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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 5, 2019 13:47:24 GMT -8
”Touché!", “And Ali Baba? Set off for Sesame now?"
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 6, 2019 23:58:33 GMT -8
Listening to the two of them bantering made me completely forget about everything outside of this moment. I could have sat here, quietly observing their back and forth for a good while but eventually, reality always resurfaced.
“Have you guys heard about the Arab guy, though? Apparently he’s gotten the cabin fever and headed out for a loooong stroll.”
"Yeah, I talked to Sayid before he left," "He made it pretty clear this was a solo mission." "He couldn't get the transceiver working so he's moving onto Plan B, mapping out the island. He's got good reason to get home; I don't doubt his commitment to that goal."
With the way Spencer referred to Sayid, I got the impression he wasn't a fan but I couldn't figure why. I didn't recall noticing or hearing about the two of them butting heads over anything. With my tendency to be withdrawn into my own little world, I could have missed something. Then again, 'the Arab guy' sounded so generic that I wondered if it may not specifically be Sayid himself? "Sayid was the one who found me and helped me right after the crash. I haven't seen him stop helping everyone since," I said, not in a defensive way, but just a matter-of-fact way that I hoped might shine a positive light on whatever negativity Spencer was seeing. I glanced in the direction Sayid had disappeared in and with the jungle on my mind again, I subconsciously tightened my hold on the rock. "I wish he would have let someone go with him. It's a nightmare come to life in there."
Exhaustion was starting to win over. I stifled a yawn. 'Speaking of nightmares,' I thought dryly, though I was feeling more positive that none would haunt me tonight. If not for the fact talking it out with Gabe had helped, sheer exhaustion from broken sleep would have me knocked out so cold that I'd sleep through anything.
"Well boys, I'm gonna get some sleep," I said, getting to my feet. "Thanks for everything." I placed a hand on Gabe's shoulder to stress my appreciation while holding up my other hand with the rock held tightly within. "You two behave yourselves." I pointed between the two of them while pinning each with as serious of a look as I could conjure, which I knew wasn't the slightest bit intimidating with my inability to keep a straight face.
***Heidi exits to shelter***
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Post by Ye Ol' Pearl on Apr 7, 2019 10:36:30 GMT -8
The fact that Gabe so selflessly dismissed the idea of an ongoing verbal sparing-match between the two mockingly competitive ex-soldiers was probably for the better. Spencer had no intention to scare Heidi with the ruffian ways between the two men that would sooner or latter come out if they were to continue the banter. Despite being educated as gentlemen in their capacity as military men there was also an entirely ungentlemanly side to service that was simply guarded as an almost official secret. But at any rate, the shift in mood was positive, and far more conducive to figuring their situation out in a calm manner than the seemingly routine fisticuffs were.
Listening to Gabe’s reply on the Arab Spencer routinely parsed the elaborations for subtext. Obviously holding a decade-long grudge was a luxury he only indulged himself with. “Don’t we all…” he added, almost absent-mindedly, thinking about Victoria. Only to realign his blue eyes with Gabe’s once more as he finished. “I don’t see how mapping the island is going to get us rescued – unless there’s a bridge connecting it to the mainland on the far side – but hey, I am not running the show.” Spence replied off-handedly, not trying to stir anything. He understood that some people simply did something just so they would be occupied and not think about the dilemma they were all in. But manpower could be distributed more wisely.
However, his time as an officer was long over and for numerous reasons he had no intention to establish a chain of command for himself ever again. Even if old habits died hard. Spencer was sot of glad for Heidi to chime in, to ground the sentiment back to something … well, pretty, again. Nodding with a close-lipped smile he sent the lady off with a slight wave. “Don’t let the sand-fleas bite you.” Blue eyes followed Heidi’s departing figure until his thoughts were sorted and he looked back to Gabe. “Now what was that all about?” he inquired almost bemused. “She gonna put a face on that rock and give it a name?” It was a peculiar moment he’d walked into but only because it partially eluded him.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 7, 2019 16:53:15 GMT -8
"Well boys, I'm gonna get some sleep. Thanks for everything....You two behave yourselves."
"Oh, we won't," Gabe replied, meeting her stern expression with equal seriousness. "And you're welcome. Sleep well."
“Now what was that all about? She gonna put a face on that rock and give it a name?”
"Actually, it's for the first annual island rock-skipping contest tomorrow," he answered. "I took a close look at it, it's perfectly aerodynamic. She's totally gonna' win." Gabe used a branch to shift the other logs on the fire and then tossed it in, hoping his fellow soldier would allow a private matter between friends to stay that way.
