CH1-2 Helping With Police enquiries (ALL)

[royya]

Jacob enters the lounge, surveying the area, the people and the atmosphere, trying to figure out who is the authority figure around here. Once he sees one he goes to that man.

Jacob is dressed with a fine black suit with a white tie. A small beard decorates his face and his head is covered with a simple Crocheted yarmulke.
How rude! I deserve to know why I was being handcuffed and what is happening over here.

DM,*What about his personal bag?*

[ghill]

OOC: Jacob,Does Jacob want to talk to the man who just released him from his cuffs or someone else higher up the pecking order

OOC Liz,The girl is escorted towards a section of the lounge which apparently leads to a quite area and bedrooms. Can I have a [b]Spot Hidden[/b] from Liz please.

At Greg's remarks the officers demeanour changes somewhat. "OK sir, I'll go talk to the Police doctor straight away, but he's very busy at the moment. In the mean time you have to understand you are a suspect in an investigation, I can't have you wandering around talking to other witnesses or suspects. In the mean time I'll get the steward to bring out some jugs of water perhaps you can limit yourself to making sure everyone is drinking enough."

[royya]

DM,Someone higher up the pecking order

[ghill]

Jacob takes a few moments to look around and quickly spots what he assumes is a police sargeant, perhaps not the most senior man but clearly the man in charge. As Jacob walks towards him the sargeant looks at his clipboard and starts to walk off in the opposite direction.

[ImpInTraining]

Greg thanks the officer and tries to identify how many of the people in the room are suffering from dehydration on his way back to a seat near Liz and Tom. "You two should drink up... small sips, but lots of them." He was working on his fresh drink as well. As he scanned the room for other victims of dehydration, he put his hand over his mouth and muttered quietly to Liz & Tom, "Their doctor is busy. Was there an explosion? Gunfire? Clearly something happened while I was blacked out."

[royya]

Excuse me...
Jacob haste after the man trying to get the man's attention.
Can I have some answers to why I'm being held in here, I have a flight to catch.

[ghill]

OOC: Greg,without examining each and every person Greg needs a spot Hidden to identify which people have symptoms.

OOC: The lounge is getting rather busy, there must be nearly 80 people in the room excluding the police. One thing is clear Liz, Greg, Jacob and Carlton along with about half a dozen other people have been put in their own section.


Edited: Put Jacob instead of Greg in error, sorry.

[royya]

Jacob scan the people around him ...
Hmm... what is wrong with the people?
He think to himself
Spot HIdden (1d100=11)

[ghill]

OOC Jacob,Whoops my mistake royya that last post should have read Greg not Jacob. However lets not let that Spot hidden go to waste. Sitting in one of the leather chairs is a young oriental man in British Airways uniform, he seems to be smoking despite the clear no smoking signs what attracts Jacob's attention is the speed with which the mans unattended cigarette is burning its like watching time lapse photography, as Jacob gets closer the man sees the burnt out ciggarette and clearly mutters [color=#0080FF]"Bugger I only just lit that"[/color]

[ImpInTraining]

spot hidden - critical success,[url=http://invisiblecastle.com/roller/view/3150623/]Spot Hidden (45%) (1d100=1)[/url]

Dr. Greg quickly surveys the room and remembers his lessons from school about the common signs of dehydration, and looking at each person notes each symptom they seem to have. Then, he looks at his watch to see if his flight has already taken off.

[ghill]

Watching the digits change on his watch it dawns on Greg that at this point his plane will be somewhere over the channel, probably passing into French airspace any moment now.

He looks back at the people in the section nearest to him; Tom the Taxi driver shows the most acute symptoms, the young woman Liz is showing mild symptoms, as are both the young tough in the leather jacket and the bearded jewish guy who just came in (Clayton, Jacob) there are:

A tall well groomed British Border Security agent currently gulping from a can of coke.

The tall well built woman brought in with the girl, she's been sitting nervously in the far corner the wind taken out of her sails arfter recieving the same handcuff lecture as everyone.

A young oriental man in a Britsh Airways uniform.

