Time and Location: A shabby landing strip a few hours from Isla Nublar, early afternoon

Name: Owen Grady | Mentions: -- Open --

A vaguely supressed sigh was the only sound Owen Grady presently seemed fit to make, and if not for the occasional rise and fall of his chest after such a sound had long subsided? One might've thought him dead at first glance. Certainly he felt as much, sweating into the back seats of the plane while he nursed a particularly persistent headache and groaned into the early afternoon. A little hungover, perhaps, but adjusting.

Sure, it might not have been the best idea he'd ever had, but according to Claire he'd never really been full of those to begin with, in any case it was as he'd told her. He liked beer and pool, and while she had rejected his suggestion she simply stay at the bar and join him, effectively leaving, that hadn't meant he had to. Thus, he'd spent the better of this night fully invested in those activities, a choice that likely attributed to his being on the plane and apparent change of heart in the first place; he'd certainly considered his mind made up at the bar, after all. That not even Claire Dearing could convince him to ever step on Nublar again, Blue or no Blue. Not after the first time.

A cynical chuckle sounded from him, the noise in itself so unexpected as he rubbed at his features that he unknowingly startled a stewardess whom said nothing, but shot him a look of concern he could not see. 'Cause he had to hand it to her, she was almost as persistent as his headache. Again, for a second time, she'd convinced him to do the exact opposite of what he intended to do and instead do the thing she needed. Hungover, perhaps, but he was certainly still here, wasn't he? His bags packed and stored, dressed suitably for the task at hand, having helped organise a few things for the trip and assisted in readying the plane a good half-hour before he boarded. Ironically, for someone so against going, the first to arrive.

Of course, he had yet to place exactly why he'd undergone such a sudden change of heart, so known for his 'stubborn' nature, it wasn't exactly a common occurrence. Deny it as he would, he could not quite feign carelessness for the raptor he had more or less raised, the raptor who'd looked upon him just as she would any other of her sisters. Who looked to him for direction. He cared for Blue, 'cause Blue was family, and certainly she had once viewed him as such. And Claire...Well, Dearing was another piece of the puzzle he couldn't quite place. They didn't work together, past experiences were more than record of that, they were totally different and incompatible when it came to making compromises, because 'compromise' alone meant different things for the both of them. And yet...

And yet, here he was, because she'd asked him to be. Just like the first time. As his hands moved to press lightly against his temples, it was with such thoughts buzzing around the mind he decided he'd simply stop thinking altogether, thoughts like that made his headache considerably worse. "Clearly I'm outta my damn mind..." Murmured he tiredly, perhaps glad he was the first to arrive after all. There'd be others soon enough, he supposed, already the shabby, sun-bleached airstrip was a good deal busier than it had been half an hour before as people further prepped for the flight ahead.

Time and Location: Mercenary Camp, Isla Nublar, early afternoon

Name: Ken Wheatley | Mentions: -- Open --

"And everything'll be ready by the time they arrive?"
"Yes sir. The restraints for the raptor are being prepped, Carson's measurements were off, but the alterations are being applied as we speak."
"Well then you tell Carson that he'd better thank whoever saved his ass with those alterations, and if he screws up again, I'll be feeding him to some of the local residents, Webber..."

Chris Webber, merely shifted from foot to foot in response. Wheatley's words were serious and solemn, though his expression was an amused, if not pleasant grin. It was rather impossible to tell whether or not the man was joking, but Webber...Certainly didn't think so. "Sir..." Came the firm murmur as he dipped his head slightly before taking his exit, likely to go and do just that.

Wheatley, on the other hand, merely reclined further into his chair and watched as the smoke of his cigarette rose in the thin circles his lips had shaped. Shaded in the tent that was vastly larger than the others that lay dotted around the port in no particular formation, when it came to the schedule of one Eli mills, Wheatley was more a man of his own 'Schedule'. While his list made no mention of them, in the time it had taken to set up camp around the port, a number of other species had been spotted and he'd be damned if he'd waste a hunting opportunity staring him in the face. Eli Mills had his schedule, according to it they were to leave after they'd gotten the Raptor, but...One day more surely couldn't hurt.

