Jammeez

Help yourself It's in the freezer *points*, and the bowls and spoons are over there *points*. There must be more stools around here somewhere... *looks around*

Timmy and Jamia finally find the kitchen, and make a beeline for the freezer which opens to a glorious sight - a half-gallon of Neopolitan ice cream. There're initials written on the carton, though. Jamia: Huh, looks like this belongs to someone... Timmy: G...V...R... Jamia: Oh! Greta Von Richter! She won't be eating this! Pull up a chair, Tims! I'll see if I can find us some bowls. Timmy: Yaayy! *singing* We're gonna have some ice cream! We're gonna have some ice cream! Soon the two are sitting at a stainless steel worktable in the kitchen, each with a big bowl of pink, brown, and white frozen confection in front of them. The carton is not to be seen, but a scoop is laid aside, forgotten, dripping slowly onto the table.

*scribble scribble*...explosion...earthquake...crazy scientist...crash...acid rain...bodies...the lab...alien shoe, clothes...the mud...scientist runs away...Albert *choke*...bomb...*Jamia's pencil scratches furiously as she runs over all the clues she can remember* Jamia: *sigh* Poor Al. He drove me nuts, but I...I miss him. I know he wouldn't have agreed, but looking over these clues, I still can't come to any other conclusion, but that our dear Explosive Specialist, Ed Smith is behind all this. I should have stuck with my first instinct. OOC: Vote for Eyremon/Ed "Wood" BIC: Sitting on the floor in a remote hallway corner, with her knees drawn up under her chin, Jamia is so deeply into her notes and her thoughts that she doesn't immediately notice the small boy walking dejectedly up the corridor toward her. Timmy drags his feet and hangs his head. He walks right up to her and, turning his back to the wall, slides down next to the goth beatnik girl. Timmy: Hi. Jamia: http://www.themightypen.net/public/style_emoticons/default/ohmy.gif Oh, hi Timmy. What are you doing here? Where are your sisters? Timmy: They're with that scary Zach. I don't like him! He hurt Albert! Jamia: Aww, I know, buddy. He didn't mean it, tho. He was just scared like the rest of us. Timmy: Albert wasn't scared! Albert was smart! He would know what to do now! Jamia: You're right, Timmy. Albert was smart. But, you know what? We're smart, too. We can figure this out. Look, I've been writing down everything I can remember that's happened to us since we got here. Can you remember anything to add to my list? Timmy: *concentrates for a long minute* umm...Hey! That funny-talking lady and the dark man who likes the stars knew each other...she was trying really hard to pretend she didn't know him, but she got him into here before the 'splosion happened. He's a 'Strologer! Jamia: *giggles* Timmy, he's an ASTRONOMER! What you said is another name for a fortune-teller! Timmy: As-tro-lo...er...tro-no-mer? Jamia: That's right. Like As-tro-naut! Would you like to be an astronaut, Timmy? Timmy: Can I take Bubba and Martin with me into space? * pulls out his pets and shoves them under Jamia's nose* Jamia: Sure thing, buddy! They'll be the first reptile and amphibian on the moon! Timmy: Reptile and fibby-what? Jamia: *giggle* Nevermind, Timmy. *climbs to her feet* Let's go find something to eat. Maybe there's a freezer stocked with ice cream, huh? Timmy: YUM!

*Jamia steps into the room. She's been off exploring the complex, trying to get some clues about the culprit. After coming to the theory that one of the scientists was to blame, she decided to check out the labs. Now, clutching her notebook in her right hand, she joins the arguing group* Zach: *pointing at the taciturn Greta* It's that dirty German, I tell you! Albert: *shaking his head emphatically* Just because she's German? Are you nuts? It's got to be this Pavlov-guy! *loud stage whisper* He doesn't like dogs! Zach: What are you, a Nazi-lover? *Terri and Kerri look terribly confused and Timmy bursts into tears* Jamia: Whoa! Hang on, everybody. *several sets of emotion-ridden eyes are turned on Jamia* Er...uh...I found this in the labs... *holds out her left hand, which grips an odd-looking...shoe? Maybe it's a shoe, but it is shaped funny for a shoe...and it's covered in red mud* Jamia: I found this in a corner of the lab. It was stuffed there with an equally odd-looking set of clothing, all spattered with the same mud - from the crash site. Now, I don't know about you guys, but I'm voting for a scientist. If you guys don't think it's Ed, then...*looks meaningfully at Greta* OOC: changing my vote to Greta/Celes

