Meeting of the Newbs

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

They've been bickering the entire time up to the Living Area.

"While I'm loathe to interrupt your trivial musings, the signal is coming from in here--"

There's no one currently in the Obs Deck, but there are some belongings carelessly scattered about.

Comments

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Do they not teach manners on Coca-Colua or wherever it is you're from?" Kara asks. "Seriously. You're so...mean." She looks around. "Okay...what is this place?"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"Obviously some sort of public area," he says, ignoring the crack about his homeworld's name. (He doesn't actually care that much about Colu to defend it, and he shouldn't rise to something so utterly juvenile).

The ring was coming from a bundle of black--ew, black leather. Animal products. Yuck.

He searches the pockets of the leather jacket to produce the flight ring, then when he sees something on the back of the jacket, he sighs.

"Of all the members of the Legion, of course it had to be him, rather than someone useful," he mutters.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Who is it?" Kara asked, crossing her arms and looking around. What? A public area and there's no, like, plasma screen or anything?

Lame.

"Is it someone who's actually smart and likeable?" A beat. "Is it like a hot Thanagarian or something?"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"Ha. HA. Smart. Ha!"

Oh, that's amusing.

He holds up a leather jacket to showcase the S-shield on the back, making it abundantly clear who it belongs to.

"Theism isn't my strong suite, but I pray to whatever gods there are that Kid Flash isn't here with him."

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

Kara's eyes grew wide when she saw the jacket. A broad smile spread across her features. "Kon!"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Brainy lobs the jacket down on the couch--but holds onto Kon's flight ring.

"Leaving his flight ring around where anyone can grab it--" he's grumbling, as he tucks it into a pocket in his belt. "Do you know what he did with the last one? Gave it to some random girl. Cosmic Boy had to confiscate it, and then I gave him another when he appeared in our century, but of course he's just as irresponsible with it."

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

Kara glared. "Leave. Kon. Alone." She strode up to Brainy, her eyes glowing red. "He's family."

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

Javert strode into the room as a result of several minutes dedicated meandering. The suit definitely didn't flatter his body type; at 6-foot-6 tall, and whipcord thin, he looked oddly delicate for a sour-faced old inspecteur. He looked twice as surly as was his norm, because apparently this 'Stacy' had deemed his hair ribbons as clothing and thus his hair was loose and wavy, and in his personal opinion, unmanageable.

In a strange vessel, with stranger occurrences, and none of his usual clothing, Javert was Not Happy.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Hey look, Javert! A blonde chick with glowing red eyes, and a teenage boy with green skin and wear stuff stuck on his face!

"Hmm?" Brainy looks up from his omnicom when he hears the squishy footsteps. "Ah, are you one of our fellow captives?"

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

The sum total of Javert's surprise was expressed in a slow blink. Other than that, the only change in his expression was a sardonic twist to his mouth, not quite a smirk. "Apparently so." He said, staring down at the teens.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

Kara looked at the new comer. Her eyes returned to their normal sparkling blue and she nodded her head. "Welcome to Weirdsville, party of three, apparently."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"There are likely more than three of us awake, though where they currently are on this ship is...hmm."

He'll be hmm'ing a lot. That means he's thinking. Coluans do that.

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

"I don't suppose either of you have any idea what's going on here?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. "As I certainly do not remember ever making a conscious decision to board some sort of...organic ship." That's going through...are those stars? ...Dear god. His eyes widened slightly.

[girl-of-steel.livejournal.com]

"Ask brain-boy here," Kara said. "He's the Mister Know-it-All. I'm just here for eyecandy and comedic relief."

[kindofscary.livejournal.com]

"I couldn't agree more," the Master came swanning in, dazed and foofy-haired lap-dog in tow, "Someone pop the kettle on, eh?"

He strode past the sculpture (http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l127/transmigration9/00006ws5.jpg) on his way to the blast windows, remarking, "Vile. I hope someone shot the artist."

[fluffinasuit.livejournal.com]

The Doctor wasn't that dazed. Not really. Honestly.

Maybe a little.

Still, bouncing along beside the Master, hands in pockets, he rolled his eyes. "Just because it's not your taste... Or, well, mine, or actually anyone I know, come to think about it, but just because it's not your taste doesn't mean it's vile."

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

Javert looked up at the newcomers. They were adults, at least, though that didn't guarantee any more sense than the young two he'd been stuck with thus far. Nonetheless, he allowed himself a shred of hope.

"I'm not one for art in general."

[childof-science.livejournal.com]

The alien's large feet made a dull thwump as it meandered along the passageways. It's large ears were held up, and twisted from time to time, like a pair radio antennae trying to pick up a signal. It kept stopping to pick at the suit with the hand on the end of it's tail - close fitting clothes were not the norm for the DEC race - mostly because it was a bit hard making clothing for a creature with seven limbs.

As Z5 drew closer to the Obs Deck, its ears twitched. Voices - that meant people. People talking about... art?

The alien emerged from the tunnels, and spotted what looked like three human men. It approached them slowly, and, not knowing whether or not they minded mind-speak, made a small squeaking noise.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

There are a few more people that that in the Obs deck, Z5. One of them is green.

Immediately, Brainy's omnicom is up and scanning the newcomers.

"The aesthetics of our surroundings are the least of our concerns right now," Brainy sniffs at the newcomers.

[childof-science.livejournal.com]

The odd hue of the man's skin really didn't bother Z5 - to them, the boy was just a different shade of gray. But he, like Stacy, had an odd way of speaking. And what he had said... perhaps he knew what a more pressing concern would be. Either way, he seemed smart.

'Excuse me...' Z5 gently projected - manners be damned, this was curiosity! - towards the younger man, 'but would you happen to know where we are?'

[kindofscary.livejournal.com]

"Evidently it's his," the Master thumbed Brainy out to the Doctor as he pressed his face to the window, hoping to catch a familiar constellation. Alas, all he could make out was the trail of the worm hole, gravity sink or whatever it was they were travelling through.

"Tch. Linear spatial reality. So uninspired." he said as his neck craned to take a look at the ship's hull, what of it he could see from this vantage point. Yes, the Master was lamenting that his pockets weren't bigger on the inside.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

While the Timelords fanboy Javert, Brainy turns to the confused Z5.

"Are you only capable of telepathic communication or capable of reading minds as well?"

[childof-science.livejournal.com]

If the poor alien wasn't already confused, the tittering chatter of the older looking men was enough to baffle it entirely. The younger one, on the other hand, made a bit more sense.

'I can only read thoughts directed at me,' it thought. 'Many of my kind can read minds, but my psychic powers were never developed that far. Are you able to communicate telepathically?' Z5 hoped that they were. It had been so comfortable speaking to Stacy, and it had worked up the DEC's hopes that everyone in this place could speak in such a way.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"I cannot, but I can provide an explanation more easily than speaking it, if you look into my mind. I suggest you go no deeper than the surface."

His brain was a vast, sweeping, rigidly structured place, and his control over his thoughts meant that an explanation of their situation--at least as far as he understood it--was easy to provide at the top of his thoughts, clear as day. The only way it could have been clearer was if he was capable of projecting it.

[pridebeforefail.livejournal.com]

Starscream stalked towards the Obs Deck, perking up slightly at the sound of voices...and feeling his sense of annoyance return and saw that he was surrounded by fleshlings.

It made sense, considering the whole ship seemed to be by and large alarmingly meaty, but it didn't do much to improve his mood. But as long as they were there... "Has anyone bothered to find out more of what's going on, or do I have to do everything myself?"