[IC] Lost in Dreams [Tereza]

[ericthered]

Tereza Jelínek often dreamed of men scanning her over. It was a common prelude to her nightmares. This man was different. For one, he looked vaguely arabic. Not that she never had arabs in her nightmares, just not often. For another, he didn't seem remotely aroused. In fact, he couldn't believe she was a woman. In the dream he had strange powers, and multiple times changed what she looked like... except she always ended up looking like her self.

There were other strange things about this man. She thought her arabic was bad, but his was worse. He kept on babbling about how her joke wasn't funny, that she was being childish, and in fact called her a eunuch several times. In the end, he seemed to decide she was, in fact a woman, and went on his way. Not the way her dreams usually ended.

Tereza woke to a sky full of stars. And to the feeling of sand on her skin. She was naked, and the wind was blowing cold across her back. She heard foot steps in the sand approaching her.

[Poonbahbah]

[Arabic]"I don't suppose I'm hallucinating and we're in the city of Paris," she calls out to whomever approaches. At least she hopes it's a person and not a beast. She continues with, "I apologize if I'm not exactly what you want, but I could probably sing like an eunuch if you wanted." Following that she laughs a little. She finishes with, "I don't suppose you have any clothing you could share with me? What I was wearing seems to of been taken from me. Also a hospital of one sort or another would be good."

As she speaks she'll push off the ground and get to standing. Then she starts to brush off the sand from her front and turn to the arriving figure. If she needs too she'll repeat herself and add in that he/she/they can call her Tereza. She'll also try and use her hair* to block her face until she can determine that it's not necessary.

*Forgot to mention I wanted it roughly down to the small of her back/elbow.

[ericthered]

The foot steps belong to a lone man. He is completely wrapped in robes and rags, though they look impossibly clean and brilliant for walking through the sand for any length of time. The figure looks surprised, and somewhat embarrassed (as much as Tereza can tell without seeing his face). He doesn't say anything, going so far as to gesture that he can't speak. He gestures drinking out of a canteen, and then motions around, and makes some very quick and precise hand gestures (with cloth wrapped hands).

Tereza looks around and sees the desert sand rising up around her on all sides. She is at the bottom of quite a depression in the sands. There is a single scraggly bush nearby, about 3 feet tall, and nothing else but sand, the man wrapped in cloth, and Tereza.

[Poonbahbah]

"You can't speak? How about writing? If nothing else we can use the sand and our hands. Did your chopping motions cause the sand to rise up like that? Oh, could you show me your sign for yes and then no please so that maybe you can answer some questions? Sorry if I'm talking a mile a minute here but I'm trying to get my bearings. You seem to be traveling awfully light for the middle of the desert to me. Does that mean we're close to a town? If you were asking about water from me I don't have any. If you were offering, thank you and I'll let you know when I am thirsty. Would we have to dig much, do you think, to get to the water feeding that shrub? And apologies for not saying this sooner but hello and a pleasure to make your acquaintance Sir."

Tereza will give pauses after questions to give the man a chance to respond in some fashion.

OOC gesture vs 11 to try and get what he meant/means better. At a possible -3 if neither of my cultures cover his. ( 3d6=12)Doh.

[ericthered]

The man sees the shrub she's talking about, and nods. He seems to understand most of what she is saying, but continues to maintain absolute silence. In fact, Tereza notices his chest isn't moving with his breath. The man isn't breathing!

He shakes his head at the mention of a town, somewhat mournfully.

When she mentions how light he's traveling, he indicates his clothes, as though that should explain things.

When she mentions the shrub, he pulls out a small shovel that unfolds, places his back to her, and begins digging.

[Poonbahbah]

Tereza climbs a couple nearby dunes to try and get a better look of her surroundings then a hole in the ground provides.

After a while she walks back and offers to talk a turn digging when he gets tired. Following that she asks, "So are we dead and in some sorta after life? 'Cause I've noticed your not breathing. Either way may I travel with you please?"

[Poonbahbah]

"Tereza Jelínek. Worry about why you don't recognize it latter. First we have to help Telkor. Help us figure out what is wrong with him and how to treat him." Tereza will go on to describe wait symptoms she's noticed as well as anything she may have done to help.

[ericthered]

Newton: "I do not recognize your name, what role do you have on this ship?"

The AI moves on without waiting for her answer:
"Is this incident related to the injury maria sustained?"

Several spots on the walls flash, and newton asks Tereza to get the tools in behind them (as well as continuing to pester her for her identity).

[Poonbahbah]

"Unknown, we found him prone not to far from here." Tereza will get the indicated tools and follow instructions.

In response to the pestering for identity she replies, "I've given you my identity, I have no role on this ship, I appeared here from an alternate reality. I've meet with Churchill why don't you confer with him. If you do please convey my apologies for not returning as I said I would. I got distracted.

[ericthered]

"Churchill was unable to verify your identity. You will not be able to excercise your rights as a citizen until you identify yourself."

Newton has Tereza scan Telkor, take samples of his blood and saliva, makes several comments about how similar this is to Maria's predicament.

"There is an organic toxin in his system, which appears to have entered through the wound. The toxin is not known to me."