Hell, maybe he'd even capture a couple of the unlisted once he'd had his fun, maybe add to the bonus he was already promised. His eyes moved to the vast array of faces that stared back at him from the paperwork sprawled upon his desk, and truth be told? He didn't think much of the self-made 'Dinosaur Protection Group', the DPG, as they called themselves. They were a capable lot on paper, sure, but a threat to the operation? He seriously doubted it. He had the guns, the numbers, and their way off the island. So even if they did find out the real works of this operation and didn't like it, assuming they survived their stay, they'd just learn to live with it.

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Name: Claire Dearing | Mentions: Owen Grady

The sight of a small plane sitting in the airfield brought an uneasy feeling to Claire's stomach. It wasn't the fear of flying that made her feel so, it was knowing what she did about the Island. Those accompanying her were either yet to set foot on the island for the first time, or blinded by some form of empathy, as she had been.

Dressed in considerably more appropriate attire than her last venture, Claire was more or less prepared for whatever state Isla Nublar had fallen into. Her red hair was tied back into a ponytail, for convenience's sake. It was a lot warmer on the airfield than Claire had anticipated, leading her to have some concern about what the island would be like. However, this wasn't meant to be a holiday, nor was she planning it to be. Claire shifted her shoulder, allowing her backpack to slide down to where she could grab its strap. She seemed to be one of the first there, which was barely a surprise. She made her way over to the plane, stepping inside and sitting in one of the seats towards the front. From what she could tell, it really was empty. A small group of people were gathered outside, Claire didn't exactly feel pulled to go aid them in their preparations. How could she really contribute? She'd be more help once on the island. At least, Claire hoped so.

The seat Claire had chosen creaked slightly with every movement; despite believing she was the only one in the aircraft, it still made her very conscious about any and all of her moves. She drew a shaky breath, it would be better to collect herself now before everybody else was there. Being one of the most experienced with this damned park, Claire would have to act confident and calm once there. She shut her eyes, her breathing becoming increasingly frantic. She had been biting down on her lip but could now taste blood. With a huff, she pulled her backpack up to her knees. Though irritating, anything was welcome as a distraction. Claire wiped her finger across her lip, taking out a lipbalm from the bag. As she rummaged through, she pulled out a small compact mirror. Looking to the reflection, the mirror tilted slightly. Claire's expression changed to one of confusion. She turned her wrist to the slide, catching a glimpse of what looked like somebody in the back. With the skittish reflexes of a feline, Claire jumped to her feet. She made her way to the back, heavy breathing seemed to confirm her suspicion of there being a person already in the plane. Embarrassment was pushed away by curiosity but then replaced by a mix of relief and excitement as she recognised him.

"Owen?" Claire stood looking down upon the backseats. Not only was she surprised that The Owen Grady who had previously rejected her offer to join them on this expedition was there, but that she had failed to realise somebody was already in the aircraft. Claire was usually a very observant person and yet, he had managed to evade her by doing absolutely nothing at all. She could barely think of anything to say, and so she stood there with her lips parted and her brows knit into a accusatory expression. "You know, a normal person would actually tell me they changed their mind." There it was, the snarky remark. It was familiar and a little reminiscent to Claire. "How did you even get them to let you on the plane?"

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Name: Owen Grady | Mentions: Claire Dearing

While he had initially paid little mind to the sudden noise that signified he was no longer aboard the plane alone, he'd mistaken such to be an irritable stewardess, too tired to have actually bothered to check. The same applied to the other scenario, he supposed, because introductions could always wait till later. Features shaping into a mild frown at the huff he heard, inevitably he let it go, 'cause he supposed he'd be irritated to find someone crashing at the back of the plane while they were still prepping to go and awaiting arrivals too. Still, it might've stung a little to realise they'd think of him as someone who'd actively opt out of the work, he'd been sure to help where he could, and though it was true he was the sort to 'opt out' depending on what the work was, it didn't make the passing thought much better. Nonetheless, they'd either leave or settle depending on which of the two scenarios he was in, and he'd be left to his peace.

