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WHO: Mary McGarrett
WHERE: McGarrett House, The Village
WHEN: November 17 & 20
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: Mentions of death/hallucinations in reference to his arrival.

[McGarrett House - November 17]

It had been just over a month since her arrival and she was still hoping that this place was some sort of bad dream but as the days passed, it was looking less and less likely that was the case. What made this place worse for Mary is there was no electricity or modern technology and it had been a rough adjustment for her. One positive thing was that her brother was here and they had found a house to call their own though living together hadn't been without it's difficulties. Mary had a more laid back way of doing thing than her brother and their argument about appropriate shower times was still in progress.

Since the ice storm had moved in, Mary was considering this place closer to hell. She was permanently cold all of the time and she had cabin fever which was making her fairly miserable. Currently, Mary was curled up in front of the fireplace, trying to stop the constant shivering. She didn't really know too much about keeping a fire but she wanted this one to be bigger so she picked up a log and tossed it on the fire. "This is ridiculous." She muttered to herself, curling up tighter, wrapping her arms around her legs. "I'm going to die of hypothermia!"

[The Village and the Inn - November 20]

Once the weather lessened a bit, Mary couldn't wait to get out of the house. She had nothing in mind other than just getting some fresh air. Mary headed into the village, taking her time as she walked around. Eventually she found herself at the Inn and she went inside just to see who was around.

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Clary was usually found somewhere around the inn.

Today she was sitting at the bar, kicking the back of her heels against the stool. She was wearing winter clothes which meant that she was sporting a pair of jeans and a scarf that she had swiped from the storage closet. It might have been a blanket once but now it was a scarf. She had two daggers at her hip though neither of them had a sheath.

Her head turned when the door to the inn opened and she greeted Mary with a smile. "Hey. How have you been?" She had wondered where the other girl ended up.

Mary gave Clary a smile when she saw her sitting at the bar. She took in her appearance and while she looked bundled up and warm in the winter clothing, she looked fierce with the daggers at her hip.

"Hey!" Mary headed over to her, climbed up onto the stool beside Clary and sat down. If Clary was waiting for someone, she'd leave when the person arrived. "I'm doing as good, I guess. I am not a fan of this weather. Where I'm from, I never had to deal with the cold. How have you been? Keeping warm, I hope?"

Clary wasn't waiting for anyone in particular. She was just... waiting. Maybe after the winter she'd try and learn a new skill to help out around the inn or the village. Clary wasn't very good at anything and her plan to suddenly disappear the way that Isabelle had wasn't panning out.

"It's not so bad. Yet." Her lips tugged into a momentary frown as her head dipped to the side. "It's almost like winter in New York but no very large and very noise snowplows." She missed the sounds of the city. It was so quiet here.

"I haven't left the inn for two days. I need to get to the hot springs but I really don't want to go outside." Despite the fact that she's dressed to go outside. Clary was still in the process of figuring out what to do. Right now she was sitting and that was enough.

Mary also had the plan to disappear. She wanted to go back home but she didn't want to leave her brother here either. Her brother had been intent to show her how to do some basic things like start a fire but Mary was not all that interested to learn. Least not yet, anyways.

"Yet? Don't say that too loud that it's taken as a challenge." Mary gave a small grin, teasing Clary. "The only winters I've known is what I see in tv shows and movies. I mean, it has snowed in Hawaii before but it's nothing like this." She also missed the sounds to the city and the hustle and bustle of it. The quiet that was in this village was deafening.

"I was stuck in a house for the duration of the storm. I guess it could have been worse." Both she and her brother made it out in one piece. The McGarrett siblings adored each other and they'd do anything for the other but being trapped in the closed quarters of their house had given her some cabin fever. "It's not all that bad out there considering. There's a hot springs here?"

Clary laughed and shook her head. "I think that the weather and our captors will do what they want, no matter what I say." Though the idea of jinxing it sent a shiver down her spine. She'd be perfectly content to not have snow this year. "It's cold and inconvenient. There isn't much more to the snow."

