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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 would seem to be someone already there, waiting - not that he's noticed Kurt just yet. Quite human, by the look at him, if a little pale and maybe underfed. He's leaning up against a crate near the entrance, his eyes closed.

Kurt actually didn't see the guy at first, since he wasn't moving, though the pale blur of his face actually stood out from the rest of the place once the mutant had actually spotted him. The problem was, by then, that he was more or less in the middle of the room. With no cover.

Now he was standing upright, doing a little uncertain shuffle-dance from foot to foot. Keep going? Hope the bloke didn't see him? .. run right back the other way and hide until the guy went away? Hell, that might be awhile. He looked asleep anyway.

Kurt decided to just keep walking. Slowly. Nope. Nothing to see here.

"Hello," Christofel pipes up, his eyes opening. "I figured someone would come by sooner or later..." He squints a little against the dim lighting. "You're one of the new ones?" His voice and compact frame suggest relative youth, though the hair swept across his face makes it a little harder to tell.

That didn't work. Still, screaming didn't immediately commence. Maybe the group was comprised of people too used to madness to start bleating in fear at little ol' Nightcrawler.

The guy was alive after all. Bolting right out of the room would have been rude by now, so he paused. Faintly lambent yellow eyes had moved to the stranger, then lowered. A tight-lipped smile was offered, showing no teeth.

"Yes. I just came from, ah, the pod room..?" The last two words were said uncertainly, almost making it a question. The voice was accented, but not too thickly. Perfectly understandable English. "I was trying to find the lockers."

Chris gestures vaguely. "All around here," he says, "but you'll be lucky if you can actually find anything. I'm still trying to figure out if my guitar is here or not."

"Are all people where you're from blue?" he interrupts himself.

"Daaaayum." Inwardly, there was a squee, but best not to freak anyone out with her recognizing them.

At least it wasn't a scream?

"Oh." Kurt didn't care for the sound of that. He'd stay up here all week if it took; he wasn't leaving without his watch. Sure, he was probably clinging at straws here, but he'd feel so much more confident with it. Terrible hypocrite, he was, but right now, he didn't feel like arguing the politics of it. "I might as well make the attempt."

Oh, here we go. The questions. "Weeeell.. no." Kurt had stretched out the first word into almost two syllables. "I think.. Three of them." Himself, Beast, and his biological mother. "It is uncommon, to make an understatement." Along with the feet. And the fingers. And the tail..

"Doesn't that usually describe someone who is large? At least on television.." What was this, a sitcom? The words had come from his mouth before he could stop himself. Kurt blinked, freezing, as he realized he addressed a stranger.

"I.. uh. Hello." Very articulate there, Kurt. Absolutely smooth.

"I tend to go with a more general usage, an exclamation of...something. When you need to exclaim something."

Uh. Awkward. Did she tell him she knew who he was or tell him the other more important bits.

Important bits.

"You find your stuff yet?"

"Well, I can't speak for anyone else," and his eyebrows go up, "but I've seen some pretty weird stuff. Well - none of it blue, but..." He trails off, as if trying to get his train of thought back on the tracks. "Uh. I'm Chris." He offers a slightly clammy hand.

"I see. Sometimes I am not up to date with slang." Of course, this would probably get added to his vocabulary, and be butchered accordingly. A three-fingered hand had found its way up, to rub the back of his neck. Was it his imagination, or was he still sticky?

This was just an uncomfortable situation all around.

"No, not yet. I have not had much of a chance to look. It looks I have a lot of searching to do."

"You get any more out of Stacy than any of the rest of us did? If not, I can tell you what's going on, least as far as we've figured out."

"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."

"Her favorite word is 'no', and she likes the movie Blade Runner." Kurt's expression turned sour. "Outside of that, she was not terribly enlightening."

Someone who knew what was happening? He relaxed, at least a little bit. She was open with information, and that was better than nothing. "I am all ears." Which she might find to be amusing, considering.

"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."

All pointy ears. Heh.

"...Didn't know the Blade Runner thing," Leela said, but then she explained. "She's a spaceship--we're talkin' a big one too. Huge. Levels and levels and there's a whole city inside. But Stacy's the actual ship. An AI. We've all been grabbed--from multiple worlds in multiple dimensions. Abducted for...something. The big theories that it's for some kinda army. Got a lot of people with superpowers or are soldiers or are useful in other ways. But we don't really have many answers either, and that's just a guess. We all started the same way--popping out of those nasty pods. We don't know who took us. If it was Stacy herself or something that told her too. There's more we don't know than we do know. Good news is most of the people here are pretty friendly."

