[Location: The Harbor]

Rimmer is sitting in front of a small shop that faces the docks and the 
ships attached. It's late afternoon but there's still about a half hour 
before sundown... maybe a bit more. The day is terribly windy but Arnie 
doesn't seem to mind. He's apathetically watching the waves being 
stirred up and dashed against things here and there. He must have 
learned from that time it was raining and a wave actually tossed a fish 
in his face that sitting on the END of a dock in bad weather is in fact 
not a good idea. Arnie's dufflebag is no where in sight but lately he 
hasn't been carrying it around a lot. Besides, it's not much of a 
significant fact. The amazing thing is a lot more subtle. Arnie is 
DEBATING whether or not to SIT on the end of the dock..... This is how 
one learns just how much of an idiot or lunatic someone really is.

The Shade may seem a fool to be out on this windy, blustery afternoon, 
but he's never been one to let the weather dictate his life. He 
strides, a large black coat draped around himself, shielding him from 
the worst of the wind. His purpose...well, what is his purpose, ever, 
other than to simply take in the 'fresh' city air? Only the Shade 
knows, if anyone does. And he's not telling.

The sound of the wind is joined by a strange sound, a sort of humming 
and whistling. It's just at the edge of hearing...

There is a lone tree that stands about thirty feet from the waterfront. 
For several days now, Amy has picnicked under its canopy, gazing out at 
the harbor, almost as if she was hoping to see some glimpse of her 
world. That wasn't very likely, of course, but the harbor was her place 
to gaze longingly at the horizon and wonder. As another sharp gust of 
wind rolls by, she shivers a bit. It was warming up a bit, but that 
wind could chill someone to the bone. It was making her peaceful 
interlude with the sea a bit less pleasant. Perhaps it's time she 
headed home. She picks up her briefcase and lunch.

The sound is beginning to get louder. It is still not that noticeable, 
but slowly, surely, it's picking up volume...

Rimmer hasn't seen Amy as he's in the wrong position and place to do 
so. He hasn't yet seen the Shade even if the Shade's quite close and 
within view. Arnie is really working out just how much he wants to get 
hit with salt spray and just how much he'd rather stay out of the wind. 
But something about that dock keeps drawing him back. Why? It's the 
dock he came on! You don't think he sits there for no reason? England's 
on the horizon... sort of... some place. No where near in view, 
certainly not exactly in front of that dock even if it were in view. 
But it's still there... past everything. He's been reminising(sp??) a 
lot lately and so the dock has extra meaning for him right now.

The sound is getting quite loud now. No... it's getting nearer. It 
seems to be coming from above. A momentary glance at the sky reveals 
that some sort of object is falling towards the docks...

The Shade looks up, after hearing the oddest noise..."Oh dear," he 
murmurs, and opens his umbrella (which is, no doubt, made by the Acme 
corporation). He's not sure just what's falling, but he felt a gesture 
of some sort was in order, and diving for cover is just not dignified. 
Besides, if he did that, he wouldn't be able to see what, precisely, 
was about to spash down..."A bomb, perhaps?"

With a loud CRASH something hits one of the docks! (The one right next 
to Rimmer's.) Whatever it is, it busts a hole straight through to the 
water below, sending spray high into the air!

Amy Anderson frowns. That's not the wind... and it's not exactly 
thunder. Besides, the cloud cover wasn't thick enough. She jumps as 
there is a sudden blast of sound and a splash in the water. What on 
earth? A meteor? Perhaps it was. That was about all that made sense to 
her. Warily, she approaches the docks, alert for anything unusual.

Piotr hears the tremendous crash as he walks in from the direction of 
the Lighthouse... having been frustrated that Katya was not at home... 
his view is obscured by constructions... but he picks up his pace as he 
rounds the corner, the streak from the sky having caught his eye for a 
moment. "Bozshe moi..." he mutters to himself...

Something seems to have washed up on the rocks on the edge of the 
harbor. It's... a man? He is wearing some outlandish clothing (OOC: Not 
what he's wearing in his desc, think beaten animal skins combined with 
garbage can lids) and appears to be unconscious. Otherwise, he seems to 
still be alive, if he doesn't drown.