"Look, to be perfectly honest," he continued, with a sigh that preceded a more serious tone, "I don't know if what Sayid is doing is gonna' get us any closer to being rescued or not. But the fact is we're dealing with a lot of unknowns around here. If he can scratch a few off the list, maybe find some other resources to keep us all in water and food, that's a win for us. But he also doesn't have to be the only one doing recon, if you've got other ideas...." Gabe had had a taste of being productive and contributing to the welfare of his fellow survivors, and he didn't want to let that go.
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Post by Ye Ol' Pearl on Apr 8, 2019 9:25:21 GMT -8
Squinting his eyes Spencer graciously ‘skipped’ past the ‘first annual’, even though it seemed like a conundrum in its own. Firstly, because there had not been one a year ago - to their knowledge - and secondly, hopefully, they wouldn’t still be here, a year from now. But at the second part of that blatant omission of truth the blonde man couldn’t help but laugh delighted. “Aerodynamics … what do YOU know about aerodynamics.” He playfully mocked, rhetorically. “Knowing that everything that goes up must eventually come down is gravity.” Spence chuckled, alluding to an infamous line from grenade education in basic training. “And personally I think it’s ‘aqua’-dynamics that facilitates the actual skipping but … I accept your evasiveness.”
Giving Gabe a wide smile the man was more than able to move past his curiosity and let a secret be a secret even more so if he was never intended to be in on the sentiment in the first place. “That is all nice and dandy as long as we don’t have to scratch HIM off the list because Godzilla got him while he was sitting on the jungle-crapper.” Spencer gave back almost sarcastically serious. Oh how true it was that his language had slipped as soon as lady Heidi had departed. “Well, I am not planning to go on a sightseeing tour around mystery friggin’ island.” he chuckled, to clarify, also that he had no hard feelings. Whoever brought forth critique always had to have an alternative up their sleeve. Else it was just hypocrisy in its purest form.
“But talking about the transceiver again actually got me thinking …” Spence started out, rubbing the back of his neck already noticing what he could only assume was confusion on Gabe’s part. Obviously that horse had been beaten to death. “No, hear me out … almost every passenger plane these days has an ACARS. Aircraft Communications Addressing And Reporting System …” he wound his index-finger in circles as if to spin forward his technical elaborations. “It’s a digital datalink system to transmit short messages between aircrafts and ground stations via satellite. Not like coordinates or radio signals but airplane status reports. So we couldn’t send our location or any messages but if we’d only get the system to turn on it would send a log-on request to the network, letting everyone know we’re still alive. And since it’s satellite operated there’s a much bigger chance of getting a connection than with the radio transceiver.”
It wasn’t exactly the straightforward solution everyone else was concerning themselves with. Like getting a glorified cell-phone to work in the middle of nowhere. It wasn’t even a direct line to rescue. Yet it was a detail that maybe eluded most people who had no deeper knowledge of airplane operations. It was true they couldn’t send their coordinates – mainly because they didn’t know them – but through satellite triangulation search parties could at least narrow down their location and rekindle their efforts after days of evidently bad luck.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 8, 2019 14:34:14 GMT -8
“… Almost every passenger plane these days has an ACARS. Aircraft Communications Addressing And Reporting System ... since it’s satellite operated there’s a much bigger chance of getting a connection than with the radio transceiver.”
Gabe's brow furrowed as he concentrated on Spencer's explanation. He felt a bit lost, like being back at Langley in a briefing with the cyber squad, but he always gracefully bowed to someone else's superior knowledge or research on a given subject. "Okay, so if my Airman to Army translation is right, it sounds like whatever equipment you would need would be in the cockpit," Gabe observed, "Which is about 50 clicks past where you do not want to be. Just ask Jack or Kate or Charlie. They nearly died out there.
"Even if you make it through the jungle in one piece, and even if the flight equipment is still intact, and even if it's still operational ... Do ya' see the big mountain of If's that's piling up here?" he asked, gesturing with his hand as if measuring up to his forehead.
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Post by Ye Ol' Pearl on Apr 9, 2019 8:27:44 GMT -8
Spencer nodded graciously at Gabe’s ability to navigate his introductions to ‘Airman Vernaculars for Dummies’. From the first time they talked on the island he had figured the Army man to be unusually bright for his field of work. Because normally, not too much could be expected from paid cannon-fodder. Now, however, a few intense days later, he believed their friendship conquered all but the most entertaining jibes and jokes. And the fact that Gabe was military too meant that he could be frank. Because for everyone else, a stressful situation meant that feelings were hurt easily, even just by the truth. Or, at the very least, the way he could phrase it so sarcastically.
“Really? The quack, the warrior princess and MTV’s ‘Where they are now’ almost died venturing into the wild alone?! Get out …” Spence dismissed with a wave. “Everyone knows those are the main ingredients for a jungle monster happy-meal … I could’ve told you that. Matter of fact, I could’ve told THEM, had I known about their insane plan ahead of time.” He added seriously. He wasn’t mad about not being included but he was getting irritated by people being coddled for their stupidity. “And I am a little bit hurt you think that if you and I were to track the 50 clicks to the cockpit we’d also come running back screaming and crying.” Crossing his muscular arms defiantly across his chest the blonde man gave his counterpart a challenging glower.
