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Newbie Meet N' Greet

Meet n' Greet, smell my feet, gimme something good to eat! Unfortunately, the newbie meet and greet takes place the same time the command staff is congregating, so they might be a little late to the party.

But the crew is there to welcome the newcomers and explain their situation. At the end of the milling and spilling about, the command staff is going to start a general meeting to apprise everyone of their situation and discuss their next course of action:

Getting off the damn ship.

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He couldn't believe it. Even AFTER finding his way around, whatever this place was refused to fully garb him. All he found was the full faced cowl, his Mantle of the Bat, and the bladed gauntlets that he now wore over his hands. He couldn't find anything else of his. No matter, he'll just rebuild it and make it better, like he always done. He looked at the group of newcomers and realized none of them were familiar to him.

He, truthfully, wanted to get out of this place and go hunting, but something told him to stay put. So, he hid out of the line of people's sight.

There are many strange things and strange people on board this ship, and Sharp Tongue may be one of the stranger.

A velociraptor circles past as she stalks the edge of the room, hand claws tucked up against her chest and moving with easy strides. Her yellow and black hide is painted with red and white slashes all down her body and hanging against one side is a large, dark brown triceratops leather bag with feathers, teeth, and claws hanging from it by way of decoration.

She stares at the newcomers to the crew, watching them with a predatory, evaluating air. Then she notices the one with the strange head covering.

He gets a much longer unnerving velociraptor stare as she tries to decide what it is.

As more and more gather, Jean-Paul began to realize that most, if not everyone, here wasn't from his world. Good. The less they knew of his existence, the better.

Then, he was struck by a strange feeling. A feeling that something... or someONE was watching him. His head snapped over to where he thought he was being stared at, raising one of his bladed gloves as if he was ready to strike out with it.

The raptor doesn't seem unnerved. She ducks her head forward and makes a snorting noise.

"Do you threaten me, human?"

Sharp Tongue's own is a combative species, but it never ceases to amuse her when they do this. She's a shaman, not a warrior, though.

Underneath the mask, Jean-Paul's eyes went wide. There, right in front of him was a RAPTOR. This? Didn't make sense at all - and he was trained by a order that could be traced back centuries!

"Y-You're... a dinosaur?!" he said, lowering his glove in surprise. He shouldn't have lowered his guard, but this? This was more than a shock to him.

"Yes," Sharp Tongue replies dryly. "I am Sharp Tongue. Shaman-in-waiting of the Swiftclaw Tribe."

She pauses, then adds, "I am used to the staring." She's certainly gotten plenty of it here. It's not exactly comforting being around a raptor, and she generally likes being around people as much as people like being around her.

Jean-Paul finally stood down and turned away, focusing his attention back onto the crowd. "I am Batman." Without turning back, he continued. "Why are we here? All I know is that we're here for some sort of... purpose."

Sharp Tongue also looks back to the group.

"I do not know," she replies. There's a testy hint to it, she's frustrated and annoyed by this ship. Shamans, even shamans in waiting, are busy raptors.

"There's a voice that talks to us and orders us and we are trapped here. There is a broken city-place where nothing lives and nothing grows. There is no hunting ground or prey, and there are no raptors here but my tribemate and I."

Overall, it's a fairly damning assessment from her standpoint.

"Then, this place is dead." Jean-Paul said. "...and we're most likely nothing more than playthings for that... voice."

He balled one of his hands into a fist. "...and I'm certain no one's found a way out, have they?"

This was annoying AND angering.

"No," Sharp Tongue chuffs. "They've been too busy fighting with each other. Stupid."

Not that she's done much. But she won't mention that. Conveniently.

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"So who are you trying to impress with that?" asks an old man, eying Jean-Paul's funny helmet.

Jean-Paul's head turned to face the other person who spotted him. This place was too crowded. He didn't have anywhere to hide, away from this place. This wouldn't do.

"Impress? I don't impress ANYONE! I do what I have to do." he replied. "This place took my suit. Stripped me to just this, but no matter, I can rebuild it."

Wednesday's big fuzzy eyebrows arch upwards. "You sound a little defensive, m'boy. Being high-strung like that isn't good for you, you know."

Jean-Paul turned back, facing away from the man. "I'm not needed here. I'm needed back where I belong. Gotham City crumbles without its protector stuck here."

...it's a wonder that this guy was chosen to be Batman in the first place.

"Nice outfit, dude."

Tony grins at the newcomer, "Welcome aboard the meatship!"

"It's Batimus Prime, leader of the Batobots and enemy of evil Jokercons!"

Jean-Paul's head turned to face the one who said that line. While sane, JP would have recognized the joke? Here, he was this close to wanting to knock this guy's teeth in. He wasn't worth his time. Not right now.

"I am NOT this... 'Batimus Prime'. It's 'Batman'. The only one you need to know!"

"Sorry JP, only people I'll call Batman are Wayne and McGinnis."

That did it.

"H-How did...?! WAYNE?! Wayne's HERE?!" Jean-Paul said, lunging at Wags, ready to pummel him. "WHERE IS HE?! If he thinks he can take what is mine, he's WRONG! HE'S BROKEN AND DONE!"

Whoops. Ducking time. And, also, as if on cue, a tentacle comes to thwack JP.

||Violence towards podmates is unacceptable. Jean-Paul Valley, you have received your first warning. Further incidents will result in Violations. 15 Violations will result in Punishment||

"Wayne hasn't been broken since the 90's. Which is when I'd say was the same time that costume went out of style, except it never was in."

As his own strike missed its mark, the tentacle found its own, smacking Jean-Paul in the head. Clutching his head, he turned to face Wags.

"What are you talking about?! I just saw him! He wanted to come back! Try to take what's mine - something he'll NEVER do!"

Oh, the wonders of being in two separate eras!

"Uh, hello? Didn't the fact that I know billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne is really the Caped Crusader clue you into the fact that you're not in metaphorical Kansas anymore? We've all been pulled here from different universes and times? In mine, you, Batman, Superman, the Green Lantern. etcetera, are all comic book characters. And in the time Batman's from he's had the cowl back for a while."

Okay, for someone who's already nearly the edge of insanity, this was enough to make him think clearly. As things started to filter in, he clutched his head, doing his best Cloud Strife impersonation.

"No... NO! That's... that's not right! I'M Batman! I'M the one who's the rightful heir of the Mantle! H-How...!? How is that...!?"

Sad to say? He's slowly realizing the fact that he just might be another pretender now.

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Yeah, this place? Was not doing to well in the "hide in the all-concealing shadows" bit. Too many people were spotting him and Jean-Paul wasn't liking it one bit.

"I am not a 'dude'." he said. "And... 'meatship'? Is that what they call this place?!"

Daimon was about to leave when by chance he passed by the masked man. He studied him for a moment. Daimon certainly didn't recognize the man from his world.

"I assume you are a hero where you come from." Or perhaps a villain.

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