The Shade breaks into a quick half-running half-walking gait toward the 
'splashdown', curious, if nothing else, about the nature of this event. 
. o O (Are we being shelled? Odd if we are...such things aren't usually 
quite so solitary). As he draws closer, he spots the human figure. 
Throwing caution to the wind, which is still present in ample supply, 
he makes his way to the figure's side, and crouches down. "Sir..." he 
says, gently, trying to ascertain the man's condition, as best he 
can...

Junkyard looks unhurt, just passed out. The water laps at his feet, 
pushing against the rocks. It does nothing, however, to wash all the 
dirt off of him... he's pretty grungy. His hair is blonde, when you 
look closely, but it is so dirty it appears brown.

Rimmer is still in front of his shop and blinks. What the HELL was 
that?? It's a good thing whatever it was didn't land through HIS dock 
or he'd have been quite annoyed. Actually, he is anyhow. Best to see 
what it is so he can confront and maybe even give a peice of his mind 
to who ever did that. He follows behind the Shade at a slower pace and 
soon notices the human figure as well. Arnie has seen a lot of odd 
things recently but it wasn't until now that he actually saw someone 
fall from the sky... hrmmm.. "Ohh... I wonderful. Now who am I going to 
complain to?" is what he mutters under his breath. Complaining would 
have been a very nice thing right now. Since the wind is overly 
exerting itself right now he decides to complain about it to no one in 
particular, "Why is it half the time I want to be outside the weather 
decides to do the worst it possibly can?"

Junkyard is beginning to slip off the rocks. In a few seconds he may 
slide into the water completely.

Amy Anderson is rather alarmed as a man in black runs to the shore. She 
concedes that he's probably just investigating the meteor too. Wait... 
there's some other man there as well. He looks as if he washed up from 
the shore... he's likely to need medical care if he was shipwrecked. 
Perhaps the man was on the docks when the meteor hit. She didn't know 
*what* he was doing there, but he did need help. She runs over to the 
man in black and the unconscious man. "Quick, don't just stand there, 
pull him out!" She steps into the water to snatch the body before it 
drifts away.

Piotr rounds the corner... in time to look down the slope of the 
waterfront to see the gathering around the water's edge... and that 
adventurous curiosity he's so long been seeking to hide from gets the 
better of him... and he makes his way down towards the splashdown spot 
to see what's happened...

Junkyard is pulled up onto dry land with a bit of effort. His body is 
completely limp, though it doesn't seem to have been hurt. Strange, 
since he probably just suffered a very long fall.

"My thoughts precisely, young lady," murmurs the Shade, as he follows 
suit, taking hold of the man and trying to haul him ashore as gently as 
possible, mindful of potential injuries. The shadows around him flicker 
slightly, as though they're about to come to life...and, depending how 
things turn out, they may well. "Sir...sir! Can you hear me, sir?"

Junkyard lies upon the ground inert. His passive features don't give a 
single twitch. Totally laid out, he is just below six feet tall. His 
clothing looks like it was smashed together from bits of scrap metal, 
and the fall certainly hasn't improved it any. Somehow, the twisted 
remnants of what seem to have been a crown still cling to his head.

Amy Anderson quickly checks his pulse. He was certainly alive... just 
unconscious from some kind of shock, most likely. He doesn't appear to 
have any real physical abrasions. "He seems all right." She nods. 
"Breathing on his own." She turns to the man in black. "I don't suppose 
you saw what happened?" Odd dress at any rate... he certainly didn't 
seem to be a local.

Rimmer remains just standing there and watching. For one, the Shade and 
Amy are doing quite a good job. For another, he doesn't think he really 
wants to touch the weird fellow in the water without first finding out 
where he's been. Arnie does wonder if the metal parts of the man's 
clothing don't happen to hurt or chafe at least some. He looks over at 
Amy when she asks what happened, "I... thought he fell from the 
sky...." Well, Arnold WAS watching the docks a lot at the time, even if 
he was thinking some. He also watchs the sky a lot too, especially now 
that the sun is coming into a position for setting, though it's quite a 
bit of time before it actually will. He wonders if the wind will affect 
the sunset any.

The Shade shakes his head. "No, I fear not. I simply saw the 
impact...which, however outlandish it may seem, may well have been our 
friend here." He pauses, looks back toward Rimmer, and nods. "I believe 
you're right, sir. If so, he's either unbelievably fortunate, or 
unbelievably durable." He remains crouched down beside the man, looking 
him over..."Hmmm..."