“Come on … we’ll get Kate to point us in the right direction and maybe ask Gwen to tag along so she can show us where the first class cheese selections are hidden and we’ll be fine. No need to add any more testosterone to an already volatile situation.” he shrugged, offering a solid plan. "And if we get lost we can start a new civilization together."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 9, 2019 15:28:26 GMT -8
“Really? The quack, the warrior princess and MTV’s ‘Where they are now’ almost died venturing into the wild alone?! Get out …”
Gabe nearly spit out the mouthful of water he'd just drank as Spencer shared his nicknames for the intrepid trio. Not that he had any personal quarrel with Jack or Kate, and he only knew Charlie as that guy from that band. But Charlie's sister, Linda, was pleasant enough so he couldn't fault the entire family. In fact, Linda clearly had her own issues with her brother and his lack of reliability. Certainly, Spencer was confident that his planned outing into the jungle would be more successful and less filled with mortal danger. Still, that didn't make the idea any more appealing.
“Come on … we’ll get Kate to point us in the right direction and maybe ask Gwen to tag along so she can show us where the first class cheese selections are hidden and we’ll be fine. No need to add any more testosterone to an already volatile situation. And if we get lost we can start a new civilization together."
"You're insane, man," Gabe replied, shaking his head and taking another drink of water. Painful seconds of silence ticked by as he looked into the crackling fire but could feel Spencer's defiant glare boring a hole into him. The guy had snagged onto a branch of hope and like a rottweiler, he wasn't gonna' let it go. It could be a complete waste of time and put them in a situation as bad or worse than Heidi and Linda found themselves. Or it would miraculously work and get them one step closer to rescue.
Gabe inhaled and then released a dramatic sigh. "Fine, I will go with you. Someone needs to make sure you don't get yourself killed," he declared. "But you're not asking Gwen. The girl's been through enough trauma as it is. She's happy helping people here on the beach. You're not gonna' persuade her away from that. I mean, you're welcome to try," he added, with a challenging smirk of his own. "I'd rather watch her six than yours."
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 10, 2019 15:57:29 GMT -8
Touché!", “And Ali Baba? Set off for Sesame now?"
Kate pauses in her collecting of the bandage supplies to frown disapprovingly at Sawyer. She was worried about Sayid out there on his own. She’d seen how the guilt and shame was eating at him. No doubt he’d carry on with those feelings for a good while and the last thing anyone needed when traveling alone on the island was a distraction. “Sayid,” she said pointedly, “set out on his own to map the island.” She turned away from him again and continued to rifle through the medical supplies as she spoke. “Some people experience these feelings called ‘guilt’ and ‘remorse’. You may have heard of it,” she said dryly. “He needs time to deal with what happened and at the same time, he’s risking himself to do something that could help us all.”
Supplies in hand, Kate moved back toward Sawyer and nodded to his dinner. “Finish up so we can get you cleaned up,” she said bossily as she settled in the sand on the side of his bad shoulder, readying the supplies on a clean piece of cloth.
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Post by Ariel on Apr 10, 2019 19:29:55 GMT -8
"We're very lucky to have you, Jack. I know you were on the lookout for miracles, but I'm pretty sure that is one,"
Jack nodded as he grinned humbly in Gwen's direction, "I'm just playing my part in our little game of survival. Live together, die alone right?" Jack did not want to take credit for all of the little blessings and successes they've received in these trying times. Sure, his gifts did play an important role in making survival easier but he knew that every good outcome that they've faced was because of the help and support of the people that surrounded him.
"Why were you in Australia, by the way? Some sort of medical conference?"
"No, uh...," Gwen's question caught Jack off guard and as a surge of emotions hit him suddenly, his gaze dropped to the sand below them for a moment. He had paused for only a brief moment before answering his dinner companion, "...My father was going through a rough patch and had run off to Australia. We hadn't spoken in months, but my mother was worried and wanted him to come home. So I traveled halfway across the world to go find him...only to find out when I had arrived that he had suffered a heart attack and had passed away." Jack lingered in the fresh pain that came about as he remembered the moment that he was asked to identify his father's body in the morgue. Although him and his father hadn't been on the best terms, Jack had remembered how hard he had hoped that it wasn't his father under the sheet on the table.
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Post by Ariel on Apr 10, 2019 19:44:22 GMT -8
"With the amount I am bailing your butt outta things I should start charging."
"Course you could always put me on retainer then I'll always be at your service."
