Mix-and-Mingle

[cityship]

After the most recent pod-pop had been completed, Stacy began encouraging the crew towards the Obs Deck. They would be most effective if they were familiar with each other, and as the Jaime Reyes Incident had proved, leaving them to meet whenever they happened to cross paths was not effective.

Anyone who stepped into the Hub would be transported to the Obs Deck, no matter where they had intended to go. Those who had been exploring the City were verbally herded towards the Hub, although the energy tentacles did not make an appearance.

||Please report to the Obs Deck for Crew Introductions.||

The Obs Deck hadn't changed very much since they'd last been there. The creepy sculpture was still present, as were the fleshy couches. However, the couches were arranged in a more obvious circle this time.

Come and meet the new -- and in some cases, weirder -- members of your crew.

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[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

There was a strangely pretty teenage boy with his nose pressed up against one of the windows. Like all Andalites, Ax was claustrophobic, and being squeezed through the tubes of the Hub had been exceedingly uncomfortable.

The emptiness of space outside the windows of the Obs Deck wasn't exactly preferable, but focusing on that allowed him a chance to recenter himself.

[fluffinasuit.livejournal.com]

Not precisely claustrophobic himself, but also definitely not fond of being held with little chance of escape, the Doctor found a great deal of comfort in the stars.

Wandering over to stand by the boy, he stuck his hands in pockets that he'd spent a couple hours convincing his uniform to have. "Makes you wonder where we're going, doesn't it?"

He glanced over and smiled before turning back to the view. "I'm the Doctor, by the way. Resident token alien. Well, resident token alien crew member."

Pause. "Well, I suppose maybe not resident token alien crew member. Maybe just a resident alien crew member. Dunno, haven't talked to everyone yet."

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

It wasn't scent or sound or anything else really sensory about Ax that caught Toxin's attention-it was his hair. From his spot on Pat's shoulder, Toxin lifted his head up and narrowed his eyepatches.

"What?"



Pat rolled his eyes. "I don't think you have a whole lot of room to talk about weirdness."

Ax might notice that he's being talked about-or he just might notice the red goopy thing. It seems to be what gets most people's attention.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

Emptiness? Oh sure, space was empty. That was what made it up--emptiness. But there were things in the emptiness. Planets. Stars. Scratch that--whole galaxies. Colorful swirling vortexes of energy that the ship occasionally passed through.

Jaime practically had his nose pressed to the glass, not far from where Ax was.

The first time he'd been up in space, he hadn't had time to sight-see and had been nearly wetting his bugsuit because the world was ending and the superheroes were expecting him to act like a superhero. Last time he'd been on an alien spaceship, he'd been a little too busy saving the world.

And naked, at points. Pants had been more of a priority.

This time...well, he'd been abducted by aliens, yes, but it was under considerably better circumstances.

"Space," he said. "Is so cool."

Say hello to your second symbiote-ridden person of the night, Ax. Not that you'd know it from looking at him.

[novawatcher.livejournal.com]

Lacaille had been spending an awful lot of time on the obs deck lately--roughly a third, in fact, give or take a few percentage points. Sure, there was a lot to take in here, and she was spending just as much time investigating that, if not more, but the stars were a much-needed comfort to her, blur by though they might.

She'd been lounging on one of the couches when the call came out, and swung her long, spindly legs over the side to pull herself upright, gripping the edge out of habit--a little time under gravity hadn't yet erased the habits created by years without it.

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

A figure in leathery armor steps around the corner, and he pauses as he sees her.

"Ah. You must be one of our fellow crew pressed into service."

[speedolight.livejournal.com]

"Before we start anything I'd like to make known the fact that the food here sucks!" Wally said after he had sped into the Obs Deck.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"There's also a really obnoxious AI in the building with all the statues," Paco added. He'd come up without too much prompting in the hopes that Brenda had scratched her way out of her pod -- where ever it was -- and would kill him less if she didn't have to hunt him down. "Not this room, but the one down where all the buildings are. Can we vote him off the ship?"

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, had C-ration cream of wheat that was even worse," Nathan remarked idly, and eyeing the way the man sped into the room.

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

Pat frowned as he found himself in the Obs Deck again-he wasn't too fond of it. The combination of creepiness and the view didn't sit well with him.

Toxin, meanwhile, stuck his head out and peered around curiously, flicking a few tendrils idly.

Pat gave the tendrils a glance and warned, "Don't try to poke anybody," before going back to watching the rest of the obs deck.

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

Fresh from the 'clothing room,' Lyta stepped onto what was described to her as the Observation Deck just as the announcement from the being known as 'Stacy' echoed throughout the ship. Moments later, person after person appeared--whisked away through the hub--on the deck. While there were those that were obviously human, there were others--a slight minority--that were blatantly alien.