Piotr approaches slowly, not wanting to get any more involved than he 
really has to... but upon taking in the scene, and seeing an 
unconscious man lying on the ground, he feels he must try and help in 
some way. "Excuse me..." he says, politely butting in. "This man fell 
from the sky, you say?" He takes in the three others tending to him... 
then begins to study the big man.

Junkyard's eyelids begin to twitch, and then snap open. He sits bolt 
upright, and surveys his surroundings frantically. His eyes are so wide 
you can clearly see the irises... a very light shade of green. He looks 
at the ground, and scrapes a finger along it. He then examines the 
finger, and exclaims "Di Skqu!"

Amy Anderson frowns. "That's quite a fall to create such an impact. He 
doesn't even look hurt!" That was incredible. She turns to Piotr with a 
slight nod. "We think so. I'm not sure. He's out cold at any rate." She 
doesn't even comment on his dress. In the blink of an eye, he sits 
right up. Reflexively, Amy jumps back, almost stumbling into the others 
nearby. "Unbelievable!"

Junkyard then manages to realize that there are people around him. He 
leaps to his feet, and begins to yell things in a panicked fashion: 
"Krizhav Skreejog! Zo Vilexiz! Klashklog?"

"Out cold?", repeats the Shade, a bit drily, even as he, too, jumps 
backwards at the man's sudden consciousness. "Sir? Can you understand 
me?" He repeats the question in French and Latin, languages he speaks, 
but his player doesn't.

Rimmer is passively standing by with his hands in his pockets, 
actually. He's not a people person no matter how you slice it and the 
fact there are other people here means he doesn't really need to 
bother. Arnie glances at Piotr when this newest person arrives and nods 
before looking down at the man on the ground who has just responded. He 
steps back a little and asks, "In this city, Amy? I'm actually not too 
surprised... so far." He blinks as the man jumps up and starts 
screaming. Arnie instantly backs off quite a lot and stays as far away 
from Junkyard as he can.

Junkyard seems to calm down a bit, but only just. "Oh! Oh! You speak 
Yonan! Strange... you don't look like Yonans. Not enough eyes."

Rimmer blinks, "Yonan? Errr... sorry.. don't know any." He blinks 
further at the eyes bit.... and suddenly looks a little more 
interested... of course, Abdiel once told him the basics of PI.. just 
what it does, mostly. But still.. that right there... "Aliens?"

Amy Anderson frowns. "Yonan?" she repeats? "No, I speak Japanese." 
(OOC: That's bound to get a few funny looks. ;-) ) She regards the man 
warily. "What happened to you?" she asks.

Piotr blinks slightly, running these words through his multilingual 
vocabulary... and coming up with nothing. He tries to reach out a bit, 
to calm the brute... when he suddenly starts to speak... Yonan? He 
glances up again... never having known an Infinity portal to spit 
someone out so high in the air before. "We are not Yonans..." he says, 
tenatively... "You are on a planet known as Earth." he adds, in his 
best Greeting the Alien Species voice...

Junkyard asks, "Earth? You named your planet after dirt? Woah... Wait a 
minute, where the divosk am I? I'm on another PLANET? That explains why 
it's so wierd. Why are you speaking like that?"

The Shade's tone remains steady, as he replies. "Yonan? Hmm...well, I'm 
quite happy with the number of eyes I have, thank you.. No matter." 
This is all murmured. More loudly, he says, "Er, yes, quite. I am 
called the Shade, and these are...these are...well, come to think of 
it, I don't know them." Pause. "I believe we'll all be quite happy to 
answer whatever questions you have."

Junkyard asks, "Japanese? Is that what you call the Yonan language?"

Rimmer looks at the Shade and then looks at Junkyard, "She's speaking 
English right now." He does give Amy a somewhat odd look though... he 
forgot she was from Japan.. and has never heard her speak the language 
before, of course.

Junkyard says, "Oh, English? What a strange name. But then, only what 
I'd expect from a planet called Earth."

Amy Anderson looks at Rimmer as if he was crazy. English? Uh, no. At 
any rate, this wasn't the time to discuss this. She turns back to 
Junkyard. "Are you all right, sir? Uh... what are you called?"