Or so he'd thought.

"Owen?"

The groan was barely supressed as who exactly he was in the presence of dawned on him, the inaudible murmur of 'Jesus Christ' mildly huffed under his breath before he eventually rose from where he lay, casually rubbing his features as he readjusted to the world of the living, and feigned an exaggerated grin at her familiar snark. Claire Dearing. Had he honestly expected his luck to play out better?

"-And here I thought that you said I was invited." Came the mockingly wounded murmur in retort to the remark in question, features briefly having flickered from exaggerated grin to an expression of hurt that better reflected the injured façade before he dropped such altogether in favour of looking her up and down, fateful grin having returned as his gaze lingered upon her shoes in particular, unable to resist retaliating against her remark. "Well I'll be damned, you're wearing actual shoes this time! You're actually dressed to deal with this incredibly dangerous thing we're doing!" His teasing tone radiated obnoxious pride, though unlike Claire, he was unable to stick the landing, failing to supress his laughter. He had realised what it was they were out to do, that it had not dawned on him then, but now. On the plane, and owed it all, to a pair of shoes.

Outta his damned mind indeed. "I helped out and got here early, which was a surprise actually because I figured you'd beat me to it, but I also figured you'd be happier to see me. Y'know. Because I showed up? I guess I can be wrong twice..." His hands lifted to have pointedly gestured in a 'ta-da!' like fashion, and while he had thought to mention he'd rather have surprised her, he eventually thought better of it. Either she had hated that he didn't surprise her enough during their relationship, or she hated that he had because she hated surprises, frankly he couldn't recall which.

"It was a last minute thing. I didn't know I'd changed my mind till I showed up here, and by then it felt a little late..."

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Name: Julian Avant | Mentions: None

Julian almost didn't decide to go. He didn't really trust that people could suddenly decide out of the kindness of their heart and out of their own pocket to save dinosaurs that the government had deemed unworthy of saving. But after a restless night of mulling the conversation on the phone over in his mind he had finally made up his mind. He wanted to see the dinosaurs again and figured if a shit storm was gonna happen that he would want to be there.
The thirty seven year old stepped out onto the landing strip and looked at he charter plan that was going to be taking them to the island and instantly regretted his decision to come. That thing didn't look for to carry one person let alone multiple, but he quickly swallowed his apprehension toward the machine and walked forward.
He was dressed simply in a pair of dark cargo shorts and a short light blue button up. His hair was tied into a bun at the base of his skull. His thick that covered his arms and legs were almost pale against dark skin, and whie they once had been a object of him being self conscious about, he couldn't care less now. They were as much part of him as the color of his eyes or the length of his hair at this point.
Julian wasn't sure who was going to be there or if it would be anyone that he knew in the first place. He knew that a couple of people from the DPG would be there, but the man over the phone hadn't really been forthcoming with any names. But Julian supposed that it didnt really matter now; he was here and he wasn't going to back off if he saw someone that he didn't get along with or someone he didn't know.
The long haired man boarded the plane and allowed brown eyes to glaze over the faces there. He was surprised to see Claire there, but even more so to see Owen there. Where was Barry? He knew that the man had been attacked and almost killed by Blue years ago but last he had heard the man had still been running around alive and well. Julian gave a small sigh, he was half tempted to greet Owen but he doubted that the man remembered him. It wasn't like they worked closely, Owen worked with the raptors that the park planned on showing. Julian was tasked with caring for the ones that they didn't know what to do with. The "rejects". The animals who didn't look a specific way or wasn't as aggressive or intelligent. The whole process had really bothered Julian but in the end he had been able to work with so many amazing animals.
Claire he was sure would recognize him, she had been his boss after all, but he wasn't sure how he felt about talking to the woman. Last time they had had any sort of interaction he hadn't exactly been the kindest. Something about her being a cold hearted bitch who only cared about profit? He wasn't proud if wh he had said to the man but at the time he had meant every word before he had taken the first ship off the island with his letter of resignation tossed at her feet. Once he found out that his raptors along with other rejected dinosaurs were basically being dumped off to die or just being killed his temper had definitely gotten the best of him that was for sure.

