and made her way down considerably more gracefully than she had gotten up, thanks to a hand from Owen.
It was very good to see his handsome, dead face. She gave him a hard hug around the shoulders.
She drew back to look at him, holding up the glowing Sonic like a candle that they may see each other better, a broad smile on her face because not only had he found her, he'd done it quite neatly without her even needing to even call him. Clever, clever man. Owen looked to have reached her unharmed.
"You dressed for dinner. Very sharp, Owen." She whispered.
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Post by Owen Harper on Jul 23, 2011 2:30:12 GMT -5
"Owen?" She replied a bit louder after a moment's shocked wonder. "Owen!"
“Sarah?” he whispered. The wooden cupboard door opened, he placed his right hand on the door and pulled it open to see Sarah Jane. He offered his right hand to help her out. “This is ridiculous, sweet heart. I don’t call this a luxury room.”
It was very good to see his handsome, dead face. She gave him a hard hug around the shoulders.
Holding Sarah longer in the hug, Owen enjoyed and appreciated it. How he wished he was alive. He stepped away to give her room.
"You dressed for dinner. Very sharp, Owen." She whispered.
“And you brought a candle for the romance,” he added. The item was not a torch. It looked like the same device she had when they had their date with the insect. He barely saw the outline what she was wearing. “Red, you are gorgeous,” he looked down at his pelvis. God, he hated being dead. “I was expecting a miracle,” he said, looking back up to her with a smirk. He had his dry humor still, thank God.
“So, luv, how did you round up here?” he said, moving carefully looking and hearing for aliens. It was quiet for now, but, he was on alert.
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Post by Sarah Jane on Jul 23, 2011 14:11:56 GMT -5
"Miracles happen every day Owen, don't loose hope. Sometimes hope is all we have. Hope and the now. Right now I'm grateful." What could one say to pain such as Owen's? I'm sorry for your loss? The idea of a thin hope was a poor comfort, but it was all she had to suggest.
One could not say that her memory was photographic, but it was darn close. And she'd spent quite a bit of time pouring over her winning ticket. She did believe the name Izzy was written in as the validator. It was an unusual name that stuck with her.
"I believe a trouble making, time traveling, beast of a cousin of mine arranged a winning ticket for me. All I got was a bathtub the size of a soup bucket, and a ship full of marauding aliens." Her face went serious. "Owen, I have to get to the Bridge, unless you have other plans."
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Post by Owen Harper on Jul 23, 2011 22:32:42 GMT -5
He laid his hand on her shoulder and a look of concern furrowed his brow. “Why?” he asked. All he knew, Sarah Jane had a knack of an exciting life. She was not stupid. But she might be crazy. The world needed crazy people. After all its the crazy people who saved the world. He could think a handful. They ignored people warnings and the dangers. He smiled, he can enjoy her craziness.
Did she mention a time traveler? The MD wished he knew more about the Doctor. It seemed one big soap mystery. “So, what is your plan, ginger?”
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Post by Sarah Jane on Jul 23, 2011 23:19:41 GMT -5
"Because that is where the P.A. system is on the ship, and the only tool I have with me is my Sonic. I know it's a long shot, but my first plan is to get my hands on one of their weapons, figure out how to disable it with the Sonic, then broadcast it all over the ship once we get to the Bridge. Even if that doesn't work, everything that could be of use is up there. The killings and the abductions have to stop. The Cult of Ce'caro is mowing people down all over the ship, and turning the rest into Cordon Bleu." There is such hope in her eyes, though she tried to hide it. A moment ago, she assumed she was going on a suicide mission. Now there was hope but she realized she was basically asking Owen to make this dangerous run with her. She had no right to ask.
"Will you help me, Owen? Please?"
((OOC- Perfect past tense. Lovely, but unnecessary where I am concerned, I very much enjoy all your writing.))
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Post by Owen Harper on Jul 24, 2011 16:58:18 GMT -5
She was determined to get her way because he read it in her soft caring eyes. She was willing to throw her life to save innocent people. His dark eyes looked off to the left. The wheels in his mind where turning for another option. There was none. It broke his heart. Stupid, woman big sad eyes, he thought.
The woman was going to get him destroyed, but she had no chance to do it alone. There was no option that he could muster. “Fine, a good plan,” he said, looking at her eyes. He smiled, blinking his eyes. “Sorry, I was thinking of Wizard of the Oz. Ignore the man behind the curtain scene. It’s like one was one those pop images pop in your mind; Crazy, hm?” He touched his temple with his index finger. ” A half smirk grew on his lips. “I’m the tin man and you are Dorothy.”
“I’ll go first,” he said, “Stay behind me.” She was alive, she was precious. Taking the time, he searched her eyes. He pointed his index at her nose. “If I say abort and run. You run,” he said, tapping his index on her nose. “Do I make myself clear?”
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Post by Sarah Jane on Jul 26, 2011 0:26:34 GMT -5
"WILCO, Sir Tin Man, Roger that." She said quite seriously. As simple as that, he would throw his lot in with her. In that moment, she was taking responsibility for having asked him. More than one soldier had met a terrible fate in her place. There were their faces, flashing through her mind again, as they often did. She would do whatever he said in return for this gift, at the same time holding out hope that this all ended with a glass of champagne at dawn on the bow for the both of them.
"You know how sometimes I say guns are bad?" She grinned up at him wryly. "Well. Do you have one I can borrow?" She didn't want to do it, but apparently, she'd just decided to declare war on these Extra-Terrestrial ghouls. "I know what I'm doing."
Packing heat, and using it, might be the only way to get Owen through this intact. Sarah Jane didn't want to play by the rules anymore.
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