Rimmer looks at Junkyard, "Well what would YOU have named it? Water?"

Junkyard looks around again, oblivious to the questions he's being 
asked. "Wierd. Really weird. Anyone brought up here wouldn't last a 
minute back on Skrajaep."

The Shade chuckles. "It's a strange enough name, even if you've lived 
here all your life, I suppose." He takes a breath. "This may be 
somewhat difficult to understand, but, if I'm correct, you're not 
merely on another planet. This may seem an odd question, but do indulge 
me...before your...arrival...did you see some manner of blue glow or 
flash of light?"

Junkyard sighs. Then he gets a surprised look on his face. Then it 
turns to anger. "Skrajaep! Damnit! Now that I'm not there, what's gonna 
happen! Everything was going fine! Then there was this weird glow, and 
I wake up in this... this... Gekzvn!"

Junkyard yells so loudly he upsets the crown on his head. It falls over 
his eyes, then slips into his hands. He looks at it. It seems to make 
him angrier... tosses it as far as he can towards the ocean. It's one 
hell of a toss... you can't even see where it lands.

The Shade ahs, and subtly takes a step backward. "Aha. I suspected as 
much. I fear, sir, that you've fallen prey to something of a local 
curse."

Amy Anderson hmms. Apparently he didn't know what'd happened either. 
Did that mean he was stuck here, perhaps dropped onto this world by 
Project Infinity? She still knew far too little about this... she'd 
really have to talk to Hank one day. She just remains silent as 
Junkyard has his tantrum, but she gasps quite audibly when he lobs the 
crown far out to sea.

Junkyard seems to have vented his frustrations. He calms down again. He 
turns to you, his face now almost as impassive as when he was 
unconscious. It's as if he's... adapted... to his new surroundings.

Junkyard asks, "Curse? What the divosk's a curse?"

Piotr stands back and lets the discussion go forth a bit between the 
others... as he continues to monitor this group of strangers, hoping 
none of them prove to be dangerous... and as the big man hurls his 
crown with impressive strength... he backs up a step further... 
preparing for some sort of bad news from him. He talks a lot, too... 
rather quickly...

Junkyard has slowed his speech down somewhat, as if he's ready to 
actually listen to what you're saying.

The Shade doesn't seem at all sure that this new calm is a good sign. 
Nevertheless, he plunges onward. "I don't know the precise history 
behind it all, but apparently a scientific experiment went awry, and 
began opening...portals, gateways, or whatever you prefer to call 
them...between this place and other worlds, other universes. And 
dragging people through. Like yoruself, for example." He takes a deep 
breath. "Unfortunately, such is the extent of my knowledge."

That was about as much as Amy knew, too. "Unfortunately, it does seem 
like a one way trip."

Junkyard exclaims, "Science. I can handle that. Oh, yer talkin about 
dimensions... Well I'll be a skoj!"

Junkyard says, "So this is what one of those other dimensions looks 
like! I knew it would be something like this... so... so.. CLEAN."

Junkyard utters that last word with something approaching disgust.

The Shade looks around, despite himself. "Not the first word that comes 
to mind..." he murmurs.

Amy Anderson glances out at the harbor. Clean. Riiight. She nods to the 
Shade.

"Yes it is." Junkyard utters this in a way that suggests if he says it, 
it's true. "You should see Skrajaep. But then, what you'd call it in 
your language would be... Junkyard."

Piotr shakes his head a bit. "Do you have a name, sir?" he decides to 
ask of the large gentleman who seems to think cleanliness is nowhere 
near godliness... He would offer his hand to shake... but would rather 
not be knocked around as a result of a misconstrued gesture...

Rimmer just watchs everything in utter confusion. Per usual. As to the 
Shade's questions and Junkyard's response.... he can only presume 
that's how the Project Infinity thing works.... he doesn't care about 
details himself as he's never been through it but he might talk to 
Abdiel about it a little next time he sees him. Arnie always has plenty 
of questions for the angel. He blinks when Shade goes into a bit more 
detail. Which was roughly what he already sort of knew. Arnie hasn't 
got a particularly good memory. He also edges over towards Amy a bit 
more as he happens to know her and isn't particularly afraid of her 
doing anything amazingly strange, like metas or particularly any person 
in this city that he doesn't know might do. He doesn't know her very 
well, does he? But it doesn't matter as she's one of the Nice 
People<tm>. He's quite wary of Junkyard, especially after ... 
everything. Piotr, he's never met and the Shade... he didn't see what 
the Shade attempted to do to the demons but nonetheless...

