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Now, this was just terrific. Kurt had just been awakened in a strange place, had barely gotten dressed, and was still trying to pick odd bits of dried gunk off any bit of visible skin. Luckily, the suit he'd been fashioned with was customized, and it was actually absurdly comfortable, if one could ignore that weird, living pulse.

He was going to try very, very much to forget about it. There were other things to occupy his mind.

First of all, his things, whatever Stacy had deemed appropriate to take with him. Hopefully, his 'watch' was in there. not that he needed to know what time it was, but because it would hide his more startling features. The idea of strangers getting a glimpse of him like this was enough to make his mouth dry. Reactions from people he didn't know were usually pretty unfavorable.

Cautiously, he had stepped out of the lift, looking for the locker room. Everything looked somewhat the same, the halls all having that strange, living texture. Despite his nerves, he didn't dare try to teleport in here yet, lest he get stuck in some other hell-dimension. He was keeping himself as low to the ground as possible, not a problem given his unusual build, and trying to just not draw anybody's attention. Yet.

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"There is always something weirder, I suppose." Alright. Maybe some of the tightness would finally start to ease from his shoulders. There were no waving pitchforks or anything. Yet. "I'm Kurt." No point in shying away from touch right this moment. The 'secret' was more or less out.

The poor fellow seemed cold, though. Perhaps ill. Maybe it was none of his business. "How long have you been here? Wherever here is, really."

"Kurt. Hi. Not very long, maybe a couple of days... it's kind've hard to tell, the only clock I've seen is up on a building in the city level." He smiles a bit - his handshake is quite firm despite his mild appearance.

"It's a ship. Like, spaceship. A really big one."

Right. Well, the place couldn't kill you in just a couple days.. could it? Alright, so he was just a little chilled and a little thin. It didn't make the guy undead or anything. "A city, huh?" Now that was more like it. Now Kurt seemed to perk up. His handshake? Well, it was fuzzy, much like the rest of him.

Though his hopes were somewhat dashed when Chris said the word 'spaceship.' "So it is an alien city? Inside a spaceship?" Oh, was he ever confused. Still, as a child of late-night movies, he was ready to accept this place as utterly out of his world. "Oh, man." Almost a grumble. "What am I doing in outer space?" And he was ready to call some of his team-mates space cases.

"We're supposed to be here for some purpose... not that I've heard what it is." Christofel shrugs. There's certainly something off about him, but he'd still seem quite human to a more thorough look - he breathes, his heart beats, and all of that as normal. (For the time being, at least.)

"There's a city, but there's a lot of other stuff too. It's all layered up - I'd bet anything that most of it doesn't really fit, it's just lifted from different places like all the people are."

"Chosen for something, so on, so forth. This Stacy character plays her cards close to her chest." A pause, then, before he wrinkled his nose. "Figuratively speaking." Disembodied voice and all.

A bunch of random buildings, random people, and none of it made a bit of sense. For a moment, his head and shoulders lowered in a dejected posture. "Right. So, uh, how many people are we talking about? Do you suppose abduction stories are true, or something?" It was enough to make his hair stand on end. All of it.

"Lots. Lots n' lots." He holds his arms broadly apart. "I'd guess... well, at least a few thousand thousand. Probably a lot more than that. I'm pretty sure the pod area's at least as big as the city level and... well, stack people in a big city from end to end, how many does it add up to... "

"Wha-? That many?!" Oh, this was bigger than he thought. Way bigger. Yes, he'd seen the pod room, but still, Kurt didn't consider the numbers. "I wonder how many have been opened? Are they all going to be, at some point?" Like this poor kid knew anything, either.

"Scary." Understatement of the year, there.

"I dunno," Chris says with a shrug. "I don't like the idea of somebody just being able to... take people like this, though." His expression momentarily darkens. "Especially - I'm pretty sure there are some people around, awake right now, that are a lot more than just normal humans."

"It is an awful lot of people to take without warning. I hope there is a good reason.." Though the suddenly stormy look on the Chris' face and the phrasing made him suddenly, well, worried. Aliens were fine, but not superhumans? Or was he talking about something else entirely?

"Well, you are talking to one such type, ja? Is that such a bad thing?" Kurt was on guard again, his wording careful. If worst came to worst? Well, he'd just book it and hope for the best.

Chris has a momentary blank pause, before realizing what Kurt's getting at. "Oh! I mean, like... if whoever's doing this can take people, like... y'know, what limits do they have?" There's something edgingly unpleasant about him, somehow, despite his mild appearance and apologetic tone.

Okay. Kurt could remember to breathe now. He was on edge, jumping to conclusions, but at least it hadn't actually meant anything. This whole experience simply had him rattled.

"I do suppose you have a point. If it is easy for them to take certain superhumans.. Still, I do not recall being taken by force, and pretty much everyone has to sleep sometime." Still, it tickled unpleasantly at the brain. What sort of creature were they really dealing with?

"Well, if you're blue, I'm sure there's someone out there who doesn't need to sleep, but I understand what you mean," Christofel says, his eyes glazing over a little as he thinks about something distant. "The whole thing... well, it's disturbing, for one, to think that this - place - knows me well enough to have halted my illness while in those... things." Well... that would give something of an explanation for his pallid and faintly unpleasant demeanor.

"I think I met one, once, actually. But still, I mean, grabbing someone when they are off guard.." Alright, so he was trying to apply logic to a situation that he didn't know enough about. "Or they are just powerful beyond reason. In which case, what do they need us for?" Couldn't this elusive 'they' go solve their own problems?

Knowing enough about him. And illness. That explained the coolness, how skinny the poor guy was, and Kurt's expression had turned almost worried. Not pitying, not quite, but concerned. "Are you going to be alright here?" Maybe there was a medical wing of some kind or another..

"I'll be fine..." He smiles, though it's a little weak and somehow unnerving. "If this place couldn't take care of me, well, I'd probably be... dead already." His voice droops a little. "Inherited thing, and it means I sunburn like hell on top of everything else, too."

Kurt was now torn between being nosy and wanting to help, or giving this guy his distance. Not everybody wanted a small, furry nursemaid bothering them constantly.

"Oh. Uhm." The tail flicked in agitation. "Genetic, then? I get you." Now Kurt was figuring the guy was just one more mutant. "At least we are indoors, so you are safe enough. I have to admit, I have never been sunburned." He had a layer of fuzz protecting him, after all.