She paused. "It's like white fluffy cold hell." Clary didn't hate winter but the cold months were those times that she stayed inside and drank hot chocolate or coffee, both of which she did not have here.

"Yeah. I can show you. The water has some healing properties. If I'm being honest, it's why my hair isn't a complete mess."

"You might if you keep loading the wood on the fire like that," he said as he walked into the room carrying a large pot almost full of water, his intention to place it over the fire and allow it boil for tea and then to make soup. He'd caught a rabbit the day before and it needed to be cooked. Add in some of the vegetables he'd stocked up on and it should last them a couple of days.

Once they had moved into the house, Steve started to gather supplies. In retrospect he should have been more focused on certain things and a bit less in others, but then again he hadn't anticipated an ice storm either. They have wood. Enough to keep the fire lit for a few days, but only if they kept it at a slow and low burn.

"Get up and move around some, that should help warm you up." Steve gave her a brief glare before trying to figure out how to get the pot in the fireplace now with an extra log of wood in there. "There's things you can be doing instead of sitting there complaining. Moving around serves two purposes, keeping you warm and get some of the chores out of the way."

She scowled at her brother as he answered her. "The fire needs to get bigger. It's barely doing anything! It's freezing in here Steve!" She didn't mean to be short with her brother but she was pretty miserable with how cold she felt.

She felt marginally bad that she wasn't helping around the house. Steve had been busy gathering supplies and making sure that they could weather the storm with firewood, water and food and Mary had been spending most of the time complaining. Steve was right that she could be doing more around the house but she wasn't going to admit to it.

She glanced at her brother, returning his glare. "If you haven't noticed Steve, not everyone is a SEAL who can function in any kind of weather! And while I'm dying of hypothermia, you're more worried about chores!" She was being dramatic. "I'm tropical! There is a reason why I haven't left L.A.! It's so I don't have to deal with this crappy weather!" She eyed another log, contemplating tossing it onto the fire. What if this storm never let up? What if they were trapped in the house until spring? What if spring never came?

"This weather will pass right? It can't stay this cold forever?" Mary was trying hard not to panic at the idea of having to deal with the cold for the time that they were stuck here.

"It's not that bad, Mary." Still, he put the pot down by the fire, there was no way it was going to fit without shifting things a bit, and he moved to the other room briefly and came back with his coat, wrapping it around her shoulders. "Here, this should help."

"This weather is likely to last a couple of months, but I arrived at the end of what felt like summer. I expect this part of the world just gets four seasons, instead of our normal of one." Taking up the poker and another fireplace tool, Steve shifted the logs on the fire. He'd set things up earlier for a slow burn, not allowing a lot of airflow under, adjusting that now, the fire started burning brighter as it was feed more oxygen. They'd burn through their wood faster but this would warm the room more too. While there, he set up the tools for the pot and then hung that over the flames. "Careful not to tip the pot. There's enough water in that to put things out and make it so we can't restart anything until it dries out." After a second he pointed at Mary. "Better yet, leave the fire to me. If you need it warmer in here let me know." It wasn't that he didn't trust but... He didn't trust her with this.

Getting a good look at her, really seeing her misery, his shoulders fell and his bad mood dissipated. "Once the water boils we can make some tea with the berries and herbs, and then start making rabbit stew for dinner. Both should help warm you up as well. We'll be okay, Mary. I've been trained for this kind of challenge."

She frowned when Steve told he that this place wasn't that bad. How could he not be as miserable as she is? Though she figured that perhaps that was part of his training as a SEAL, learn to adapt to all situations. Unfortunately for Mary, she was not equipped with such training. "Thanks." She pulled Steve's coat around her, hoping that it would warm her up a bit.

"A couple of months? Great. How do people survive winters? I'd give anything to be back in L.A. right now or even O'ahu. I'll never complain about the heat again." Mary watched as Steve took the poker and shifted the logs on the fire and he set the pot up to boil. When he pointed at her and told her to leave the fire to him, she rolled her eyes. "I may not know how to start a fire Steve but I'm pretty sure I can keep one going. It's not that hard. You're just being a control freak."

