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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 24, 2006 21:21:07 GMT -5
KATE
"Would you just let her listen?" Kate asked, annoyed at the attitude Sawyer had during the entire hike. It was hard enough trying to persuade Shannon to try and translate the message. Sawyer's attitude would most likely have a negative effect on the progress they've made getting Shannon to translate.
Kate's glance momentarily stopped on Ben as she took in his expression of fear. Now was not the time to ask if he was okay as they needed complete quiet for Shannon to listen to the transmission. She looked back to Shannon and the transceiver.
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Post by Shannon Starling on Nov 24, 2006 21:28:28 GMT -5
Shannon: looks at sawyer and then back at the eager group She's saying, she's saying: "Please help me, please come get me."
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Post by Jack on Nov 25, 2006 18:54:35 GMT -5
BEN
"its repeating"
I listned to the transmission, "She's right," I said quietly, but loud enoug for them to hear, "Guys what's a... interation?"
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Post by Scott on Nov 26, 2006 3:01:38 GMT -5
SAYID
"Oh, no, no, no, no." Sayid said, as Shannon took the transciever away from him. "The batteries are dying. We don't have much time."
"its repeating"
"She's right," I said quietly, but loud enoug for them to hear, "Guys what's a... interation?"
"It's a loop. Iteration, it's repeating the same message. The counter -- the next number will end 533." Sayid said, as the message played over again, and the french woman's voice stopped, replaced this time by a mechanical voice that had gone unheard of until now, as people had been speaking over the top of it.
"...Iteration 7294533."
"It's a running count of the number of times the message has repeated. It's roughly 30 seconds long so, how long...?" he trailed off, looking like he was thinking hard as he quickly did the math in his head, going silent.
CHARLIE
"...Iteration 7294533."
"Okay, what's that?" Charlie asked, trying to comfort Shannon by placing a hand on her arm, also startled by the sound of the computerised, unemotional voice. "That voice is weird. What is that?"
"It's a running count of the number of times the message has repeated..."
"Oh." he said simply as Sayid explained, and went quiet, trying to let Shannon and Sayid do their work as he listened.
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 26, 2006 4:34:19 GMT -5
KATE
The number of times the message has been repeated? That can't be good. The iteration number was so high. Shannon didn't seem to be making much of an attempt at translating. Whether it was because she did not know French that well or she was just being stubborn, Kate did not know. All she knew was that the battery was running low.
"How long do we have?" she asked Sayid.
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Post by Scott on Nov 26, 2006 5:05:29 GMT -5
SAYID
Trying to do the math to figure out how long the message had been repeating for, Sayid paused to answer Kate quickly, so that he wouldn't loose his place. "Not very long." he answered her, considering she was asking about the batteries. Then he went back to doing his maths silently again, picking up from where he had left off.
CHARLIE
"The battery. The battery." Charlie said, reminding everyone that they didn't have much time left, and to be quiet so Sayid and Shannon could do their part.
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Post by ana on Nov 26, 2006 11:09:57 GMT -5
Surprisingly Ana-Lucia stayed quiet, so that Shannon could hear the voice properly. This might be their only hope of finding help and she wasn't about to waste it. Anytime someone spoke up, she glared at them until they went quiet again. All eyes were focused on Shannon now.
God help us.....Ana thought.
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Post by Shannon Starling on Nov 26, 2006 12:02:04 GMT -5
Shannon: she heres the voice again and begins [translating]: I'm alone now, on the island alone. Please someone come. The others, they're, they're dead. It killed them. It killed them all.
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Post by ana on Nov 27, 2006 11:12:14 GMT -5
It killed them. It killed them all.
Instantly Ana thought of the noise they'd all heard in the jungle on the first night.
"You're sure that's what she's saying?" She questioned. Though, even without the translation, the voice on the transceiver conveyed the desperation of someone alone and frightened.
None of this made any sense to Ana. If someone was on the island already, assuming they too were stranded here, where were they? Surely they would have seen the plane crash, if not heard it. If they truely were alone, the possibility of finding survivors or even the attention of rescue boats would be a big enough draw to come to the beach. Wouldn't it?
