[D20 Modern] Stargate - Part I Recruitment - IC [PG-13]

[KitanaVorr]

Syracuse Hancock International Airport Departures Row
Syracuse, New York
7:16pm Late Spring, 2003

I must be dreaming.. Lorelai thought to herself as she hovered in the realm in between wakefulness and sleep. She didn't want to move quite yet, because then it would all be real...the blood, the shooting, the three men in a speeding car going to who knows where.

Her eyelashes fluttered open to stare at a ceiling - a car ceiling...a car that smelled like men - sweaty men with their deep voices all talking. And oh a little meow...was that her beloved Krizzel? Still too much testosterone cramped into such a space for her liking.

Trying to sit up and straighten herself, her hand rested on Terrell's thigh in the process. Her mind though remained occupied in steadfast denial that she did not do such an undignified and embarrassing thing as faint.

"Must have hit my head," Lorelai declared, reaching up with the other hand to rub the spot where she had bumped the gear shift.

 

[Dark Nemesis]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:15pm, Late Spring 2003

"Thank you for being concerned about me, though," Rylee aded with a small smile. "Leonard it is, then."

She used the whiskey to refill the flask, befre putting the bottle back into the cabinet. She looked down at the open flask, clearly debating whether or not she should take another swallow. She was relaxed now, and the pain in her shoulder had once more faded to a dull throb. She certainly did not want to overdo it, especially not when she was in this new environment, where she had to keep an eye out for assassins. With a soft sigh, she replaced the cap, and put the flask away.

"So, Leonard, what can you tell me about this Durant fellow?" As she asked, she crossed the room to examine the device Sowers had pointed out as a 'DBD' player. Randomly, she pushed a few buttons, trying to figure out what the machine did.

 

[Vardeman]

The concourse at JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:50pm, Late Spring, 2003

Lucas looks surprised at Montoya's words, unaware of how tense he still is. "I guess you're right. But this is the first day I've seen someone shot. I'm just a bit on edge, you know?"

He leans back against the nearest pillar, breathing deeply. After a few seconds, he seems calmer. Not exactly what you'd call relaxed, but enough to not draw the attention of any security guards.

"Seems to be a lot of check points set up." Lucas notes as he follows after Montoya. "Any idea what's going on?"

Montoya scanned the concourse, looking for any sign of the cause of the disturbance. "That's okay, sir," he replied. "Everyone's on edge right now, but we just gotta not show it so much." He flashed a bright smile and continued, "Hell, I think I'm still running on adrenaline myself. As for what's going on, only thing I can figure is something happened with Fallon's flight. Apparently after Campbell got her off and safely to the Lear though." At that he led the way back to the pilots' lounge.

V

 

[Fanog]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:15pm, Late Spring 2003

Leonard is grateful to see her forgo the whiskey as well. He follows her over to the back of the plane to the video controls, while relaying what little impression he's gotten from Durant.

"Well, I only met him for a short while, but I'd say he was quite typical for a marine, quite an example of them really. Independent workers, good when he's in a tight spot. Exceptional tactical skills. And he strikes me as the person who won't take s from no one; pardon my language."

Seeing her struggle with the dvd player, Leonard walks a little closer. "I think I saw some movies, that stack over there." he says, pointing to the bundle of dvd's. "Rylee, you've been out of the loop for a while?"

 

[Keia]

I-81 South, En Route to JFK
Syracuse, New York
7:18pm Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Lorelai Nguyen
"Must have hit my head," Lorelai declared, reaching up with the other hand to rub the spot where she had bumped the gear shift.

“Yes, ma’am,” Lt. Stewart said, “I do believe you did – there’s a red mark on your forehead where you hit something. Ma’am, if you could, I would appreciate it if you would slide into the back seat. I don’t want to get any more blood on you than I already have.”

Looking at herself, Lorelai did notice that the side of her top was darkly damp as was part of her right arm. Awkwardly sandwiched between Terrell and Stewart, Lorelai could see concern for her on both of their faces. Terrell smiled at her briefly, then returned his concentration back to the highway. Tiny beads of sweat were evident on Stewart’s face, and his discomfort his arm was giving him was evident. Regardless, he seemed focused on wanting to help Lorelai out. Even Krizzel meowed, though the meow was probably more due to his irritation at his carrier being on its side still. Next to Krizzel in the back seat, Durant was talking on his cell phone.