Mary looked over at her brother, giving him a weak smile as he told her his plans for food and tea and his promise that they'd be okay. As bad as a mood she was currently in, she was thankful that her brother was here. "If you say so. We're stuck here with no idea where here is or why we're here. And worse of all this place doesn't have electricity or technology. I don't know how we're going to be okay." She watched the fire for a few moments, watching the flames flicker and the wood crack. "Do you think anyone knows you're missing? Could someone be looking for you?"

It wasn't that Steve wasn't miserable, he certainly was, he just didn't feel the need to dwell on how he was feeling. Part of that was SEAL training and part of that was just how he coped - keep busy, keep moving and keep distracted.

Raising an eyebrow, he smiled at his sister. "Some people even enjoy winters. I know, it's a foreign concept to us, but it's true. When I went to school on the East Coast, winter activities were more popular than the summer. Including winter camping." He looked around the room and then pointedly back at her. "Trust me, this is the Hilton compared to that, even without it's electricity and technology."

Fusing with the fire and his pot of water a little bit more, he then turned back to her, giving her a disbelieving look. "If you knew so much about fires, why didn't you know that you just had to create ways for the air to get into it, to make it generate more heat?" Then his voice grew a bit more cranky, he hated being called a control freak - not that he didn't know he was one, but he just couldn't help it. In his mind it was optimal to be quick and efficient. "And, I'm not a control freak, I just know the better way to do things. Do them right and I wouldn't have to fix it."

After another moment of fusing with the fire he shook his head. "You aren't missing, so I'm guessing not. We stayed in better contact after you went home, although not in regards to everything, but still, if you'd have gotten kidnapped again, I think you would have told me about it when you got back. Especially if I was some how there with you. Unless of course they wiped your memories of here, but still we kept in contact more often than you've been here." It was one of those things he couldn't explain. Part of him thought Mary was brainwashed to not remember the previous year, but he couldn't think of a good reason for that either.

"Yeah well, those people are insane." She gave a smile, her body relaxing a bit as the conversation with her brother was distracting her from the cold. When Steve mentioned winter camping, she glared at him. "Don't even think about it Steve! We're already winter camping so don't get any ideas! I'd like to not get frostbite, thanks."

Mary shrugged as Steve questioned her on her knowledge of fire. "But in order for the fire to keep burning, it needs wood so by putting another log on the fire, I kept it going. You're welcome." She didn't know that all she had to do was let more air get at it to generate more heat but she would keep that in mind for the next time she felt like she was freezing to death. "You do realize that there are more than one way to do things right? And just because someone doesn't do it your way doesn't make it wrong." She knew that she was wasting her breath. Being a control freak was ingrained in his personality and it was unlikely that aspect of him would ever change.

Mary was happy to know that she and her brother had kept in better contact since she had returned to the island. "I'm glad to hear that. I know I'm a giant pain in your ass sometimes but I'm glad that we keep in touch. I would have stayed in O'ahu, you know. I only went back to L.A. because you wanted me to." While she didn't like it, Mary knew that he was right. L.A. was safer for her since he didn't know who was really behind her kidnapping and that was an experience that she never wanted to experience again. "This place feels like one bad high."

"Only to you. Did you know that Danny would rather be in Jersey than... What had he called Hawaii...?" Pausing in his action he thinks a moment then grins and snaps his fingers. "Oh yeah, 'A Pineapple Infested Hellhole." Laughing, he shakes his head. "He didn't even like the beach. Kept a postcard of Jersey in the sun-visor even." He missed Danny. A lot. Giving his head another small shake he grins at his sister. "If you know what you're doing, you don't get frostbite. Trust me, Mary, we'll be fine in the house."

