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Meeting of the Newbs
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.
"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.
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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.
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Lame.
"Is it someone who's actually smart and likeable?" A beat. "Is it like a hot Thanagarian or something?"
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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."
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"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."
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In a strange vessel, with stranger occurrences, and none of his usual clothing, Javert was Not Happy.
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"Hmm?" Brainy looks up from his omnicom when he hears the squishy footsteps. "Ah, are you one of our fellow captives?"
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He'll be hmm'ing a lot. That means he's thinking. Coluans do that.
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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."
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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."
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"I'm not one for art in general."
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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.
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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.
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'Excuse me...' Z5 gently projected - manners be damned, this was curiosity! - towards the younger man, 'but would you happen to know where we are?'
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"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.
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"Are you only capable of telepathic communication or capable of reading minds as well?"
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'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.
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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.
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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?"