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Post by Daniel Faraday on Mar 19, 2008 13:08:42 GMT -5
"They don't believe us becuase we weren't sent to rescue the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815. A-and we still havn't told them what our primary objective was." Daniel wasn't even sure what the overall primary objective was, however, it wouldn't do any good to tell the Oceanic Survivors that.
Charlotte mentioned the fact that Widmore might have came after them, and Daniel met Charlotte's gaze at the sky. "They deserve to know what they're up against. That Doctor could try to..fight against whatever Widmore has planned for them."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 19, 2008 14:09:55 GMT -5
"I'm not even sure what the primary objective is anymore. It could have changed within the time we actually got on this boat to the island. But I think it is for us to find the island and find Benjamin Linus. That's pretty much all I remember of our orders anyway." Charlotte said as one of the clouds passed over the sun, blocking the light out for a brief moment.
"Yes, that Doctor - Shephard I think his name is - is always trying to find trouble to get into. Maybe we could borrow some tranquilizers from the sickbay...." She muttered in a serious tone. "But, I suppose you are right Dan. They deserve to know, even if they do get killed." She continued, glancing over at him before looking back up to the sky.
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Post by Daniel Faraday on Mar 22, 2008 19:11:25 GMT -5
Daniel felt a strange sort of smirk cross on his face as he listened to Charlotte speak about Jack. Of course, Daniel didn't advocate hurting the Oceanic Survivors. They had been through enough already. As the clouds passed over the sun and blocked the light, Daniel looked up, feeling his eyes close for a moment, before he opened them to see the clouds shift, breaking the light and blocking it once more.
The entire world needed to know about the island, or at least the Oceanic cover-up. "They won't know, Charlotte." Daniel said after a moment, looking over at Charlotte. Was he worried? He was worried for himself, for Charlotte, and for the Oceanic Survivors, but worrying would get them no where. They had a choice to make. "They don't even know that they're supposed to be dead." Sudddenly, Daniel was worried; what would happen when they brought the survivors back? Would Widmore find every one of them and snuff them out of existance?
"They're not supposed to be here. They're supposed to be dead. That's...it's going to scare about of people and make alot of people wonder."
"The Captain...won't like it much that we've told them, should we want to." Daniel said, looking over at Charlotte. "And I don't want to be the next one to find themselves walking off a ship." Daniel didn't know why Regina died, or about the bloodstains in some of the cabins, but Daniel knew one thing; all of them were dead.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Mar 22, 2008 20:19:30 GMT -5
Charlotte looked at Daniel as he spoke. "That would be a problem." She muttered, resting her chin in her hand with a frown tugging at the corners of her lips. If they did bring back the survivors, people would be freaking out about the fact that they were supposed to be dead. Their families would probably be the biggest problem.
"Their families will be the biggest shock, but then all the news reporters will swarm them, wondering how they got back. Then they'll be coming to us, then the Captain, then Widmore." And when it gets to Widmore, we're all dead. Very dead. She added mentally.
"The Captain," She paused, hesitating slightly before looking over at Daniel again. "Doesn't have to know." She continued after a moment, biting her lower lip in thought.
"We can make sure the Captain doesn't find out. He has his own problems right now, so he might even be too busy to notice." She explained slowly, still working it out slightly in her head. "But if he does find out somehow, we're in deep trouble and will mostly like end up a blood splatter on the wall."
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Post by Daniel Faraday on Apr 1, 2008 18:41:04 GMT -5
Daniel didn't like to think about the blood splatter on the wall. He had passed it when he had first came aboard the Freighter, and he felt his stomach shift just thinking about it. However, as Charlotte said that the Captain didn't need to know, he arched an eyebrow, looking at her. "Yeah," he said slowly. "but, see, uh...the Captain always seems to know. Everything." Except about the blood splatter on the wall, Dan thought silently. He hadn't a clue about that. However, Daniel could see the wheels in Charlotte's mind turning, and it peeked his curiousity.
"Yeah, how are you planning on telling them? That Doctor...he'll go to the Captain. Ask why wasn't he told. I really don't want to be a bloodstain."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Apr 1, 2008 19:26:23 GMT -5
"The Captain is too busy wrapped up in his own little world. He doesn't seem to care about anything else except keeping people on this ship." Charlotte said. "So he might not find out. It's worth a shot." She continued, tapping her fingers against the railing as she continued to think. If they told the survivors, they might have a chance of living. Charlotte already knew she, Dan, Miles, and Frank were going to end up like the blood splatter on the wall. She knew it was coming, and it worried her. She shuddered slightly at the thought.