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.

"Well, she seems to be discreet when it comes to her interests.."

Spaceships. AIs. A superhuman army. The idea was frightening, really; they were terrible enough on their own planet, when there were opposing forces to stop them. Still, weird. Why go after 'friendly people', when there were plenty who had strength and the mindset to use it violently? What was going on? Not like she knew, either, and for a moment yellow eyes were very focused on her, and he was chewing the inside of his cheek, thinking.

Eventually, though, he just gave up. His fingers went to his face for a moment, and he rubbed his brow, his cheek. It wasn't like he was the smart one. "Maybe she thinks there's something worth protecting. Or somebody thinks so. That is all I can hope for." Instead of fighting for the wrong cause.. he didn't like the idea of that at all. "Or it is for a game of interstellar dodgeball. " Ho hum. Someone's humor meter was a little broken today. Waking up in a puddle of sludge did that.

Jono had been keeping to himself, mostly. It was a bad habit from when he'd manifested and when he was uncertain or off center, he tended to fall back on it.

This place definitely counted. Still, Jono was starting to get settled again. Even better, his shielding wasn't quite as fuzzy as it once had been.

He stopped, tilting his head a bit as he looked around. That felt...almost familiar. Hullo? he called, turning the next corner.

"Oh man, dodgeball? If I got pulled out of what I was doing to suffer through gym class in space, somebody's getting kicked in the face--just like in real gym class," she said, chuckling.

She held out her hand.

"I'm Leela, by the way. Leela Bricker."

Having met all those other superheroes had put Terry in a slightly better mood then before. The whole place was still really creepy, and sort of reeked of Spellbinder, but for now, he felt he could at least trust Jaime. But he also felt that he should do a bit of exploring, figure out where he was. Maybe find that locker room Stacy had mentioned and see if the Batsuit was there.

And then, he saw it. The blue guy. And he said what anyone from 2050 Gotham City would have said.

"Man, don't you know how bad splicing will mess you up?"

"At least it would be a game that you know you can win." Yes, so he was a little huffy about this change in his routine, too. "I'm going to miss my test on Friday for certain. I've used so many excuses this year." A drawn-out sigh. Well, school was tough when you were doing all this superhero business off on the side.

"It is nice to meet you, Leela. I am Kurt Wagner." It came out 'vaugner'; hearing a fair few try to pronounce it with that hard Amercan 'W' amused him. She offered a hand, and a genuine smile flashed across his face. She seemed quite at ease with him. She'd receive a rather velvety handshake. At least he seemed to be relaxed.

Hearing the voice long before you saw the person was confusing. Then again, it wasn't the first telepathic contact Kurt had heard since showing up here, now, was it?

All he really, really wanted to do was get at his locker, and hope that nobody threw a fit about his presence. There was no hiding from a mindreader, though.

The person appeared a little after the voice. "'Allo." Nope. no recognition, there. "At least you have a body to go along with the voice." Sue him. Stacy had him on edge. Besides, he was trying to be funny. Failing, sure, but the attempt had to be made.

Well, he was possibly familiar. Just far too young.

So much for his plans to get from point A to point B without being seen. Well, it wasn't like he was trying to be really sneaky; crawling behind things or on ceilings or some such rot would have probably yielded better results. Kurt just hadn't expected people to be up here.

He was peering around, trying to find the stash of items, when someone greeted him. Sort of. Actually, it almost sounded as if there was going to be a lecture behind that phrase if Kurt didn't cut him off.

He froze in place, before turning his head to peer over his shoulder, straightening his posture. A thin smile was offered, lips closed. There was no point in flashing predatory teeth. This guy already made him nervous.

"I am sorry, but I am not sure what you mean." The voice was quiet, accented heavily, and downright apologetic. "I agree that it sounds nasty, though." Whatever splicing meant..

She'd already done her little panic thing over Zelgadis. She wasn't going to do it again.

Especially not since... hrm.

"So, what's your stuff? So I can help you look for it. I almost think Stacy moves it sort of near the front when you first pop up. All our stuff was and every time I come in here, it looks moved around," she said. Then she added, "Oh, um, then there's 'nother weird thing you might want to have a little warning about..."

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