Supposing they were on the opposite side of the island though. They clearly had a radio transmitter of some kind, wouldn't it make sense to try and contact someone from the crash rather than loop a desperate message that made no real sense? If they were hoping to be picked up by a rescue party, wouldn't it have been more practical to give a location as part of the message? Unless they couldn't risk the posibility that 'it', whatever 'it' was, might find them.
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Post by Scott on Nov 27, 2006 20:10:37 GMT -5
SAYID
After a moment longer, Sayid stopped moving his lips silently to muttered to himself as he finished math, realising what his estimated answer was. No, it couldn't have possibly been that long... he quickly went over his figures again. No. He was correct. But the answer was absurd. Nobody could have been there that long... and yet, the facts confirmed it. He looked up at the group slowly, taking into consideration what Shannon had told them about 'it' killing them all. And then he gave them his answer to the length of the iterations.
"16 years." he said, in disbelief. "16 years and 5 months, that's the count." He knew the group was looking at him as if he were as uncertain of his ability to do math as Shannon was as translating, and felt the need to explain himself further, including Shannon's translation into his answer. "The iterations. It's a distress call, a plea for help, a mayday. If the count is right, it's been playing over and over for 16 years."
CHARLIE
As he continued to listen to the development of the translation of the message coming from the trasnciever, Charlie's optimism soon soured into confusion and a sense of dread. It was all becoming too phantamagorical.
"I'm alone now, on the island alone. Please someone come. The others, they're, they're dead. It killed them. It killed them all."
He trusted Shannon's words, and wondered what had been this 'it' that had killed 'them all' that the French woman was so distressed about. And then Sayid said the words that chilled him to the bone.
"The iterations. It's a distress call, a plea for help, a mayday. If the count is right, it's been playing over and over for 16 years."
So the distress call wasn't recent... this woman had made this transmission sixteen years ago. Which meant whatever 'it' was, as Charlie could still remember fresh in his memory from the hike to the cockpit, was still a presence on this island. This... place. Charlie looked around him, wandering eerily what they, as survivors of a plane crash on this mysterious tropical island, had really gotten themselves into.
"Guys, where are we?"
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Post by Jack on Nov 27, 2006 20:32:03 GMT -5
BOONE
I'm alone now, on the island alone. Please someone come. The others, they're, they're dead. It killed them. It killed them all.
He stood still nodding his head, trying to compliment his sister while processing his fear and confusion, "That was good."
"The iterations. It's a distress call, a plea for help, a mayday. If the count is right, it's been playing over and over for 16 years."
"Someone else... was stranded here?" he asked in disbelief.
BEN
"The iterations. It's a distress call, a plea for help, a mayday. If the count is right, it's been playing over and over for 16 years."
I simpy dropped my jaw, not only was Sayid amazing at math, but this whole thing, this whole, distress call, it was... it was messed up. "Are... are you serious?" I asked in utter fear.
"Someone else... was stranded here?"
"Maybe someone came for them," it was more of a suggestion of hope, then plausibility.
"Guys, where are we?"
My eyebrows dropped as my mouth closed. I looked out at the island, I could literally feel my heart beating, my lungs souded like I hand't breathed in years. I wanted to yell, but I couldn't, I wanted to run, but I couldn't, but most of all I wanted to go home, but apparently I couldn't.
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Post by Brittany on Nov 27, 2006 20:39:31 GMT -5
SAWYER
Sawyer was listening to Shannon translate with scepticism. None of it made sense. The polar bear, the message on the radio, all of it. When Sayid explained the iterations, he scoffed, "Oh come on, how do we even know this is real? Sticks over here doesn't even speak French, she said so herself. How do we know she's actually translating this correctly?"
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Post by Jack on Nov 27, 2006 20:43:03 GMT -5
BOONE
"Oh come on, how do we even know this is real? Sticks over here doesn't even speak French, she said so herself. How do we know she's actually translating this correctly?"
He clutched his fists, "Shut up man!"