Lowering her walls a bit, Lyta allowed the stray thoughts of the new arrivals to flow into her mind. It was the least invasive scan a telepath could perform since it didn't actually involve entering someone else's mind. Stray thoughts reverberated out from the brain like sound waves that any telepath in the area could pick up, like walking into a crowded room full of people talking. Some sounds were soft and barely able to pick up, like whispers. Others, however, were so loud that it was next to impossible to not hear them, as if the individual were shouting at the top of their minds.

Sighing, Lyta began to move around the room, picking up the random thoughts of the 'new' arrivals--at least they were 'new' to her anyway--when she caught something odd. She stopped dead in her tracks as she passed Pat and cocked her head in curiosity. Standing to the side of him, she hadn't yet caught sight of the being sticking out from his other shoulder.

"Did you know that you have an alien inside of you?" she said bluntly.

[cursed-chimera.livejournal.com]

Zelgadis had not intended to end up here. Perhaps he was feeling obstinate, but he didn't feel like being ordered about by a disembodied voice. His intention had to keep searching for others, yes, but being dropped into the midst of a bunch of strangers was not his idea of a good time. It'd have been better to try and find people singly, to try and gauge the situation..

Except that when he tried to go back to the pod caverns to retrace his steps, he ended up dumped right out here, wherever here was. It wasn't a place he'd gotten to see before. Then again, he hadn't been free on the ship for that long, and it was massive. It was going to take forever to map this place out.

His first impulse was to try and climb right back into the transference device, though he had the feeling that such a thing was pointless. It was with a feeling of utter defeat that he stepped out, peering at the others from the corners of his eyes. For a moment he simply hung back, perhaps hoping nobody would even catch a glimpse of him, until he realized what he was looking at.

No, not the statue, or the couches, but windows beyond. The chimera found himself drawn towards one, fascinated and horrified all in one. "This.. is this the sea of chaos?" Yup. He was talking to himself now.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"Ginnungagap," Wednesday murmurs from a bit behind Zelgadis. 'The earth was without form and void, and darkness was upon the face of the deep,' to quote. It's impressive to look at, isn't it?"

[daaayum.livejournal.com]

"HOLY CRAP!"

Yeah, that was at him.

Sorry, Zelgadis, but you kinda look like lots of nasty thingies she's killed. One of the perils of coming from a fantasy sorta world.

Leela reached to her back for her sheathed weapon, but something stopped her from pulling it out. Mainly the fact that she wasn't BORN in the world she'd come from, she'd watched a lot of sci fi and fantasy, and they were on a spaceship. Funny-looking people didn't necessarily mean they were goblins and whatnot and while odd-looking, he wasn't as fugly as some of the nastier things she'd come across.

Also, there was a talking velociraptor right over there. That helped hammer the point home that there were weird people here.

Still, that left her frozen in a sort of "Kill it? Don't kill it? Maim it?" gesture.

Make your move, Zelgadis.

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

Terry was sure he wasn't dreaming now. The suit had been the deciding factor. A bit like pinching one's self, he had felt the tendrils, felt the strange fabric. The revelation had been accompanied by curiosity, wonder, and no end of panic. He had no idea where he was, and this thing, this living plant thing had his Bat gear.

He'd followed the voice's directions, though. He wasn't dead, but he felt a bit like a prisoner. Sort of like hostages at any bank job, he thought, 'do what I say and you won't be hurt'.

As he walked he barely looked at the city. But when he reached the Obs Deck, he saw two things that mentally floored him. First, the statue, looking and creepy. And second, all the people. His jaw dropped, and he just stood there, staring.

"Shway...."

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"Shwhat?" a very short Latino teenager asked, amused.

Weird word. Didn't translate.

Funny thing--unlike most of the people, he had normal clothes, and the bright blue shirt and faded jeans stuck out amongst all the planty greens.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan had been around the city, but he came in when the announcement was placed. The statue caught his attention briefly, and like hell he was going to sit on those ugly creepy couches.

But the window....

"My God.... where the hell are we?"

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Not quite hell, but it's a helluva sight, isn't it?" said the blonde woman, wearing the jumpsuit like everyone else. A badge was hooked to her belt, however, and a handgun was holstered at her side.

"We're on a spaceship. Abducted. All of us."

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor and Murphy had been vaguely making their way to Obs at the insistence of Stacy, and, finally arriving, Connor voiced his opinions on their adventures thus far.

"This place is fuckin' weird!"

