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Post by Sam O'Connor on Dec 27, 2010 6:22:34 GMT -5
Life on board the Venia was definitely proving to be perculiar. Samuel had only been on board a couple of months, liaising with the crew and relaying the UGAP's orders and wishes, and already he'd seen things he'd never dreamed of, even in his extensive travels. Admittedly, these travels had been business related, so he'd spent more time in board rooms than in a space where he was actually able to admire the Universe they all lived in.
He'd been sitting in his office, looking over his stock figures when there had been, what he could only describe as, an earthquake on board the ship, and the Captain had called him up to the flight deck. Leaving his jacket behind, he strode to his destination, only to be met by a flurry of panic as he entered. "What's going on?" he'd asked, his American accent harsh as he shouted over the noise. That was when someone had directed his attention to the main viewing screen. It was like they were looking a mirror image of the ship. "What the hell?"
Turned out, the rifts that W4 had been creating actually transported you to an alternate Universe if you were sucked into one; science fiction had just become reality. With some caution, and a lot of discussion, the two Michael's (weird) agreed that a group of people would be allowed across to the other Venia, and naturally, Samuel had agreed to go.
Walking the corridors of the other ship was a surreal experience, lots of familiar faces, but they were dressed differently, had different haircuts, or held themselves in a different way. It also turned out that the creators of this Venia had decided to put the meeting room in a different place, and he had become lost. "Great," he grumbled, coming to a halt in the middle of the corridor, "just great."
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Post by Evangeline Irvine on Dec 27, 2010 10:16:37 GMT -5
An alternate reality? It was crazy. It was entirely absurd. And yet, according to all the thoughts and buzzing in her crewmates' minds, it was true. Both out of curiosity and concern, Eva decided she ought to at least pop in on the meeting. Maybe she'd be able to help the captain--s?--keep everyone in check, seeing as she'd be able to stop a fight before it could happen. If nothing else, she wanted to see her alternate self. What in the world would an alternate of her be like?
As she was on her way toward the meeting room she found Sam standing in the middle of the hall and she waved to him, jogging lightly to his side. Only when she reached him did she take note of what he was wearing. "Jesus, Sam, what're you wearing? I didn't think this meeting was as important an occasion as to merit dressing up." She glanced up and noted that he'd also styled his hair differently than usual. "What in the world...?"
Taking a step back, she gave Sam a proper up-and-down. Not only were his looks different, but so was his demeanor; stronger, colder. It simply wasn't like him. Feeling rather hollow, she took another step back and folded her arms across her chest, meeting his eyes. "Good Lord, what's happened to you?" |
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Post by Sam O'Connor on Dec 27, 2010 10:38:22 GMT -5
Frustration built in Samuel's brow as he attempted to figure out exactly where he was, he didn't like not knowing something. Eventually he decided to ask someone for directions, as embarrassing as that was, but he never got the chance as a voice distracted him. It sounded somewhat familiar, and yet not, and he couldn't place why until he turned and saw who was approaching. "Evy," he said, giving her a once over - she was wearing a lot more black than usual, and jeans, which was odd. He was more than used to slipping his hand up her skirt. Maybe this was a feeble attempt to keep him at bay.
Despite the confusion registering across her face, he answered her first question with a tug of his lapel, "vintage Hugo Boss," he said simply, "I could ask the same of you, not that I'm complaining," his eyes traced the lines of her curves in that polo-neck, "suits you, you should wear stuff like that more often." He shoved his hands in his pockets, watching as she slowly backed away. What did he do?
"Nothing's happened to me," he said, "nothing that requires taking the Lord's name in vain, anyway," he smirked. "I didn't realise you were coming to the meeting, wherever it is." As he thought about it more, he realised why her voice had sounded strange; it was the wrong accent, an American accent had come from her lips instead of her usual Australian one. "What happened to your Aussie accent?" he asked, gesturing at her, "leave it in the shuttle?" |
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Post by Evangeline Irvine on Dec 27, 2010 10:56:29 GMT -5
Was Sam... checking her out? Eva arched an eyebrow and clenched her teeth, resisting the urge to knock the sense out of him--or, rather, into him. She probably wouldn't have minded it so much, but something about Sam's eyes were throwing her. They were different, somehow--the only way she could think to describe that look was a predator sizing up its prey. It just wasn't like him. Something here was very, very wrong.
"What are you talking about?" she asked irritably. "I wear stuff like this all the time. You're the one wearing--what was that? Vintage Hugo Boss?" She scoffed. His proceeding comments only succeeded in confusing her further. He'd never bothered chastising her over her word choice before--though she really ought to stop taking the Lord's name and using it to express her emotions. But that was beside the point.