"It must be quite a sight..." murmurs the Shade. Still, no point in 
being judgmental...he's seen some odd places in his lifetime.

Junkyard looks at Piotr. He looks at the hand. He grabs it, shakes it 
quickly, and lets go, as if he just wants to get it over with. "Yeah, I 
gotta name. But I don't think it's much use here. I have a feeling it 
ain't gonna command the same respect it should. Especially not in some 
OTHER dimension." He spits the last words out.

Amy Anderson smiles. "So what would you like us to call you?" she asks 
frankly.

Junkyard says, "Considering it's probably the last trace of home I'll 
ever have... call me Junkyard."

Piotr gets jerked slightly by the unexpected shake... almost tempted to 
armor up as an instinctual reaction to the movement... but he manages 
to stop himself. As Amy gives him the question he had next planned to 
ask... he decides he should probably take the cue from the curly-haired 
man and remain silent as well... the man in black and this girl seem to 
be quite talkative enough...

The Shade smiles, at this. "Junkyard...well, I've certainly heard worse 
names." He, too, extends a hand, and says, "I am, as I may have 
mentioned, called the Shade."

Junkyard takes the hand, and seems to "get through with it" a little 
slower. "Int'restin naming scheme ya got. Got one question."

The Shade nods. "I shall try to answer as best I can, sir."

Amy Anderson won't comment on his chosen name... but then he was an 
outsider, and it was his choice. She nods at the Shade's comment and 
affirms it as well by saying, "Ask away."

Junkyard looks like he's beginning to tense up. "How d'you people get 
rid of your trash? I mean, do you keep it in this dimension?"

The Shade squints. This was clearly not a question he was expecting. 
"Of course. Where else would we put it?"

Strange question to ask. "Trash storage is a bit of a problem on this 
world as well, although we've recently been pushing to have most items 
recycled so that we can use them again without having to deal with 
additional waste. We normally have landfills or dumps that handle the 
waste." She didn't know much beyond that.

Rimmer remains quiet because doesn't know what to ask. Besides... this 
guy named Junkyard has yet to do anything to prove to Arnie that Arnie 
should get particularly chatty... Besides, Arnie rarely talks unless 
someone is talking to him.... it's rare he openly starts a conversation 
and that's with people he's reasonably attached to or knows somewhat. 
Or... just something. He doesn't offer his hand for shaking, they're 
both still in his pockets, but he finally follows the Shade's example 
and at least gives his name, which is something. "I'm Arnold Rimmer." 
It's mostly out of politeness... he looks up at the sky and watchs the 
sun slowly set in another brilliant display of colors. The sunrise this 
morning was nicer but at least this has some very lovely oranges and 
yellows.... a faint tinge of red, possibly. The whole sky over the 
harbor is livid with it. It makes the skyline of the city rooftops 
appear stark but surprisingly nice against it.

Junkyard seems to relax visibly at this. He then surveys the city. 
"This place might not be so bad. I could get used to it. Doesn't smell 
right, but I can handle that. I kin handle anything."

Junkyard looks at Rimmer. He then looks at everyone else. He gets a 
strange smile on his face. He seems to be thinking. You can even hear a 
bit of muttering: "Nothing like... last five minutes on... not much 
call fer c'llectors, 'm guessin'... but then, if this is all..."

The Shade smiles. "I'm glad to hear it. You'll need substantial coping 
skills around these parts." He frowns suddenly, and looks at a pocket-
watch. "Oh dear. I've an appointment to get to...terribly sorry to dash 
off like this. Farewell, and good luck to you, sir." He turns, and 
walks off into the night.

Junkyard seems to be looking very pleased with himself. "See you 
around." He says this with a certain glee. He looks towards BH. "Pretty 
fancy settl'ment ya got there. Considerin. Whatchya call it?"

Amy Anderson steps aside to let the Shade go by, then turns her 
attention back to Junkyard. "It will take some getting used to," she 
admits, "but you'll be surprised how quickly you can adjust." She 
smiles. "It's nice to meet you, Junkyard. I'm Amy."