BEN
I paused for a second, "Trust me, she's translating properly," I reassured him.
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Post by Shannon Starling on Nov 27, 2006 20:51:18 GMT -5
shannon looks on terrified "you think shes still here?
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Post by Hollywood Heidi on Nov 28, 2006 4:01:36 GMT -5
KATE
Nearly 16 and a half years. There was just no way that whoever left that distress call was stil around. She looked at Shannon and shook her head. "Someone had to have come for them." She paused and looked around at the group, trying to read their expressions. Were they also thinking the same thing or just herself and Ben? Kate had to believe that the woman had been rescued. If not, then she died here. And if she died here, then they most likely would.
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Post by ana on Nov 28, 2006 18:44:00 GMT -5
"Someone had to have come for them."
"Then why the hell is it still playing?" Ana said, her tone conveying that she knew the likely answer was not good.
Grabbing the radio from Sayid, she flicked the power off, cutting the sound of the French woman's desperate plea's for rescue. She couldn't listen to it anymore. There was nothing more they could learn from hearing it again.
"It's not safe to stay out here." She glanced at the radio in her hand. "We need to head back. Now."
Pushing her way through the group, she set off back the way they had come, hoping the rest of them wouldn't question her decision.
Hidden under her controlled, dogmatic exterior, was the fear that she too might end up trapped on this island for the next sixteen years. The thought settled a question she'd asked since they'd first crashed.
This was her punishment.
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Post by Scott on Nov 29, 2006 5:50:09 GMT -5
SAYID
"It's not safe to stay out here." She glanced at the radio in her hand. "We need to head back. Now."
"I agree." Sayid said, looking at Ana Lucia as she took the transciever away from him rudely. She was right, but that didn't mean she had to snatch the transciever out of his hands in order to get the group's attention. "There is nothing more we can do now. The signal is coming from somewhere on the island." he continued, as if nothing that had bothered him had happened. "As long as it is transmitting, we cannot broadcast a distress signal for help on any frequency."
He followed after Ana Lucia as she walked away from the group. "I think it may be best if I look after the transciever, for the moment. I have ideas for further use of it." he sais suggestively, but politely, holding out his hand for Ana to place the transciever back in. Obviously she was in a bad mood from the argument and the results they had just gotten, and he did not want to add to that.
CHARLIE
Charlie watched as Ana grabbed the transciever off Sayid, noticing the arrogance in the woman. He had totally forgotten the argument from before, but judging by her mood, he didn't say anything to avoid getting into another shouting match. He was still creeped out by everything he had just heard, and this place. He was beginning to get the urge to get out of the jungle, and quickly. He couldn't tell the others what he had seen at the cockpit, but he agreed with Ana's resolve, and followed after her without any complaints as he stayed close to Shannon.
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Post by ana on Nov 29, 2006 9:10:02 GMT -5
"I think it may be best if I look after the transciever, for the moment. I have ideas for further use of it."
Without stopping, Ana looked Sayid in the eye and then at his outstretched hand. he had managed to get the damn thing working in the first place, so perhaps leaving the transceiver with him was a wise move. Besides, what could she do with it now they knew they couldn't broadcast a signal while the other was still playing.
Somewhat reluctantly, she handed it back, but said nothing. Clearly Sayid was not a man who was easily riled.
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Post by Shannon Starling on Nov 29, 2006 19:58:42 GMT -5
shannon: she looks behind her and then back at the group " we should go tell the others" she says
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Post by Severin on Nov 30, 2006 12:59:34 GMT -5
He remained silent, and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the others talking. 16 years, was it? Yes...yes, it was 16 years. 'It' killed them all. 'It'.
As bad news went, it was more than a little dooming, and Severin felt his stomach tighten, his heart sink, and he unclenched his fists. The possible future for him, and for all these other people was far too depressing to be thought about, so he tried to think about the now. Whatever could get them through the next day, that was all he would allow himself to concentrate on. Because he couldn't let his fears escape.
"It'll be night soon. Should we keep going, or make camp here for now?" he asked the group.
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