theraptorwhisperer | all hell has broken loose

Owen has never really gone along with the InGen model of business. It's one thing to bring dinosaurs back to life and quite another to never socialize them, mix species that shouldn't ever be mixed and treat them like machines when they're really living, breathing animals. He's hand-raised his raptors from eggs and as such, they respect him. Do they like him? Probably not - but they think of him as the Alpha most of the time.

When faced with a T. Rex and raptor hybrid? Not so much. New Alpha, new rules, which is why he's using a storefront as cover to try and get away from an animal he'd once considered a partner and a monster that should never have been created. InGen is still all about protecting its "asset" but Owen is interested in just one thing: getting out alive.

He backs through the broken glass storefront in a vain attempt to find something to use as a weapon. There's little chance of that amongst tumblers and t-shirts but he's going to try his best. As he does, he sees a little closet marked ELECTRICAL.

Hmm. He might be able to improvise something from that, right? Owen yanks it open and stumbles inside, hoping to find something to rig up as a weapon to teach the Indominus a lesson. What he finds, though, isn't a weapon or even an electrical closet; he can't even find so much as a fusebox.

What he does find is what looks like a hotel and he's pretty sure they're way the hell away from the resort properties right now. "Hey! You shouldn't be in here," Owen yells out at someone passing by. "We've got a containment emergency. Dinos on the loose. You're supposed to be evacuated by now."

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"Yes," she replies, having seen it happen to people before, but given that she'd been trapped on an island for much longer than she'd ever intended, being temporarily locked out of a single door doesn't seem that terrible to her, not really. "What happens if you don't get back?"

"A lot of people are going to die," Owen says. He's scowling because he doesn't want to think about that and doesn't want that blood on his hands. He makes his way back toward the door and wrenches it open; it's still a goddamn storage closet.

"Fuck."

"Okay, that's not good," Sarah agrees in her even tone, because she knows that there's very little she can do except back him up. "The good news is that while nobody's really proven it, it does look like time either slows a good deal or stops while we're here. There could still be time."

"If it pauses, I feel less panicked," Owen admits. But if it doesn't and he's fucking off in some hotel when people are dying on the other side of the door, there's not a lot to feel good about there. He's never been the kind of person to back down from a fight and he would rather be the one in danger than to see other people in the same position.

"Have you tested that theory yourself?"

"No," Sarah admits, because while she's been home the once to see John, she'd thought it would be too dangerous to bring Skynet's attention to this place. It kills her, but she knows she has to stay here for now. Just for now. "I should, but I haven't let myself. It's complicated."

"Sounds like," Owen admits. He has no idea what to do with himself now and he's still riled on adrenaline from the fight he didn't get to have. Shit. It's not a comfortable feeling.

"I'm going to have to try again later. I can't just give up on it."

She's somewhat disappointed, given how she's prepared herself for a battle and now she's not getting one. "You probably should mark the doors you've tried," she suggests. "If you're lucky, you get one that switches on its own and you don't have to go anywhere," she says. "Then you don't end up searching up and down."

"Yeah, good idea. I'll mark every one I go through so I have a list and I know what I've checked and what I haven't," Owen agrees. "You sound like you know your way around, maybe you can help me. With two, it'll take less time."

Then again, is she going to know what he's looking for? He just has to trust that.

She's not entirely sure she trusts him just yet, but she also knows that keeping him close at hand is better than letting him stray too far away. She nods, just barely, and figures if nothing else, it will keep her occupied. "You run the risk of ending up somewhere I know," she warns. "Keep that in mind."

"And you run the risk of ending up where I came from," Owen tosses back. "Which I wouldn't wish on anyone unless they've got some serious ordnance and some pretty big balls."

She had seemed pretty gung ho, though, so maybe it's a moot point.

"I've seen dinosaurs before," Sarah replies, without being very afraid at all. "Hunted them, too," she says. "I've figured out how to track and stay out of their way." It had taken some time, but she had been careful to always assess the situation. "Have you ever thought of something like a shock collar that incapacitates them if they go over a border?"

"The dinosaurs in the park have that kind of thing," he explained, "But they figured out how to dig out their trackers and remove their collars. They're smarter than we humans give them credit for, that's for damn sure."

"Sounds like another threat I know," she deadpans, given that it's starting to sound a bit dangerously like Skynet. She stands at attention, next to the door they're at. "Look, you can find me on the fourth floor. That room I took you to. If you ever find a way back and need a hand, you can call on me."

"Will do. You'll be my first call." Owen pauses for a beat and then adds something else, something a little spontaneous.

"And I'd like to take you out for a drink, too, if that's your thing? Just as thanks for the welcome wagon."

"Maybe," is all she says, a touch terse, but it has nothing to do with him. It's more that she's still not sure how to navigate human connection like this and not put him in danger. "How about we save it until after you make sure everyone is safe?"

"Well, obviously," Owen says, taken a little aback by that. "I'm not going to fuck off when there's people in danger. But afterward at a celebratory thing? Yes. I'd like to."

She gives a firm nod. "Sure," she agrees. "When this is all done and put to rest, we'll have a drink." She doesn't see the harm and if he is as useful in the field as she's hoping, it would be good to strike up an alliance. "Until then, good luck finding the right door."

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