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Name: Lena Wilmarth - Mentions: None

Strawberry-blonde hair blew in the breeze as Lena walked towards the landing strip. Her heart was pounding, but her face showed no signs of fear or concern. It had taken a great amount of convincing for her to get up and go back to the island, and she still wasn't sure how she felt about the dinosaur debate.

She crawled into the plane in the most quiet manner possible; the light-skinned woman had no desire to draw any attention to herself. Upon entering, she spotted Claire Dearing, to whom she was no stranger. Straightening her red overshirt and cream shorts, Lena sat, keeping to herself and ignoring any exchange between the other passengers.

Lena was somewhat suprised to see Owen Grady, who she'd never actually met before. Sure, she'd seen his research with the Velociraptors, as every other worker in the park had. However, her expertise was a lot...safer? The blonde woman shook her head, reminding herself that even the herbivores could be dangerous.

Miss Wilmarth's thoughts drifted to the last time she laid eyes on Isla Nublar. She was helping to evacuate a fair amount of injured tourists to the next ferry, so they could be taken back to their homes and given proper medical attention. It was then that a lone Triceratops wandered into the main building, frightening the already traumatized group. She uttered calming words of assurance, but she couldn't remember exactly what she said. The veternary assistant wa sso transfixed on the dinosaur that she hadn't heard the orders issued to her, and had nearly gotten into trouble before she came back to reality. "Come, follow me," she told the tourists, and most of them listened out of fear rather than out of respect. She hadn't wanted to leave the island so soon, she thought it important that she stayed to help the next group, yet she was ushered onto the next boat and didn't object.

After everything that happened, Lena had no desire to go back to veterinary work just yet. Instead she worked an office job, which, although it wasn't ideal, brought in good money. She was able to secure an apartment in California, not far from some of the other workers of Jurassic Park.

The realization that she'd soon be back on Isla Nublar gripped her heart, but she pushed the feeling away. She could show no fear; it was time to decide how she felt about the terrible animals they released, and where such feelings would place her.

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Name: Zia Rodriguez / Mentions: all (?)

She was the next one who followed. Not really that nervous or with bad memories in mind did she go on the plane, with a friendly smile on her face. Zia was curious, she couldn't wait to see her first really dinosaur! From near! Her dream would come true!

Quick overlooking the others, with a short hint to Claire to show that she was alright and here obviously, did she search a seat for her self. Naturally near Claire. Also looking for Franklin putted she her black backpack between her legs, started to take off her Sport-Jacket. Now in dark jeans and a yellow/red shirt felt she directly more comfortable... And a little bit was she asking herself what the other people did here. Beside Claire and Franklin was everybody new for her. But also ...

"Uhm Hi. Im Zia Rodriguez. " a short overlook of all followed, still with a nice smile " I'm glad to meet you all. But I never meet any of you people, so... Can I ask what the name of you all is? Just in case I need him to scream it on the Isle.. ." *or we need it on a missing report, a grave or...* quick repressed she that tought. That was nothing what she needed right now, also... Claire was here. She did know the Isle. And ... The Dinos would die if nobody would help them. That was maybe her last and first chance to see a dinosaur alive! (Even if she wanted it to be only the first unharmed encounter of many others following)

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Name: Claire Dearing | Mentions: All aboard the plane

The only suitable reaction to Owen’s comments was the arms on hips and lips pursed look. Claire’s attention was brought to her footwear but only for a second as she realized Owen’s mocking tone. She rolled her eyes, “If I remember correctly, I wasn’t-“ Claire bit down on her lip, accusing Owen for the events that occurred at the park was too low of a blow, even for her. She changed her tone remarkably quickly. “Hey, I outran a Tyrannosaurus Rex in heels. I’d like to see you try.” Claire moved and leant against the chair beside her, “Seriously though, Owen, I’m really glad you de-“ Cutting herself off yet again, Claire’s hair whipped around as she turned to face the entrance to the plane. Somebody had just boarded, she couldn’t afford to allow somebody seeing her being soft on Owen.