"The Doctor will keep his mouth shut. I'll personally make sure of it, even if I have to give him tranquilizers from the sickbay to do it." She muttered, glancing over at Dan. "Or I'll lock him in his room."
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Post by Daniel Faraday on Apr 2, 2008 12:06:24 GMT -5
"Remind me to never make you mad." Daniel said slowly, a slight and small smirk spreading on his face before his brows narrowed deeply. "I-I think...I think we should tell the woman with the baby." Daniel said. "O-Or the larger one. His name...uh...Hurley. Him." The Doctor, the Doctor would be the last to know. However, the Fugative and the Con Man...
"They won't take well to knowing that they're going to die." Daniel said through a sight sigh. He brought a hand up, rubbing at his forehead. "The last thing this place needs is a Mutany." And Daniel didn't want to get in the middle of it. These were good people, but when good people were pressed...
Daniel felt a headache starting to brew at the thought of hearing them yell. They would yell alot. His head ached for other reasons; the memory game he and Charlotte had played had gotten easier once they had gotten off the island. His head had settled down, stopped spinning as much as it has on the island, however, it still raced at times, and he found it harder and harder to stop.
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Apr 2, 2008 13:53:21 GMT -5
"Don't worry, you can't make me mad. Only people like the Doctor, Miles, or the Captain can." She said with a smile, quietly chuckling. She raised an eyebrow slightly. "What if we told everyone but that Doctor, the Fugitive, and the Con - Man? The rest of them seem like the kind you could trust."
Charlotte nodded. "A mutany would be horrible, considering the amount of guns and other junk aboard this boat. They would probably blow us all to hell and we'd be dead anyway." She muttered, folding her arms across her chest with a sigh.
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Post by Daniel Faraday on Apr 3, 2008 23:55:49 GMT -5
Daniel smiled slightly, quietly as he rubbed his temples in a vain effort to quell the headache. His mind calmed slightly, and he opened his eyes to look at the waves. No, he thought silently. Looking would make him think, and thinking only worsened his headache.
As Charlotte spoke, Daniel moved back from the railing, sitting down on the small bench as he looked at her, releasing his fingers from massaging his temples. "They're all good people." Even the fugative and the con man...even the doctor. They were all good people, just pushed to limits that people shouldn't have had to deal with. The thought of the guns and explosives on the boat made Daniel frown. The first day he had gotten on the boat, the Captain had given him a gun. Daniel had never fired a gun in his life. He wasn't even sure if he was able to, the gun had felt so heavy. But it had been for protection...
"The doctor was wondering about Desmond the last time I saw him. I tried to explain to him what was wrong...he didn't understand. As long as Desmond focuses on here...he'll stay here." The memory loss, however...it bothered Daniel. "He asked me if I thought he would get his memory back. I told him Id idn't know. He didn't really like that answer."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Apr 4, 2008 16:24:47 GMT -5
Charlotte watched him for a moment. She could tell he was probably getting a headache, again. "I know they're good, they're just annoying sometimes." She muttered. At least, in her opinion they were annoying. She didn't mind the ones like the mother and her baby, or the gluttonous millionaire. But ones like the Con man got on her nerves, mostly because of the nicknames he had come up for her. She had threatened to shove a pen up his nose last time he had used one.
"Do you want me to run down and get you some Tylenol or Asprin from the sick bay?" She offered after a minute, turning to look at him as he sat down. She folded her arms across her chest and leaned back against the railing. The sun was beginning to set and it's bright hues blinded her, forcing her to look away.
"By here you mean, this time period, right?" She asked slowly, still slightly confused about the matter. "I would be worried too if someone was time traveling in his own mind." Charlotte added. "But I hope he gets his memory back. It's one less thing to worry about."
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Post by Daniel Faraday on Apr 4, 2008 23:25:34 GMT -5
As Charlotte spoke of getting him Tylonol, Daniel nodded slightly. "Thanks." he said slowly, bringing a hand up to rub against his forehead, until Charlotte spoke again about this time period and being worried about time travelling. "N-no!" Daniel said suddenly, a sigh escaping his lips, however, a slight smile spread on his face. "No," he told her, removing his hand from his forehead to point slightly at Charlotte. "not worried! Facinated! Just the simple fact that it worked--" Daniel felt himself trail off. It was Nobel Prize worthy, and yet, Daniel hadn't even thought of that until now.
However, Daniel knew when he had researched the island, that it would happen. Frank wouldn't have stayed on the barings, and it would happen. However, he hadn't thought it would happen to Desmond. He had thought it would happen to him. "It's--It's incredible that it happened--that it worked." However...Eloise had died...