Amy Anderson considers what he means. "This city? It's Beacon Harbor."

Junkyard looks at Amy. He looks again. His smile goes up a few notches. 
"Hiya, Amy. Beacon Harbor eh? Pretty orderly lookin... not much goin' 
on? Pretty peaceful?"

Amy Anderson giggles. "At times, yes. Then again, there are just as 
many where it's not so calm... especially at night."

Junkyard says, "Ah, but there ARE times when it's peaceful. Perfect... 
er, I mean, how nice."

Junkyard's tone of voice is starting to make you a little 
uncomfortable. He seems a little too happy for someone who has just 
lost their home.

Junkyard leans in closer. "Tell me, what do you use for currency around 
here? I mean, I'm going to have to settle in, you know, and by the look 
of it my old job ain't gonna do... Whatsit look like? Where ya keep 
it?"

Rimmer frowns a little at Junkyard's reaction to Amy.... he would have 
said something but Amy got there first. And Junkyard already made 
Arnold uncomfortable... this new fellow is just too different for him 
to react well to... and then, as usual, Arnie trusts no one until he's 
given a reason to.

"Well, we use paper money, mostly. Coins are small currency, usually." 
She pulls out a dollar and shows it to him. "See?"

There's a commotion from the docks as a large white goose comes running 
towards the water, making quite a racket honking and hissing. Blake is 
close on its heels, and he's yelling too: "Get out of here, you 
schtupid--!" The goose takes flight and flaps noisily away over 
everyone's heads, heading out to sea. Blake puts on the brakes at the 
edge of the docks and sees everyone standing down there at the water's 
edge. He frowns and jogs over. "What on Earth are you guysch doing?" he 
asks curiously. "I think the tide'sch coming in."

Junkyard doesn't seem to notice the newcomer. He's too wrapped up in 
his own thoughts. "Thank you... you don't know how much you've helped." 
Something about his demeanor is really unsettling.

Amy Anderson looks up and immediately waves. "Blake!" She glances down 
at his comment. The water was a bit too close for comfort, and if the 
tide was coming in, her feet would be soaked in the next ten minutes. 
Best to move back. She takes a few steps away. While Junkyard is 
certainly erratic in his behavior, Amy tries not to let it bother her. 
He seems nice enough, even with tha strange glint in his eyes.

Rimmer looks up when he sees and hears the unhappy goose... then sees 
Blake and isn't quite as surprised. He waits until Blake gets closer, 
waves a little, and then when Blake's within reasonable speaking 
without yelling distance, "The man in the freaky get-up fell from the 
sky a little while ago and crashed through a dock. I'll let him 
introduce himself, though..." How kind of Arnie.... heh.

Junkyard looks at BH again, and shakes his head, as if in disbelief. 
"Can't believe this sort of thing really exists." he says to himself. 
"Totally open. Can't see a single fight. I thought the other dimensions 
were supposed to be... man, talk about a blessing in disguise. This 
even tops-"

Junkyard is interrupted in his ruminations by the arrival of a wild 
goose chase. His head snaps up. "Eh?"

Piotr has stood back silently to just absorb everything... letting the 
others do the talking... picking up everyone's names... seeing how long 
he can remain in the background without being really noticed. Something 
about this alien is unnerving... and something about this Blake 
character is just plain disturbing. He feels the need to stick around, 
just in case something goes haywire here....

Blake blinks at the indicated person, and offers him a friendly wave. 
He then leans a bit towards Amy. "Who's George of the Junkyard?" he 
whispers.

Amy Anderson whispers back, "New arrival. And you've already learned 
his name." She smiles, then leans away from Blake. "Junkyard, this is a 
friend of mine. Blake, meet Junkyard."

Rimmer looks at Junkyard, "Ohhh.. there are fights. They're just aren't 
any right now." He finds 
Junkyard unnerving as well though he's covering most of it up with an 
attempt at disinterest...

Junkyard eyes Blake warily. He extends his hand, with a muttering of 
"guess this is the form of greeting. Weird... they speak Yonan and use 
Grosdan mannerisms."

Blake nods at Junkyard in that same friendly manner, then leans back 
towards Amy. "Isch he juscht learning to rollerblade or schomething? 
I've scheen people fall off the docsch that way before."