Claire’s bright gaze stared down the short aisle, a man had just boarded and she could’ve sworn that he looked familiar. Claire could only barely remember the names of those coming along, faces were going to cause some trouble with her. Though, it hit her fairly quickly. She grimaced, turning back to face Owen. Mr. Avant had never been her biggest fan; especially after resigning to quickly. Claire could only hope that feelings had calmed since their last encounter. Feeling a little too uncomfortable with returning to the seat she had previously chosen, Claire pushed Owen to the side and took the seat right beside him. The look she shot him should’ve been enough to let him know not to fight her on this.

A few others boarded the plane, Claire recognising a few of them and acknowledging them with nods and/or small smiles. Zia’s usual demeanor seemed to lighten everybody’s moods, if not just Claire. “Well, I suppose you already know me.” She gave a quiet laugh, “but to those who don’t, my name is Claire Dearing.”

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Name: Owen Grady | Mentions: everyone aboard the Plane

Owen could only look somewhat apologetic, if not cautious, at the trademark 'look' Claire offered in response to his words. He had nothing to necessarily be sorry for, but Dearing had a habit of making of making him feel like he did, or at the very least if he wasn't careful, he would be sorry. If he were being honest? That was something he'd definitely rather avoid, as a matter of fact, going toe-to-toe with Blue herself was much more appealing to him than the idea of being on the receiving end of Claire's temper. As he was more or less shoved aside, he couldn't help feel rather affronted.

"Wh-You could've just asked me to move over..." He was defensive, but somewhat playful, or so the half-smile briefly present upon disbelieving features had indicated; a rather dangerous combination given the two distinctly 'Claire Dearing' looks he'd already received. Nonetheless, he shifted accordingly, simply inclined to shake his head before his own attentive gaze shifted to those inhabiting the plane before clearing his throat in a much more confident approach. Sure, it'd been a while, but he was pleased to realise not many faces upon the plane were exactly...Unfamiliar to him. Some were, but others he could at least recall seeing before. He offered only a nod to Julian, whom he remembered well enough to feel perhaps vague regret this'd be the first time in three years he'd spoken to the guy, though all the same he struggled to wonder why such a feeling was present. Besides the raptors, especially with the park having failed, was there anything they'd've discussed over a cold beer? He didn't think so. His eyes shifted to the blonde and the woman now known as Zia, for while the blonde was at least recognised, he knew next to nothing about them.

"-Owen Grady. I trained and conducted behavioural research on the Velociraptors for those that weren't aware. We never really got to the whole showcasing stage, what with the park...Y'know." A cheerful shrug overall.

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Name: Lena Wilmarth - Mentions: All

Lena hesitated for a moment, then realized that everyone was probably wondering who she was. Her cheeks turned bright red as she spoke, "I'm Lena...Lena Wilmarth."

She couldn't help but gaze from one person to the next, wondering if they noticed her fading timidity. Claire seemed to be nice enough, and acknowledged everyone aboard. Mr. Grady didn't appear to worry about first impressions; he looked a tad bit hungover despite his sudden alertness.

Zia was very obviously eager about going to Isla Nublar, and Lena realized how contagious the other woman's personality was. Her introduction made Lena's fear melt away, leaving her excited for the journey that they were all about to experience.

"And I'm very happy to be here," she added, giving a shy grin before focusing on her sleeves. She rolled the right one up, then the left, and made sure they were at the same length. She hadn't noticed until now how wrinkled her shorts were- she muttered a curse under her breath as she fixed them once again.