"And to think that I was just getting the gist of this whole 'stuck on a deserted island' thing." Linda watched as Stu finished tying the loose ends of her roof tarp to her shelter, and just as the last string was fastened she took a few steps back to evaluate the completed job. She felt that she would never get used to all of this and at this rate she hoped that they wouldn't be stranded long enough for her to have to adapt to the island life.
"So where were you all day?" Linda shuffled the sand around her toes as she took a couple of steps towards Stu's direction, "We went fishing. I got to witness Heidi spear her first fish. You missed out," Linda smirked in amusement as she reflected on her not so terrible day.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 12, 2019 18:31:54 GMT -8
"No, uh...My father was going through a rough patch and had run off to Australia. We hadn't spoken in months, but my mother was worried and wanted him to come home. So I traveled halfway across the world to go find him...only to find out when I had arrived that he had suffered a heart attack and had passed away."
"Oh, Jack, I'm...I'm so sorry," Gwen said sincerely. Her vision of well-dressed men and women in hotel conference halls or enjoying nights at the open bar fell to something far more tragic. Yes, she'd left things a mess with her own father, but there was still the chance of a reunion and a re-do of their last conversation. Something Jack wouldn't have, a concern that must have weighed on him along with the health and well-being of everyone else.
"But I think he'd be proud of what you've done here," she added hesitantly. "Y'know, beyond the whole spinal surgeon thing. I mean, you could have easily stepped back and let things devolve into chaos, but you didn't. I'm sorry you were in Sydney under such dire circumstances, but I'm not sorry you were on that flight."
Suddenly feeling as if she had overstepped, Gwen pulled her gaze away from his dark green eyes and back to her own dinner. "So, tell me a good memory that you have of your father," she offered in a lighter tone. "Just between you, me, and the slightly overcooked tuna. Is he the reason you're a Red Sox fan?"
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Post by The Jester Of Tortuga on Apr 14, 2019 2:31:09 GMT -8
"So where were you all day?""We went fishing. I got to witness Heidi spear her first fish. You missed out,"
Heidi with a spear? Stu figured it was probably better he didn't make it over last thing he needed was to be speared.
"Had to wash my hair, you know how it is with these stubborn curls of mine."
Stu took a couple of steps towards Linda meeting her halfway.
"Why did you miss me?"
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Post by Ye Ol' Pearl on Apr 14, 2019 11:23:23 GMT -8
Spencer grinned at Gabriel’s near spill of valuable water. It was nice to have someone get his jokes on the island. Apparently for most they had lost theirs alongside their luggage. Of course he was confident his mission would work out as planned. It wasn’t the first one he’d lead into enemy territory and even without a 100 million dollar jet under his ass he was confident that whatever lurked in the jungle could not possibly rival an R-60 missile.
“Insane, is my middle name, after all.” Or more precisely, his call sign had been ‘Insane Dane’ for the most part of his career due to his part-Danish ancestry and, well, his sometimes reckless approach to solving problems. Silence ensued, for a moment, but Spence knew he had the fish on the line, all he had to do was let it exhaust itself before pulling the catch in. Nodding with his lips bent upwards in a mix of appreciation and disapproval of the insinuation the notion clearly settled for the former, ultimately.
Of course, however, a moral call for prudence followed. A word Spencer only knew from an Evelyn Waugh novel. Luckily, however, the almost definite warning turned into a bit of a challenge. “Oh, I will … and I will not try to sway her AT ALL.” Taking a step further towards Gabe, the tall man placed his hand on the other guy’s shoulder with a thud, squeezing the trapezius while distorting his face at the last comment. “Hurt.” he simply muttered in faux distress. “But luckily, my competitiveness even surpasses my ego, so you’re on.”
Turning to walk past the man, detaching his hand from his shoulder with one last pat, Spence moved on into the dark surrounding the fire’s warming sphere. “A pack of smokes for the winner … and if you don’t have any, wet your lips and visit the southern haggler.” He chuckled to himself, slowly walking away towards the solitary reclined airline chair under the stars on the beach he called ‘home’.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 14, 2019 15:09:40 GMT -8
“But luckily, my competitiveness even surpasses my ego, so you’re on. A pack of smokes for the winner … and if you don’t have any, wet your lips and visit the southern haggler.”
"Well, I sure hope they taught you how to be a good loser at Annapolis," Gabe called after a retreating Spencer. "If you're nice, maybe I'll share." He couldn't even remember the last time he'd had a cigarette, maybe back when he was on active deployment, but the scarcity was what now made the offered prize so appealing. He figured it was an easy win. Gwen, like every other smart person on this island, would not go willingly into the jungle no matter how persuasive Spencer considered himself.
Besides up until now, the flight attendant's attention had been solely on the quiet British guy who probably preferred tweed suits to cargo shorts. Basically the polar opposite of the brash flyboy. A smile spread across his face as he looked forward to Spencer's almost certain crash and burn in the morning. Placing a duffle bag behind his head, he leaned back and continued looking into the fire, letting his eyelids grow heavy.