"I'm not thanking you. We need to make the wood last until this blows over and we don't know how long that will be. Burning too hot now only means you're going to freeze later." Rolling his eyes, he turned away as she started lecturing him on being a control freak. "Tell you what, you find a better way to do things, you let me know and we'll talk. Until then, we do it my way. Or do you think you know how to avoid that frostbite as well?"

Frowning as he moved over to sit beside her, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close, giving her a light kiss on the temple. "You're not a pain in my ass, Mary. You're my little sister and it's supposedly normal for us to get on each other's nerves. I wished you could have stayed in O'ahu, I liked having you close, but it just wasn't safe." He, and his team, were working to make the islands a safer place but the problem was, the people who his father feared would go after him and Mary twenty years ago were still there. Mary was all he had left and he'd never forgive himself if she got hurt because of what he was doing. He gave her another tight squeeze as he deadpanned out, "I'll have to take your word for it on that one."

Jean-Luc can't deny that the recent ice storm has been inconvenient, to say the least. Which he has a sneaking suspicion was part of the intent, but neither can he entirely rule out the possibility of it simply being something that happens out here. Most likely not something that's all that common, but he hasn't any real idea what the weather patterns in the village look like, and it's hardly as if the Observers have been forthcoming on that front.

Or any front, for that matter.

Still, with the storm past, he figure it's high time that he gets back to what passes for his usual routine here; he's drawing near the fountain when he spots Mary.

"Seeing what things look like, now that the storm is over?"

He is, admittedly, only guessing that she's been around for at least some of the ice storm. But he figures that it's not entirely an unreasonable assumption, and if not that will at least be one thing they can talk about.

Being relatively new here, Mary has really no idea what to expect. Other than her strange arrival here and the fact that her brother was from a point in her future, the somewhat weirdest thing that has happened so far was the ice storm.

Mary sees the man drawing near the fountain and she offers a smile when he speaks to her. "Where I'm from, we don't get snow or cold weather. I have to admit that it's pretty."

Mary walked a little closer to the man. "How long have you been here?" She was curious as she was trying to see if she could gauge just how long she may be stuck here.

"It would be prettier if there were a better way to keep warm while staying inside. But I'll agree that it is still nice. Even despite the fact that we seem to be stuck in the past, technologically speaking."

Very far in the past, even, by his standards. But that's not something that he particularly cares to mention just at the moment. It's enough to suggest that he's used to more technology than is currently present; if she presses further on that topic he'll be glad to explain further and if not he'll gladly leave it be.

"It should be nearing five months since I arrived, at this point. Although I know people who have been here longer than that, even."

Which isn't the least bit comforting, and judging by his expression he's well aware of the fact. But it is still the truth, and he figures he owes her that much at least.

Mary couldn't help but laugh. She had been pretty miserable during the worst of the storm and she had been pretty sure she wasn't going to survive it. It had been her first time experiencing winter weather and she had perhaps been a little over-dramatic about the whole ordeal. She was grateful for her brother being there to help her through it.

"This place definitely needs to get into the 21st century. If I ever get home, I'm never going to take my electricity or cell phone for granted again!"

Mary frowned when the man told her that he had been here for almost five months. While that wasn't a particularly long time, it was long enough for Mary to think that perhaps this place was more permanent than she had originally realized. "And nobody knows why we're here? Or who is responsible for bringing us all here?"

"I'm Mary by the way."

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"At the very least," Picard answers with a nod. By his standards, the 21st century's technology is still thoroughly outdated, but at least it would be better than living in what feels to him like being very much in the dark ages. Not that he's going to directly come out and say that he's from what Mary would see as the future, of course. But it's heavily implied in his words all the same, if she should happen to be able to pick up on it.

"I never quite thought I'd miss something as simple as indoor heating."

To say nothing of the other amenities he's come to take rather for granted.

"No one's entirely sure of why. But the beings responsible are generally referred to as the Observers, although no one's ever managed to speak with them, to the best of my knowledge." There's a pause, and then he continues. "Jean-Luc Picard."

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