Once she was left alone to think, her mind began to wander. How many dinosaurs could be left on the island? In spite of the news reports and the like, no one person could be sure. As far as they knew, the carnivorous dinos could be the only ones left. With all the destruction on Isla Nublar, important species of plants could also be dying out, causing a drop in the herbivore population.

At times, it seemed hard to feel sympathy for something that wasn't supposed to be there in the first place. Everyone on this plane knew that the only reason the dinosaurs were stuck on that island was because of the humans that cloned them years ago. And yet, even after going through such chaos at Jurassic Park, there were people who were still willing to save nearly every species on Isla Nublar, harmless or otherwise. Lena wasn't sure that she understood it, but she was here now, and there was no turning back.

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Name: Julian Avant | Mentions: all (ish?)

Julian had been somewhat in his own little world when the woman boarded the plane and asked what everyone's name was. He had caught the little nod from Owen so that told him that the man at least remembered him somewhat, and the look from Claire. Should he apologize for his words and actions the last time he saw her? He didnt really know and decided that it was best if he just let bygones be bygones. If the red headed woman decided it was worth the mention then he would apologize, but for now he would leave it in the past. He had realized after some time alone at home after quitting that it hadnt even really been her but Dr. Wu among others who was even in charge of what happened to the animals. She was just there to run a theme park, even if that theme park had failed on now two occasions along with countless other deaths feom tourists and explorers on the other islands. Hopefully this time they had learned their lesson and had decided to stop playing god with these animals. Though in all honestly he still had his doubts. Give someone an inch and they almost always tried to go a mile in his knowledge.
"Julian, I did the same as Owen.... But with the rejected raptors of the park. The ones who didn't look or act a specific way..." He stated, the words almost coming out as cold. Perhaps on some level he did hold some anger to what he has found out about his group that he had raised. He quickly brushed off the thought and looked down at his hands to pick at his nail even though there was nothing under them in the least; anything to keep his hands busy. Honestly, he needed a smoke, but with the couple of packs he had stashed away with his duffle bag he doubted he would even get the chance, or if it would even be a good idea with so many predators on the island that hunted by scent. It was a bad habit that he had picked up after he had spent too much time on his own in the past three years.
"How long are we going to be on this plane?" he questioned of no one in particular, he just wanted to know. He had always been a bit of a nervous flier and it was only made worse when he had realized just what the charter plane looked like. In his opinion the thing looked ikr it was being held together by sheer will power and duct tape, even if rationally he knew that ist wasn't the case. The plan just looked old and used in reality.

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Name: Owen Grady | Mentions: Julian

While Owen did not flinch towards the perhaps rightfully cold remark Julian saw fit to introduce himself with, his expression was not as comfortable as it had been moments prior in contrast. It wasn't personally directed towards him by any means, he supposed, because he had as much control over the who was assigned to what as Claire did any control over the creation of the park's dinosaurs. Nonetheless, when you considered his phrasing compared to how the vast majority described Blue, it was somewhat blatantly obvious he'd gotten the better end of things. Julian might not've blamed him for it in the same way Hoskins did, but that didn't appear to make him feel much better.

Not that he could do anything about it now, or that he regretted the opportunity he had taken when offered. While he wasn't sure of Julian's attitude towards them, Owen reviewed the raptors as much more than rare opportunity or assets, they were family. His family, and considerably more predictable than any of the people around him. He was neither nervous nor intimidated, if anything he radiated confidence, but those were the simple facts. Regardless of whatever feelings Julian did and didn't harbour towards him, in any case, the least he could do was remain friendly with those aboard. After all, they were going to be delving into incredibly dangerous, likely unpredictable territory, and he'd very much like to believe he could rely on those around him as much as they could rely on him.