Piotr stands a decent distance away, still easily within view and 
earshot... calmly observing. Silently hoping he's not going to be 
forced to fight this Junkyard character... clenching his fists 
nervously.

Junkyard's wariness turns to another smile. "Can't believe this." he 
says under his breath. "If everyone here's like this..."

Amy Anderson giggles and whispers, "No, he fell *through* the dock. 
Doesn't seem to have a scratch on him, either."

Blake glances up. Oh yeah, there's a hole. He looks back at Junkyard. 
"You schould shue the city," he tells him. "I'll bet you could make big 
bucks. Juscht claim the wood waschn't up to code."

Rimmer whispers, having listened to the whispering possibly before now 
since he at least at some point was very close to Amy earlier, "I 
thought I already said... he fell from the sky."

Junkyard continues to look around him, smiling. You begin to realize 
what's wrong. When a hyena pack spots an injured animal that is 
obviously not going to put up any sort of fight, this is the smile they 
have. But... nah, just your imagination. He turns to Blake. "Sue it? 
What the divosk is that? And what's wood?"

Rimmer is perfectly anti-social for the most part... and Piotr happens 
to be playing 'silent watch dog' right now.... One must hope Junkyard 
means if everyone is like Amy, Blake, or the Shade who at least 
acted/are acting relatively friendly....

Amy Anderson whispers back to Rimmer, "You did, I was just pointing out 
it wasn't a rollerbl-" she begins, but stops. She realized that it 
probably looked a bit odd when they were all leaning towards each other 
and whispering. "Wood? It's what you hit before you hit the water." He 
didn't know what *wood* was?

Piotr starts to eye Junkyard warily... he's seen a look like this 
before... spent a bit too much time with scruffy woodland creatures 
like Wolverine not to recognize this. It's been AGES since he's been 
called upon to do any sort of fighting... he hopes he'll be up to the 
task if he's called upon...

Junkyard looks towards the hole he made. "Weird. Looks like overly 
rusted metal beams covered in dirt."

Blake shrugs at Junkyard. "You know--make them give you money. And 
uh..." Did he just ask what wood is? "Well yeah, that schtuff isch 
wood," he says.

Amy Anderson shakes her head. "It's not as strong as a metal beam, 
usually. It's still sturdy, but it breaks more easily than it bends."

Junkyard smiles. "Make them give me money? You call it suing? Strange, 
I thought there was another word for it. Oh well... since I'm actually 
being encouraged to do so, I guess I might as well go ahead!"

Rimmer has noticed that look... ohh has he seen it before... he's seen 
it a million times in his life. He doesn't take his eyes off Junkyard 
out of simple caution at best and then tries to explain wood in a 
rather... odd manner, "It's from a tree.... plants... you rip it apart 
and kill it and put it's dead body into a form you want it to be in."

Junkyard listens to Rimmer intently. "Oh yeah, I'm quite familiar with 
THAT concept."

Junkyard is looking happier and happier.

Blake nods, "Everyone needsch a hobby," he remarks. Although he doesn't 
like the way this guy is acting, he reminds Blake of certain bullies he 
knew as a kid. That look right before they chased him up a tree.

Amy Anderson smiles indulgently. "Oh, Blake was kidding, I'm sure." She 
shoots Blake a bit of a warning glance. "I doubt you could really sue 
the city. The city doesn't even know who you are, yet." What's with 
that cheshire cat grin?

Piotr really hopes somebody explains to this beast the difference 
between suing and stealing... but hears no one volunteer it... he 
swallows a bit, preparing for the worst... wishing he didn't even stop 
by...

Junkyard says, "Trees? Heard legends about those. Totally immobile 
livin things, right? No defenses? Man, if THEY can exist here..."

Junkyard smiles again.

Junkyard stretches a bit. "Well... thank you for all the information. 
I'm sure that this place will soon be just like home to me. JUST like 
home..." He scratches his head a bit... he scratches the area where 
there used to be what might have been a crown...

Rimmer isn't looking particularly happy... and he suddenly glares at 
Junkyard very quickly, replacing the look with sullen apathy and 
general dis-temper within a few moments... he doesn't like how this 
fellow is reacting to the idea of wood and trees, or at least how 
Arnold explained wood and how Junkyard keeps thinking of fighting and 
defences....