*sigh* We're all gonna die, I just know it. *sigh*

*dancing hotdog does tricks on screen* ...Let's all go to the lobby to get ourselves a treat! *Lights dim again after intermission, and the movie resumes.* Alien Invaders from Mars? Are you serious?? I mean, sure I saw the "ship". It's a mock-up. I think that acid rain is eating away at all your brains. Everything that's happened can be explained. The unexpected strength of the exlosion, the earthquake, the storm, even the desertion of the base. All we have to do is figure out who's trying to scare us. Who has the most to gain from convincing us that there are space invaders getting ready to eat our eyeballs? I don't think it's Greta...at least not yet. I'll have to watch her for a while longer. What about that actor-guy? He's got experience with special effects. He could have set up fake bodies out there by the fake ship making us think aliens have taken over some of us! Maybe he's got other actors on his payroll. How do we know that corporal is really a corporal...or even that he's at the crash site? Or even that there are bodies? Did any of you see them? I didn't! I was too busy trying to keep from getting my epidermis eaten off by that rain! And that's another thing! What was the corporal doing still out there in that rain? He didn't have any shelter. Wouldn't his clothing have been eaten off? And let's get back to the things that can be explained! The unexpected strength of the nuclear blast...we already know who's responsible for that. He admitted it himself. And if he's responsible for that, what other stuff could he be a part of? Whoever is orchestrating this charade is on the border of sanity, and I'd say that Mr. Nuclear Scientist, Ed "Wood" Smith is several pinatas short of a fiesta! OOC: Vote for Eyremon/Ed

Tommy? Who's Tommy? I thought that guy's name was Ed. We're all gonna die, ya know. *sigh* *pulls out her little black note book and starts scribbling in it* *Albert walks up* Whatcha doin'? Huh? I saw you talking to that lady scientist. What'd you talk about? Jamia: nothing Albert: Ah, you're just joshin' me. What are you writing in there? *tries to look over her shoulder* Jamia: *turning away* nothing Albert: Come on, tell me. PLEEEEZ... Jamia: nothing Albert: I won't tell anybody. Promise! Jamia: *sigh* We're all gonna die, ya know.

OOC: Sure glad you did that! IC: You don't mean that you meant the blast to be so strong...do you??? And Greta here is sidestepping the issue... *looks around for someone else who could be considered "in charge"* Hmm, no one but us dummies! We're all gonna die, ya know.

That was...really... *brushes herself off, schooling her features into a less concerned decorum* No big deal. Nope, I was just concerned for you guys. Yep...*sigh* Excuse me, Ms. Von Richter? I couldn't help noticing that the experiments taking place here seem to be a bit...uncontrolled. Are you sure you should be conducting public tours at this early juncture? I mean, isn't it a little irresponsible of the scientific community to be treating a top secret facility such as this as if it were nothing more than an amusment park? Ms. Von Richter simply stares at the obviously highly inquisitive and intelligent, though also very annoying confrontational girl in black.

Intro: Jamia, the sassy, smart, synical beatnik girl. Think Daria/Velma/Zelda from Daria/Scooby/Dobie Gillis. Edit: *sigh* Yeah, Al, very exciting. The Scientific Scholastic Achievement Award is a big big honor. Yadda yadda yadda. They pat you on the head and send you on a bus trip. We'll just see if they can impress me. Nuclear Science just isn't going anywhere! *looks over at Albert across the aisle, who doesn't seem to have heard a word...at least, he's still bouncing in his seat and happily grinning out the window* *sigh* Wake me up when we get there.