All three seem to display some symptoms, although not as obvious as Greg's or the other four.

[ImpInTraining]

Keeper,How long was I out for, can I estimate?

"Everyone in here is showing signs of dehydration to some extent, excluding the police officers," Dr. Greg Hammer announces. "I encourage each of you to rehydrate yourselves - taking small, yet plentiful sips. Gulping your drink can lead to painful cramping in the abdomen."

ooc,actually, I have no idea if that's true or not. Just seems like something a doctor would say. LOL.

[ghill]

Greg,looking at his watch Greg reckons he was out for no more than 5-10 minutes certainly no more 10 minutes. NHS Advice for dehydration is to rehydrate the body by drinking plenty of fluids, such as water, diluted squash, diluted fruit juice or semi-skimmed milk. Severe dehydration might require different measures, but Greg doesn't believe any of this will be necessary even for Tom who is clearly the most dehydrated.

[BenTheRat]

Clayton gladly takes some water from Dr. Hammer. "Thank you." Then in a whisper, "Some chick tried to sneak on a plane. I think its the same bitch that knocked me out."

[ImpInTraining]

Greg nodded back to Clayton and whispered, "Apparently, she got around. I'd wager everyone who's dehydrated met up with her." He kept his thoughts on it likely being a virus to himself so as not to cause too much of a panic.

[Mr. Handy]

Liz shrugs in response to Greg's question, not wanting to risk speaking, especially when she doesn't have an answer. She sips rapidly at her second cup of tea rather than guzzling it. Distracted, she can't make out much detail as the girl is being led away.

[royya]

Sitting in one of the leather chairs is a young oriental man in British Airways uniform, he seems to be smoking despite the clear no smoking signs what attracts Jacob's attention is the speed with which the mans unattended cigarette is burning its like watching time lapse photography, as Jacob gets closer the man sees the burnt out ciggarette and clearly mutters "Bugger I only just lit that"[/spoiler-button]

Jacob stares at the man and his cigarette, forgetting completely his intentions to speak with the sergeant. The Cabbalist Rabbi read some weird stuff in his life but something was wrong here, could be the tension, probably his nerves are playing trick on his mind. He decides to walk to the man, as the man is dressed with British Airways uniform, he can supplement some answers.

semi-attentively, Jacob hears one of the passengers, probably a doctor calling for the people to drink so on his way to the oriental man he grabs a cup of water as the announcement of the doctor reminded him that he is thirsty.

Good day to you sir. I have not but to be aware how fast your cigarette was burning. But nonetheless, I came to ask nothing about your smoking habits but maybe you can answer me what is happening around here? Why we are being held here?

[ghill]

"I expect you're here for the same reason I'm here, your caught up in all that fuss with the terrorist girl"

OOC: Jacob,Phsycology roll please.

As he talks the young man stands up and walks over to a nearby drinks vending machine. Droping a pound coin into the machine he selects a drink only to have the machine pop sparks and start smoking.

"Oh come on." then turning to room in general and in a louder voice. How long are we going to be kept here? Some of us have jobs to get back to!

Several policemen look in his direction, but go back to their work when they see him collapse back into his chair.

Meanwhile the tall dark haired woman who gave the police such a hard time earlier looks around the room, her eyes alight on Liz Liz notices she has a rather pained expression on her face as she gives a weak smile. "I'm sorry darling, but do you have any pain killers on you? I have a terrible headache."

[ImpInTraining]

Greg has taken a seat with another drink and is working on it while milling about in his head just what all could manage to affect so many people in such a short time with just physical contact and of those things what sort of other symptoms might they have... and then he realized that he wasn't sure if she did touch everyone.

Looking around, he asked, "Did she touch any of you?" he asked aloud. He recalled the mysterious woman approaching him while he stood in queue and rolled up his sleeves to look and see if there was any noticeable discoloration on his hands or arms.

[BenTheRat]

Clayton took the opportunity to speak up defying the police.
"No, I offered her my hand but I don't think she ever took it. She just looked at me with those weird eyes. Burnt like hell it did. I'll never forget that."