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Post by DarkSideCookie on Apr 17, 2019 9:36:53 GMT -8
“Sayid,”“set out on his own to map the island.”“Some people experience these feelings called ‘guilt’ and ‘remorse’. You may have heard of it,”
And there it had been again. This condemnation towards someone she actually didn't know in the slightest. But then again, had he given anyone the chance to get to know him? Well, why would he anyway? Everyone was occupied with their own problems, so was he. This one little moment in which Kate had gotten a glimpse at his wouldn't change anything. It was still his problem with nobody else concerning.
“He needs time to deal with what happened and at the same time, he’s risking himself to do something that could help us all.”
Sawyer couldn't suppress a sarcastic hiss although this time he let her words pass without comment. Maybe he was still just too tired and dizzy. Anyways, Sawyer always would remain the culprit while a sadistic Iraqi and a so-called leader who didn't have the guts to handle things on his own would be the heroes in everyone's eyes - risking everything for the common good... Another hiss was escaping him.
“Finish up so we can get you cleaned up,”
"Yes, boss.", Sawyer replied with a side glance and a little smirk on his lips as he allowed her to doctor him.
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Post by Ariel on Apr 18, 2019 10:23:27 GMT -8
"But I think he'd be proud of what you've done here," "Y'know, beyond the whole spinal surgeon thing. I mean, you could have easily stepped back and let things devolve into chaos, but you didn't.""I'm sorry you were in Sydney under such dire circumstances, but I'm not sorry you were on that flight."
Jack nodded his head silently as he accepted Gwen's words that were meant with the most thoughtful intent, yet he let the pain from the past cloud his judgement on whether or not he believed that his father would have been proud of him. Jack didn't want to remember his father as the man whom he didn't see eye to eye with, the man who questioned his intentions.
"So, tell me a good memory that you have of your father," "Just between you, me, and the slightly overcooked tuna. Is he the reason you're a Red Sox fan?"
"You picked up on that, huh?" Gwen, being the excellent conversationalist she truly was, had managed to break a smile from Jack as he slowly began to climb out of his depressing slump. He thought back to his childhood, and although his father had been hard on him he did happen to remember the good memories they shared together, "No. But being on that flight, and now the Red Sox brings me back to a saying my father used to say..."
As Jack looked in Gwen's direction, he noticed something past her in the distance. For a brief moment, Jack's eyes caught a glimpse of the man in the black suit disappearing amidst the trees and into the jungle. Jack had been seeing him for a few days before he had come face to face with him, and he had thought up countless of logical explanations for him seeing this figure. Yet, nothing had prepared him for the moment when Jack realized that it was his dead father. Sure, following around this ghost led Jack and the survivors to find the solace and comfort of the caves and he hadn't seen him around since then. Until now.
"Excuse me," Jack didn't break contact with where his father had entered into the jungle as he departed from the conversation with Gwen. Rapidly grabbing one of the torches from the supply station, Jack lit the end with one of the nearby campfires as he wordlessly moved as fast as he possibly could into the jungle.
Eyes darting in all directions, Jack waved the burning torch around as he moved through the thick bushes. He began to pant tirelessly, yet he would not stop. Not until he found his father.
"Dad!" Jack cried out in both frustration and longing, "Are you out here?!" A snapping sound went off in the distance, setting Jack off in that direction. His feet began to move faster and faster as he hurried in anticipation to even just simply catch another glimpse of his father. Landing in a clear part of the outskirts, Jack paused as he turned around in a circle, only to have the light from his torch land on a peculiar sight. Jack's gaze fell to complete bewilderment as he held the burning light up to a large tree trunk that appeared to have been marked. But this mark was anything except ordinary to Jack as he studied the fresh, clean cuts in the wooden trunk that formed a four letter word most haunting to the surgeon.
"FATE"
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Post by Ariel on Apr 18, 2019 10:42:29 GMT -8
"Had to wash my hair, you know how it is with these stubborn curls of mine."
"Why did you miss me?"
Linda's brow shaped itself into a questioning manner as her lips creased into a grin, "Psh, no," Linda's eyes grew a couple of sizes larger than normal as she realizes that may have come out as slightly rude, "I mean, yes," Linda pedaled the breaks in her brain a tad as she immediately assumed she was now too forward, "I mean...It's good to see you." Linda confirmed as she smiled, shrugging her shoulders slightly to attempt to make light of her behavior.
"So what's for dinner?" Changing the subject, Linda asked aloud to Stu as her gaze moved around the camp at everyone else enjoying delicious meals, "Shall we join the others?"
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 18, 2019 12:33:01 GMT -8
"You picked up on that, huh? No. But being on that flight, and now the Red Sox brings me back to a saying my father used to say... Excuse me."