Amy Anderson is rather surprised. A world without trees? How on earth 
did he get his oxygen? Perhaps there were other plants... or perhaps 
some other life form did it. "If you don't know what a tree is, then 
perhaps it will take a bit more time to adjust here than I'd thought," 
she muses.

Blake automatically reaches out and takes Amy's wrist to pull her back, 
stepping away from Junkyard. Is the guy psycho or what? As usual he 
hadn't been paying attention--was he always like this or is it just 
now?

Rimmer looks at Amy and says simply, "I don't know about that... he's 
heard of them... sort of." He notices when Blake takes a hold of Amy 
and backs up with Blake even if Amy doesn't follow suit... he was about 
to suggest they go and put a hand on her shoulders in a similar 
gesture, actually.

Junkyard grins at everyone. "So nice to meet you and your new territo- 
er, home. I'm sure I can settle in. I've got a knack for it. You'll be 
seeing me... I'm sure you will."

Amy Anderson admittedly finds this man quite odd, but she doesn't seem 
as wary as everyone else is. Still, those eyes did have that strange, 
rather detached look. As Blake starts to pull her away, she resists, 
not so much because she truly feels safe, but she wonders what he might 
do if everyone starts backing off. She decides to let him pull her 
back. "Yes. Well, do be sure to look around the city, get to know what 
it's like so you'll fit in here." She glances at Blake.

Junkyard turns towards Beacon Harbor. He gets into a crouch. What is he 
doing?

Blake blinks. He whispers to Amy and Rimmer, "What did we juscht do? 
Isch there schomething going on I schould know about?"

Piotr decides to pipe up.... "For your information... there is a 
difference between 'suing the city' and forcing it to give you money... 
Suing involves doing it LEGALLY..." he says... but as the brute 
crouches, he feels his words are lost on him.... and he just sighs...

Junkyard JUMPS. He really JUMPS! Not inches, not feet... stories. His 
incredible leap seems to be carrying him all the way towards the city 
seat! A trail of disconcerting laughter follow his ascent.

The crouch definitely did it. Now Amy's afraid. She backs away a few 
feet, almost unconsciously. As he lunges, she panics and hits the 
ground. When she looks back up, the man is... almost flying through the 
air.

Rimmer smiles back at Junkyard in that is that sort of 'You might think 
that but you're also insane' sort of look and his tone reflects this as 
well though it might be hard to pin-point what is the implied meaning, 
"You won't see me much, I hope..." He then whispers back, "I don't know 
but I'm afraid to find out..." He turns in surprise when he hears Piotr 
speak, having not taken his eyes off of Junkyard even when the man 
crouched, and then stares when the strange fellow leaps over quite a 
number of buildings.

Blake yeeps and stumbles backwards, losing his footing and landing 
painfully on his tailbone on the rocky ground. "Chrischt, what wasch 
that??"

Piotr simply shakes his head, starting to make his way to follow the 
beast... now feeling slightly responsible... and NOT relishing this at 
all... he turns away and starts off... not able to afford a taxi....

Amy Anderson glances at Blake. "He had to be pulled in by Project 
Infinity." There's no doubt in her mind.

You have the strange feeling that you just took a guy who's used to 
smashing through fortresses and showed him what looks like a house made 
out of paper towels.

Blake blinks at Amy, not getting up. "Schould we do anything about it?" 
He's noticed Piotr's departure.

Rimmer turns towards Blake and blinks when he notices Blake is on the 
ground. He offers Blake a hand to help him up, "That... was someone 
who's going to be a huge pain in the arse, I do think. He leapt over 
some buildings and earlier he threw that thing on his head like it was 
nothing at all.. in fact I didn't see it land period."

Amy Anderson nods. "The authorities should definitely keep an eye on 
him." She could think of a dozen others she'd much rather have keep an 
eye on him, really, but none were a phone call away. "I'll phone the 
police." She gets up, grabs her briefcase once more, and heads over to 
the factory nearby, hoping there's a pay phone around the area.

Blake starts after her. "Well heck, *I* have a phone, and I live right 
over there," he calls after her.

And somewhere out over the Atlantic a peeved goose plots its revenge...