[fromtheraw.livejournal.com]

"My sentiments exactly," Leni groused. This was not where she'd asked to go when she'd gone to the Hub, she didn't appreciate being jerked around, the statuary was weirding her the hell out, and she didn't even have her damn camera.

All in all, she was in a bit of a state.

"All the organic stuff, fine, but is that really necessary?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate came up from the Sensoriums again, and was trying to ignore the sculpture. Easier to focus on the new arrivals instead. Some more humans, and others who weren't. Maybe. Could be mutants, could be aliens, could be something else all together.

She was just going to hang back and observe things as she shifted her bow on her back.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"Hey Kate," Paco waved and hefted the stick that had been sitting on the floor next to him. "I found my alien-hitting stick."

It looked like something someone had picked up off the ground during a fight; mostly because well, it was.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

"Hail, hail the gang's all here. Oh wait, new gang? Or recruits?"

He totally wasn't late. Nope, not at all, and he will utterly deny it to everybody including Stacey, even if he was berated to move it to the Obs deck on the double.

God help him, he's almost finding that sexy of the ship. ....*Almost*.

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

Ax drifted away from the window -- and the uncomfortable silence from his conversation with the Doctor -- and began perusing the rest of the room. One of the other "crew" members caught his attention, the dark-haired man with the eye-patch. He looked a little familiar, although Ax wasn't certain from where. The presense of the eye-patch possibly indicated a Controller who had come up against the wrong side of Tobias' talons.

He vowed to keep a close watch on the man. He couldn't be too careful.

[lieutenantkara.livejournal.com]

Kara ambled back to the Obs Deck, folding her arms and leaning against a far wall with a mild scowl. More misdirection, more mystery, never a straight answer to be found. She didn't like anything about this situation, and she was dreading seeing what kind of crazy robots and aliens and imaginary people the ship had sprung loose now.

She wasn't about to openly defy the ships order's, though...at least not yet. So in the Obs Deck she was, being about as unobtrusive as she could manage, simply watching the others and waiting to see what it had in store for them next.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

Jaime had decided that he was going around to every person that had tried to shoot at him--and that he'd terrified--to make nice and clear the air.

"Uh. Hi."

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

Vincent strode in as well, curious to see if there were any more 'natives' of his own universal cluster that might be released. So far he'd surveyed as much of the crew as possible. He had three primary concerns, outside of the ship itself.

First, and by FAR the greatest concern, was Wednesday. Vincent couldn't imagine why he was humbling himself with such a decrepit form, but he was impossible to ignore.

Second, the blue hispanic. His implanted companion was sufficiently advanced enough science that it nearly qualified as magic.

Third, the symbiote. His father's studies on what the black suit had done to Parker gave Vincent more than enough reason for concern. However, if it could be extracted.... well, the applications there were obvious.

For now, he rested against the wall, surveying the new arrivals.

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

Even without sensors, you tended to notice when somebody was staring at you a lot.

Vincent had done some people-watching. Some of the people watched back.

Jaime, however, was the type to befriend other people when he wasn't sure what their motives were.

"Hey," he said. "I don't think we ever got to introduce ourselves to each other when people weren't shooting lots of guns, so why don't we have a do-over."

He held out a hand. "I'm Jaime."

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

New people were great. New people meant more people that could potentially get them out here, and Jaime was a people person, so he was quietly going around introducing himself to people, even if all they knew was his name.

The Latino teen stood out slightly, being one of the rare few that wore something other than the ship uniform.

"How many newbies do we have?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate walked over to him, and remarked in passing, "Looks like a half dozen? Maybe more?"

[lytaalex.livejournal.com]

Lyta moved through the crowd, feeling an all too familiar sense of loneliness wash over her. Even here, with all these people around her--people she didn't know--she still felt isolated. It was much like being back on Babylon 5. Even over 250,000 people on that giant, floating tin can, Lyta had few people she could ever call real friends. Now here she was, trapped on an--obviously--living spaceship for some unknown reason with a group of people she didn't have the slightest clue about.

She felt a shiver surge through her body. She didn't like this place. Not one bit. Even for being alien, this place was pretty alien.

[beyondgotham.livejournal.com]

"Sure is creepy, isn't it?" Terry said, approaching the woman. Unlike the other people he'd talked to, she had an uneasy look about her. Kind of how he felt.

"Terry McGinnis." He said, holding out a hand. "You new here, too?"

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

Christofel saunters in slowly, taking everything in with wide eyes. He's kind of small and innocent-looking - boyish, with sleek black hair swept halfway over his face. He's wearing the same sort of icky plant-suit as everyone else, but there's a guitar slung over his back.

He lurks near the entrances, expression clearly a bit confused and uncomfortable.