Eager to hear whatever Jack was willing to share about his complicated relationship with his father, Gwen set aside her dinner and pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them. But it seemed just as quickly, Jack's attention was pulled away. She watched in curiosity as he obtained a makeshift torch and headed into the trees. Maybe he saw someone in need of help. Maybe he felt the urgent need to get back to the caves. Sitting around a campfire and chatting with a stewardess was no doubt a waste of his time. But at least he had taken her advice to take a break from taking care of everyone else, albeit a brief one.
With a sigh, Gwen finished off the last few bites of fish and downed the rest of the water from her bottle. Since she wasn't feeling sleepy yet, she continued to stare out at the waves and listen to their rhythmic crashing.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 21, 2019 0:54:40 GMT -8
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Post by Ye Ol' Pearl on Apr 22, 2019 13:46:26 GMT -8
When Spencer had set out to convince Gwen to come to the cockpit with him for the past two days it hadn’t only been because of his informal bet with Gabe. Though he had to admit it was a huge motivator to his perseverance. The flight attendant, however, had proven to be more resilient than he had anticipated, even to his infinite charm and confidence. He couldn’t hold it against her - the jungle was no place for a woman. Or anyone, for that matter. But sometimes desperate measures justified the means.
On that note he’d pulled out the lasts top this morning, swiping a mango from the storage pile, cutting it up neatly and placing it on a banana leaf like some sort of offering. Sitting down in the sand with his legs in a pretzel he placed the gift in between himself and the entrance to Gwen’s shelter. The sun was only just peeking over the ridges of the island, yet he had already been up for the better part of two hours. Going for a run, cleaning up his sleeper seat, preparing breakfast … time had just flown by.
Now, however. It seemed to run extremely slow. It may not have been but Spencer felt like it took the lady hours to even only start turning in her little polyester tarp-cave. As soon as the flap folded back, watching what he could only assume was her morning face, he was already caught mid bite, snacking on the plate he’d initially brought for her. Well, he’d worked out but not eaten yet and wasn’t craving a sugar low. “Well, well … rise and shine, ladybug.” He mumbled smugly, grinning, swallowing the sweat yellow meat.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 22, 2019 15:19:02 GMT -8
Sensing that the world outside her makeshift shelter was getting brighter, Gwen reluctantly opened her eyes and kept them open. Another day on the island. She and Jinx had spent the better part of the previous day setting up their laundromat and tending to their as well as others' washing needs. Another tedious activity to occupy her time. She slowly sat up and stretched her arms, then tried to rub the sleepiness from her eyes. She could already hear movement nearby and silently cursed the existence of morning people. She lifted the flap of plastic to take a look outside and...
“Well, well … rise and shine, ladybug."
And immediately pulled it back down when her wide eyes beheld a smug Spencer sitting just outside her tent. "Bloody hell, what is wrong with you?!" Gwen cried, having been startled fully awake now. The flash of surprise and anger quickly shifted into embarrassment as she scrambled to pull a nearby shirt over her tank top. "Why are you here?" she demanded, pulling her unkempt hair back into a ponytail. Once she was satisfied that she was dressed and looked halfway decent (although, really, why would she care about his opinion), she opened the tent flap again.
"I'm going to say the same thing I said to you a dozen times yesterday," Gwen said. "And I haven't had any coffee, so I probably won't say it as nicely. You're mad for going to the cockpit, and so is anyone that goes with you."
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 22, 2019 16:31:58 GMT -8
Gabe looked forlornly at the fruit salad he'd prepared from the offerings on the island breakfast buffet. What he wouldn't give for some bacon and eggs, sausage links, crispy buttered toast slathered in strawberry jam, a tower of golden waffles dripping in maple syrup.... His growling stomach put a stop to his reverie, and he sullenly obliged by swallowing another bite of mango.
He smiled and muttered a hello to the few familiar faces he encountered as he walked away toward the waves. Soon, they would set out on Spencer's ambitious mission to the cockpit, or what was left of it, so he needed to decide what to pack in his day bag for the trip.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Apr 22, 2019 19:32:47 GMT -8
I sat with Sarah in the shade, lingering over a late breakfast of, you guessed it, fruit. I held the makeshift plate between us while we ate and decided what we'd do first today. Stranded on an island left you with a short list of options in the entertainment arena. Our conversation lulled as we chewed and I started to casually people watch while my mind wandered.
Yesterday had, thankfully, gone by uneventfully. Even better, I'd managed to get some decent sleep in the past couple nights, mostly thanks to the fireside chat I'd had with the very person who'd just cut through my narrowed-eyed glare of disapproval in the direction of Gwen's shelter. When catching up with Gwen late yesterday, she'd vented her annoyance over Spencer's tenacious attempts to talk her into joining them on his crazy plan to retrieve some tech in the jungle.