"Aussie accent?" Eva spluttered, bewildered now. "I've never had an Australian accent. Besides, you're the one who--" she cut off, sudden understanding dawning on her face. "The shuttle?" Taking another step back, out of chagrin this time, she dropped her arms to her sides. "You're not my Sam, are you?" That much was obvious. "You're the Sam from the other Venia." |
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Post by Sam O'Connor on Dec 27, 2010 11:23:49 GMT -5
Okay, something was really wrong. Either it was PMS, or Evy had completed changed personality in the past few hours. She didn't usually scoff at his choice of clothing like that. Also the accent, the clothing, the posture, her general demeanor and reactions towards him - it was all wrong. The Evy standing before him came to the same conclusion moments before he did.
"And you're not Evy," he concluded, "well, well done us for finally figuring that one out." It should have been obvious from the outset, especially seeing as he'd already encountered the alternate version of several other crew members already. "Huh, I didn't think you'd be so different. Should have realised from the moment you turned up in those heels." Yeah, he just checked her out again. Regardless of how different she was in personality, she was still hot physically.
Removing his hands from his pockets, he said, "I assume by the possessive way you said 'my Sam' that you two still know each other then, and are close?" He had to admit, he was curious to know just how different his counterpart was, whether he'd been brought up any differently or whether he still had the same good looks. |
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Post by Evangeline Irvine on Dec 27, 2010 11:48:01 GMT -5
The alternate Sam confirmed her suspicion, informing her that he, indeed, wasn't who she thought he was. Eva couldn't help the wave of relief that washed through her. Silently thanking the heavens that her Sam wasn't like this one, she turned her attention back to whatever it was he was talking about. "What, the other me doesn't wear heels?" she asked, ignoring his roaming eyes and glancing down at her feet. She wasn't really all that fond of towering over everyone, but hey, shoes are shoes.
His next question brought her up short. It shouldn't have been hard to answer, and yet, she found herself floundering over the words 'possessive' and 'close' for a moment. "Yeah, I suppose," she said at last. "You're the only person I've really gotten close to besides Louise." Did he know who Louise was? Maybe, where he was from, she'd been raised by someone else? "Why? Are we not friends in your universe?"
Just the possibility of a universe where she and Sam weren't friends existed was mind-boggling. But he knew her as Evy, didn't he? Surely she'd never submit to being called that by just anyone? So they had to be close where he was from, too... didn't they? She was a little surprised by the sense of loss building in her chest. The actual Sam, her Sam, was around here somewhere. She knew that. And yet, standing here with this imposter... she fought back a grimace as she waited for his reply. |
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Post by Sam O'Connor on Dec 27, 2010 12:34:21 GMT -5
Samuel laughed internally, folding his arms across his chest. Yeah, they were close, if her pause had said anything. The way she downplayed it said more. "Louise?" he said, only mildly puzzled - he'd never heard Evy mention that name before, but it didn't bother him too much that he didn't know everything about the woman. "Yeah, we're friends," he said, "in a way." Judging by the look of mild disgust that she was already wearing just being in his presence, he figured she wouldn't want him to elaborate further.
"Well," he said, deciding he'd had enough of the look she was giving him, "I was looking for the meeting room, apparently the layout of our ships do differ, and we weren't given a tourist map on arrival. So, if you'd be kind enough to point me in the right direction, I'll leave you be." Maybe she could find her own Sam and reassure herself that everything was okay. He knew he'd be glad to see Evy without those judging eyes. |
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Post by Evangeline Irvine on Dec 27, 2010 13:03:37 GMT -5
"Yes, Louise," Eva said, giving Sam a curt nod. "She was my foster mom. Taught me all I needed to know about telepathy." As he clearly had no idea what she was talking about, she didn't press the matter. Instead she concentrated on keeping her face straight when he said "in a way", hiding her distrust and mild disgust. His tone was hardly reassuring. Thankfully, he seemed just as ready as she was to end this conversation.
"The meeting room's down a level," she told him laxly, though her posture was slightly more tense than usual. "You'll end up in a corridor similar to this one, but at the far end there'll be a set of double-doors." She then stepped aside, her back against the wall, and indicated silently that he should be on his way. She'd had more than enough of this alternate Sam.
Once he was gone she sank down onto the floor, wrapping her arms around her legs and resting her chin on her knees as she tried to picture what this alternate universe must be like. She was certain she wouldn't like it. In fact, she was fairly sure she'd hate it. Especially if the only person she'd have to share it with was that awful double of her best friend. |
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