“Once you get comfortable back there, you may want to get some rest,” Stewart added, “It’s a four hour drive back to JFK airport.”

OOC: Durant, Nguyen

 

[Dark Nemesis]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:15pm, Late Spring 2003

"A marine, hmm?" She stops messing with the video controls for a momnt, trying to remember if she had ever met any marines before. Sure, she had seen a few American soldiers, but she had no idea what branch of the American military they had been from.

"Movies?" Her eyes follow where Leonard is gesturing, and upon seeing them, she begins to sort through the bundle. She did not recognize any of the titles on the boxes, but that was hardly surprising. "So these are DBDs?"

"I guess you could say so. The cabin that I was staying in, it did not have any electricity, so I did not need to worry about electronics."

 

[Keia]

The concourse at JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:55pm, Late Spring, 2003

Montoya and Fisher made their way back to the Captain's Lounge without any difficulty. Inside, Captain Samuels was sitting at a table in the corner, menu in one hand, beer in the other. He smiled and motioned Montoya and Fisher over when he saw them come in.

The Lounge was a little more crowded than when Montoya and Campbell were there earlier in the day. The lighting was dimmed somewhat from earlier in the day, the Yankees game was wrapping up on the small television in the room.

"You guys want something to eat, drink," Samuels asked, holding out menus, "they don't have much but it'll fill you up. I'll add it to my tab. We could take our food back to the plane and eat also, your call."

OOC: Montoya, Fisher

 

[Nuke261]

I-81 South, En Route to JFK
Syracuse, New York
7:18pm Late Spring, 20

"That is correct sir. We will be back at JFK in close to 4 hours. I will get in touch again once we hook up with Montoya and his group." With that, Durant hung up his phone and looked over his group in the front seat.

"Stewart, we can't leave you like that for 4 hours. Do we have a med kit in the car? We can hit a rest stop or something and get you patched up."

"Terrell, you do know how to get to JFK from here, right."

"Professor, why don't you check and make sure you don't have any actual wounds under that ruined shirt of yours. We wouldn't want anything to sneak up on you, would we."

 

[Fanog]

The Lear Jet, JFK Airport
New York, New York
9:15pm, Late Spring 2003

"Oh, I see. Yeah, they are dvd's," Leonard says, stressing the 'v' slightly. "it's like a vcr system, but digital. Usually have lots of extra materials thrown on, like making-of's and a commentary by the director and the actors. I don't know if they have anything worthwhile to watch in there, but we might be stuck here for a while before the others are back. What do you like in the way of movies?"

Somewhere in the back of Leonard's mind, a connection between movies and food is made. His stomach gladly agrees with the thought, giving a loud roar. "Reminds me, I haven't really eaten since this morning. How 'bout you?"

 

[Keia]

I-81 South, En Route to JFK
Syracuse, New York
7:28pm Late Spring, 2003

Originally posted by Durant
"Stewart, we can't leave you like that for 4 hours. Do we have a med kit in the car? We can hit a rest stop or something and get you patched up."

Lt. Stewart tried to open the glove box, but found it quite difficult as he was actually leaning into it due to the tight fit in the front seat. Finally, after looking like a game of Twister gone horribly wrong, Stewart opened the glove box only to find a simple first aid kit. “Well, something’s better than nothing,” he said as he rooted through the kit. He then replied to Durant “Commander, the bullet is still lodged in there. I don’t think it hit anything too important, but I don’t think we’re gonna get the bullet out at a rest stop. I’ll be alright till we get you and the others on a plane and on to your mission.”

Originally posted by Durant
"Terrell, you do know how to get to JFK from here, right."

“Yes, sir,” Terrell replied, perhaps a bit too quickly for Stewart’s or Durant’s taste. He was silent thereafter, but gave a small glance at Lorelai that she noticed. Terrell was staying on I-81 which was the path Stewart took to get to Syracuse.

OOC: Durant, Nguyen