"Hey, Benihana," I called out before Gabe could travel further away. I quickly turned to Sarah and carefully placed the makeshift plate on her lap. "Here, hold this, Sarah sweetie," I said, getting to my feet. "I need to ask Gabe something."
I stepped just enough away to be out of Sarah's earshot and kept a peripheral eye on her. I crossed my arms and when Gabe reached me, tilted my head toward Gwen's shelter with the look of disapproval still on my face. "Is your friend, Captain Crazypants, still trying to charm Gwen into joining you guys on your trek into Jurassic Jungle?"
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Post by Ye Ol' Pearl on Apr 22, 2019 23:04:40 GMT -8
Spencer let out a small chuckle to himself upon witnessing Gwen’s freak-out first row, so to speak. He hadn’t exactly figured what a man sitting in front someone’s tent in the morning would do to a person, then he didn’t usually dwell as much on the impact of his decisions as much as he should have. It was all about the mission, for the man. Not the egos or sensitivities bruised to get there. Gwen’s next question, however more inquisitive, was quite as rhetorical as her first one, he assumed. What was he doing here … that query alone could hold more meaning than she’d probably aimed for in her semi-startled, still half-slumbering frame of mind.
“Are we talking metaphysically or right this instance?!” Spence countered with a question of his own that did not really warrant a reply. Not at least since he followed up with an explanation of his own right away. “Brought you breakfast. Of course. Giving that hostess gig a little spin.” Which, in the handbook of bribery, was chapter three. It came right after shirtless encounters and compelling advances to one’s better judgment. All of which he’d tried, none of which had worked. Not as expected the very least. Picking up the leaf, ornate with lush mango pieces, the blonde man handed them over to Gwen.
Pricking his head slightly, at the mention of coffee, he wasn’t sure if he was just a little out of the loop or if the woman had her own private air-hostess stash somewhere with the rest of Oceanic’s swill that they’d passed off as coffee. “Haven’t found that Starbucks yet, have you.” He commented laconically, not letting the recitations of his prior failures destroy his ambition. So since he’d tried cooing and begging already, Spencer was left with only one option … however it was his power-move: appealing to one’s sense of responsibility.
“I potentially am, not gonna lie, but you gotta have to be a little mad to make the best of a bad situation like this.” He started, wrinkling his forehead as he looked up at the woman with growing seriousness. “I wouldn’t have suggested this trip if I wasn’t entirely sure I’d be coming back alive, and everyone who’d go with me. I am not suicidal and I don’t need that kind of bad karma either. On top of everything. I’ve weighed the experiences from Jack and the gang against my own background. I’ve been to Iraq, I’ve been to Afghanistan, I’ve been to Venezuela … so you can rest assured, I know what I am doing. And Gabe does too.”
Of course, he wouldn’t mention that most of these instances he was flying right over everything. But that didn’t mean he had forgotten his basic training in the wild. Which was more than any of the previous team could probably say about themselves. Plus, he’d bring Gabe, who was greatly qualified for the thick of it.
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 23, 2019 10:30:01 GMT -8
"Hey, Benihana! Is your friend, Captain Crazypants, still trying to charm Gwen into joining you guys on your trek into Jurassic Jungle?"
"Oh, mornin', Heidi," Gabe greeted, noticing her approach. He then followed her gaze to where Spencer was perched outside Gwen's tent. "Uh, looks like," he confirmed. But given the disapproving look on Heidi's face, he decided to leave out the part where he might have contributed to the pilot's stubbornness with their friendly little wager. No need to sour a friendship that had just been formed.
"I'm sure she can handle it," Gabe said with a dismissive wave of his hand. "But she does know the plane better than anyone else here, so he's not that far off from maybe having a point...Anyway," he continued in a more upbeat tone, "How are you feeling? Sleeping okay?"
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 23, 2019 10:44:07 GMT -8
“I potentially am, not gonna lie, but you gotta have to be a little mad to make the best of a bad situation like this. I wouldn’t have suggested this trip if I wasn’t entirely sure I’d be coming back alive, and everyone who’d go with me....”
"I'll give you points for persistence, reluctantly," Gwen relented, settling herself into a seated position across from him and accepting the offered mango. The persistence, the boldness, the utter confidence that he was right and he would eventually convince her of that -- it reminded her of someone. Someone that she had loved who had gone to Afghanistan as well but hadn't come back. Perhaps that was why her annoyance with him began to soften.
"And thank you." And she meant it, it was nice to be the one being served for once instead the other way around. But that recognition brought her to her next point. "I just don't understand why you're so invested in me accompanying you," Gwen protested. "I'm basically a waitress in the sky. I'm not former military like you and Gabe, I'm rubbish at camping, and I get very cross when I'm hungry and/or tired. I would only slow you down."