"I'm willing to bet it's no more than a few hours, though you can almost guarantee its gonna feel longer. This thing is cramped and stuffy, folks, so I'd get as comfortable as you can..." A snort overall, clearly attempting to make light of the hard facts he might've delivered. For all their efforts to rescue and relocate the dinosaurs out of their own pocket, he figured Government might've splashed out on something that could have comfortably fit them all, or at the very least something with decent AC what with the obvious lack of an open window.

Not that he dared say any of this aloud, tempted as he might've been, Claire had had his head for much less.

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Claire Dearing | Mentions: All aboard the plane

Rolling her eyes was probably the hardest thing for Claire to prevent, instead, she averted her gaze to look over Owen and to the small window. Claire was known for having a lot of control over the park, though she usually had less than what people thought. Claire's attention moved back to Lena's introduction, it was a nicer thought than Julian's somewhat accusatory one. "I'm glad you're happy to be here." Her lips curled into a small smile, "We'll see what you'll be saying in a few hours."

Claire leant away from her seat, grabbing her backpack without allowing her ankles to move away from the base of her seat. She moved it to rest between her legs. There was almost nothing she could do to rest her racing heart, Isla Nublar was absolutely terrifying to return to but Claire could not allow anybody to see her nervous. She, perhaps alongside Owen should be the most confident around the dinosaurs and in the park. If anybody saw either of them panicking, who could really be trusted anymore? She could only hope that Owen wouldn't notice from beside her.

Claire's wrist was brought up so she could check her watch. "Everybody should be here soon-ish," She let her arm fall back into the lap. "Then we can get going." Claire forced a smile, wrapping one of her hands over the other.

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Name: Zia Rodriguez | Mention:first all then Julian, Franklin, indirectly then Kelly

She smiled happy as she got all the answers. "I'm happy to meet you all. Hopefull will we have a good work together." A short smile to Lena followed, Zia saw that she was shy "Dont worry, we don't bite." Directly after that did she looked interested to Julian "Rejeted Raptors? How do you mean this? I tought all of them who got agressive got killed. Or the most didnt even hatched. Im still suprised that they even created new raptors after the Jurassic Park incidents..."

As Franklin entered the plane looked she quick to him
"shure, Traffic" but it was warmefull joking. Zia did know him to well. "Franklin dont be worry" this sentence followed after she saw how he reacted "We won't crash in the ocean."

And as Kelly followed did she look now to her , again a new face.
"Uhm Claire sits there" a quick pointing with her left finger followed "Uhm... And whats your name?" A little bit was she suprised. She didnt expected that many people here, but hey. They all had the same goal. And this was first all what did count.

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Name: Tory Blackwell - Mentions: All on plane

Hoisting her duffel bag over her shoulders, Tory stretched her legs as the taxicab that had driven her here sped off, still sore from spending the past day sitting on cramped seats on planes to get to . . . the middle of a deserted airstrip, apparently. And from the looks of things, she'd have to spend at least another hour or two in the air before she could say goodbye to air travel for at least a couple of days. Oh well. Maybe at least she could take a nap while the plane was in flight. Tory had managed to sleep a bit on the flight over here, but rest on a plane was never really that satisfying, and skipping as many time zones as she just had meant that jet lag was already beginning to set in.

Having finished working the kinks out of her muscles as best she could, Tory shouldered her duffel bag and headed towards the plane. It didn't look to be in the best condition, although Tory had seen planes in equally bad shape in the bush that had gotten to where they were going in one piece; the real issue was how come something like this was their transportation to the island in the first place? Apparently whoever was funding this was really strapped for cash. Well, at least if the plane never made it to the island, Tory's job would be done the easy way.

Boarding the plane, Tory walked by the dark-skinned woman leaning in the entryway and began to examine the half-filled rows of seats, looking for a secure place to stow her duffel bag. She didn't want it too far from her either as it not only contained a first aid kit, some emergency rations just in case, but some ultra-strong "tranquilizer darts" she'd had specially made that should be able to put even the largest dinosaur into a permanent slumber. "Hmm." Tory turned the situation over in her mind, then addressed the group at large. "Anyone know which seats haven't been taken yet?"

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