"No." he told himself, bringing a hand up to his forehead as he shook his head quickly. "No, Eloise...she was different. Smaller. He's--as long as he knows, as long as he stays here, he won't die." Daniel knew he had to be sure about that, and yet, he still wasn't completely sure. Of course, Desmond wasn't dead yet, and Eloise had died right away...
"A constant. He has a constant and--and so do I." Daniel pressed his palm to his forehead, clenching his eyes shut for a breif second before opening them again. "Constants. It's all about constants."
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Apr 5, 2008 20:01:13 GMT -5
Charlotte nodded and disappeared below deck for a moment, coming back with a bottle of Tylenol and a glass of water. She handed them to him. "Sorry, I still don't understand it quite as well as you do. We may have both went to Oxford, but I studied Anthropology, not Physics." She muttered, sitting down on the deck cross legged. It was true, she was confused on the matter, but she had understood more of it than Frank, Miles, or Naomi. Then again, they had hardly listened to Daniel's theorys.
"Worked? You mean how the constant or whatever keeps you from dying? Or losing your mind?" Charlotte asked, looking at him. "Doesn't the cabin fever thing Regina and Minkowski went through have to do with that?" She continued.
Charlotte traced invisible patterns on the deck wood with her finger, still mulling over things in her head. It was all rather difficult to comprehend, but she was slowly beginning to understand it, the more she thought about it. Glancing up at Dan, she raised an eyebrow. "Who's Eloise?"
"His constant is Widmore's daughter, isn't it?" She said. "Then would Desmond be your constant since he exsists here and there? Or do you have another one?"
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Post by Daniel Faraday on Apr 10, 2008 15:22:51 GMT -5
Regina and Minkowski. Those were varibles that Daniel couldn't understand; Minkowski seemed to be showing the same signs as Desmond had, yet Daniel couldn't get a hold on Minkowski enough to tell him to focus. Desmond however proved more able to be told. And himself...
Charlotte's question still plagued his mind as he took the tylonol and downed it. "Regina...Regina's something I still can't...understand." As Charlotte asked about Eloise, he watched her eyebrows raise. "She, uh...she's a--she WAS," he corrected himself almost forcefully, "Yeah, she was my rat. She died. Her brain exploded." Poor little Eloise.
As Charlotte asked about constants, Daniel felt himself nod. "He seems to care for her a great deal. I picked Desmond because he was the only one that believed me. No one else did..." Except Charlotte. Charlotte seemed to believe him well enough, even though he basically out here had no proof at all. However, when he had first met Desmond, he had not known Charlotte.
"None of the others--they don't even listen to me half the time. They don't...understand." he tilted his head slightly, looking at Charlotte. "You don't understand, either...but you listen. Why?"
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Post by Charlotte Lewis on Apr 10, 2008 16:11:36 GMT -5
"Regina was always a bit... odd." Charlotte mumbled. It was true; anytime she had seen the woman, she had been reading a book upside down or had been fretting over the smallest of things. It was strange. "Oh." She frowned as he spoke of Eloise. "I'm....sorry." She muttered, leaning back on her hands as she looked at him. "I didn't know."
"I know what you mean. Oxford isn't exactly the nicest place to meet people. People used to be jerks to me, at least until threatened to shove a pen up this guy's nose." She said with a small smile. The kid had been picking on her younger sister, so Charlotte had came very close to killing him. She was protective, even if she did in in a rather.... violent way.
Charlotte sighed softly and grabbed one of the nearby coils of rope. Playing with the frayed end of the rope, she looked up at Daniel again as he spoke. "Why?" She repeated. True be told, she didn't really know why she listened to him. "I don't know why, really. Your theories interest me, a lot. They're important things to talk about and know. Even if I don't understand them, I'd eventually like to."
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Post by Daniel Faraday on Apr 14, 2008 15:11:06 GMT -5
"She wasn't odd." Daniel said almost defensively. "She was just...the way she was." Regina had always listened to Daniel's theories, they had talked about the payload and the effects of the island. When he had found out she had walked off ship, Daniel didn't know how to explain it. He was worried. Frightened, even. Because if Regina walked off ship, she had to have had a reason, right? Or someone had made her, which worried Daniel even more.
Charlotte spoke, answering the question he had posed, and the smallest of smiles appeared on his face. No one had listened to him, not at Oxford or any other place. THey mocked him. Ridaclued him. Told him he was a nut job. However, Charlotte...Charlotte understood. Or tried to, at least. And deep down, it comforted Daniel. He wasn't crazy after all.
"You're the first one who's listened to me. Who's believed that it's all possible. The others, they...they just laughed. They...they wanted to kick me out of Oxford. The students...none of them could pass my class because they didn't listen."
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