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Post by Ye Ol' Pearl on Apr 24, 2019 5:21:07 GMT -8
Spencer grinned widely, validating the compliment with a sly nod. At least he took it as a compliment, no matter how it was intended. Of course, the man had no idea he was being somewhat of a memory echo for the pretty brunette, it wasn’t something at the forefront of anyone’s mind conversing with someone, really. If he had he had known her past could probably understand this thing between them a little better, a wall of sorts he had so far not been able to fathom, really.
“You’re quite welcome.” He assured her truthfully. Slowly drifting into slight confusion why she didn’t understand his motives … well, aside of the bet, which she better not get into the know about. “Because you know the plane better than anyone. You know where we can find rations, tools, equipment … I mean, I am a pilot but me and passenger planes are like a race-car drivers and school-buses, if you know what a mean.” And he was working so hard not to sound boastful. Or maybe not too much.
“We’re not going camping, Gwen … at least I hope not.” Spencer tried to encourage her. “We’ll hike to the cockpit, two hours tops, I’ll work my magic on the ACARS while you guys can stuff our bags with anything else we’ll need and we will be on our way home in no time.” He shrugged, trying to add to the seeming simplicity and easiness of his plan. “Don’t you want to go to bed knowing that you did everything you could to get us rescued?”
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Post by Kristi Lynne on Apr 24, 2019 10:03:49 GMT -8
“We’ll hike to the cockpit, two hours tops, I’ll work my magic on the ACARS while you guys can stuff our bags with anything else we’ll need and we will be on our way home in no time. Don’t you want to go to bed knowing that you did everything you could to get us rescued?”
Well, that was a low blow. If Gwen could help with his endeavor, she had a responsibility to do so. And indeed there might be supplies still among the cockpit and the baggage it contained that would be of great help to Jack and the rest of them. The sun was barely up and she was already exhausted. If he kept pushing the right buttons, she would eventually have no choice but to agree.
"Do you remember the night we burnt the fuselage?" Gwen asked. "I know that it had to be done, I get that, but that was like my home going up in flames. My...my constant. I lost my co-workers, my friends -- the only family that's still talking to me. It's all gone now." She sighed before offering her final compromise and hoped he would accept it without further argument. "I'll write down where I think you can find what you need, but that's it. I'm sorry, I just...I can't face that again."
Gwen got to her feet, balancing the plate full of mango slices in her hand. "Be careful out there," she advised, before walking down the beach toward where Heidi, Gabe, and Sarah were gathered. She gave a friendly smile to the two adults as she passed them before sitting down beside Sarah. "Morning," she said, "To you and Mr. Floppers."
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Post by Ye Ol' Pearl on Apr 24, 2019 12:57:22 GMT -8
Spencer could literally feel the resistance wearing thin, like a rubber band ready to snap. He wasn’t done yet. If she was going to be defiant he had a couple more arguments up his sleeve, not all of them nice and fair. Gwen was essential to the success of the mission, and his ego, the two most important things on his mind right now. His face fell somewhat flat at her third refusal – her negotiable refusal – but he didn’t let it faze him. Writing things down for him while she physically capable of coming with them herself was not a compromise. He understood her fear and personal quarrels but he also understood the need for personal sacrifice more than most on the island.
Getting up to his feet shortly after the woman Spence followed her over to the others. Having to finish this argument right in front of Gabe was not ideal but there seemed no other way now. “Do you also remember WHY we had to burn the fuselage?” he continued, raising an irritated brow at Gwen handing his ‘bribe’ off to the little girl, but didn’t dwell on it. “There are members of your co-workers, your family, still out there in the jungle … do you want them being dragged off and pulled apart by boars just like it had happened here? Think about it … we can burry or burn everyone we still find. No one else seems to care about that. It’s bigger than you! Bigger than your fears.”
And for a moment Spence was if only slightly taken aback by talking about all of this in front of Sarah, but since she was deaf, was she, and since he had moved his back in between her and Gwen, she couldn’t understand anything anyways. What Heidi and Gabe were concerned, they knew he was right. Crude, maybe … direct, sure … manipulative, hell yes … but he was not making up reasons out of thin air. All of it were true facts, in his mind, eligible to be used as leverage if he thought the woman was essential to his mission. In the corner of his eye he noticed Jack, instead of Kate, at Sawyer’s tent, evidently NOT basking in his attention like a giggling school girl.
“Kate’s decided to be coming too.” he stated confidently, looking back at Gwen. “She too thinks there is unfinished business at the cockpit, for some of us.” Well, he didn’t know for sure but he was fairly confident in assessing what people’s personal dilemmas were … and Kate had never struck him as someone to run away from something and not come back with a bigger stick the next day. “So you don’t need to worry about bathroom breaks.” So, if Gwen was finally on board, he could still go and ask Kate by convincing her that Gwen wanted some woman to come too for moral support and hand-holding.
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