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Entry tags:
- !!shipwide announcement,
- !!stacy,
- !location: obs deck,
- !plot: pest control,
- allen gentry,
- ax,
- brainiac 5,
- bumblebee,
- chaucer,
- connor macmanus,
- cybil bennett,
- danny phantom,
- gwen cooper,
- jaime reyes,
- jono starsmore,
- kate bishop,
- kon-el,
- lyta alexander,
- mr. wednesday,
- murphy macmanus,
- nathan petrelli,
- paco,
- pat and toxin,
- pixie,
- robin,
- sam winchester,
- sir sparhawk,
- starscream,
- supergirl,
- terry mcginnis,
- west rosen,
- will vandom,
- xander,
- z5,
- zuko
Hail the Conquering Heroes
Things can happen without Stacy knowing, that much is apparent now. The damage to her sensors is significant. But the fighting clued her in.
After it's all over, after those captured have been rescued, after the injured have been tended to, only the nest is left, and Stacy takes care of it.
||Infestation of Cluster 42, Level 4, Sector 7, Sublevel 12, Zone 37 has been detected. Triggering internal defenses. Decontamination commencing.||
There is a pause.
||Decontamination complete.||
Simple as that, once she knows the problem was there. Her internal sensors are damaged, especially in the city, and so are some of the systems monitoring them. You have to know what's broken to know to fix it.
Such a simple thing and it only took one man dying to make it happen. (His body is gone, by the way, ripped to shreds and eaten. There's not even a spot of blood on the floor. That's the bugs' doing. The bugs' bodies are gone too--that's Stacy's doing).
||Any injured personnel that still have not received medical attention, report to the nearest lift, and you will be transported to the MedBay. Any uninjured personnel, report to the Living Area, to the restroom facilities to undergo decontamination of xenobiological material. Then report to the Obs Deck to meet your new crew-mates.||
Said crew-mates--and the Doctor, who'd skipped out and miraculously ducked and weaved his way to the lift when he'd realized the Master was there--are there and waiting, and just a tad confused.
[ooc: read this first]
After it's all over, after those captured have been rescued, after the injured have been tended to, only the nest is left, and Stacy takes care of it.
||Infestation of Cluster 42, Level 4, Sector 7, Sublevel 12, Zone 37 has been detected. Triggering internal defenses. Decontamination commencing.||
There is a pause.
||Decontamination complete.||
Simple as that, once she knows the problem was there. Her internal sensors are damaged, especially in the city, and so are some of the systems monitoring them. You have to know what's broken to know to fix it.
Such a simple thing and it only took one man dying to make it happen. (His body is gone, by the way, ripped to shreds and eaten. There's not even a spot of blood on the floor. That's the bugs' doing. The bugs' bodies are gone too--that's Stacy's doing).
||Any injured personnel that still have not received medical attention, report to the nearest lift, and you will be transported to the MedBay. Any uninjured personnel, report to the Living Area, to the restroom facilities to undergo decontamination of xenobiological material. Then report to the Obs Deck to meet your new crew-mates.||
Said crew-mates--and the Doctor, who'd skipped out and miraculously ducked and weaved his way to the lift when he'd realized the Master was there--are there and waiting, and just a tad confused.
[ooc: read this first]
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He rubbed his temples with the heels of his hands, trying to process this newest shock. "Geez, I just hope no one had to see what happened to Tim..."
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"And they probably cleaned it up a little. I mean, you know Disney deaths, no blood--and I know you didn't get into any fights without bleeding or making someone else bleed--but you could still tell it was life or death."
Leela propped herself up on her elbows, legs still sprawled out on the couch behind her. "Superhero cartoons based on comics are popular as anything--mostly because they don't dumb 'em down. I practically grew up on the original X-Men cartoon and Batman: the Animated Series--that one's all about the guy before you. People die in 'em, people get hurt. They were great--not because violence was good or anything, but because they were very...real, I guess. Kinda makes courage under fire seem a little braver and more admirable when you know the hero might get hurt or killed. Especially since my world has no superheroes, and hasn't ever had 'em."
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"I never bled?" Terry was a bit surprised. "Wow, how did they explain all my scars, then? Like, not even the Bat related ones, just ones from crashing my motorcycle..."
Then, something she said just made him laugh. "Wait, there was a cartoon for Bruce? Hah, wow. Slag, why would anyone want to watch a cartoon about him? He was probably cool in his prime and all, but... talk about a jerk. What, did he lecture kids on how they were irresponsible and shouldn't ever go out and fight because they were untrained and hot headed? Though... that might explain why your world won't have superheroes..."
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As for the rest, "Are you kidding me? Batman is the shit. Everyone loves Batman."
It was probably sounding like she was from some kind of Bizarro universe at this point.
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"Yeah, right," He said in between bursts of that creepy laughter, "everyone just loves Batman. Except, you know, the fact that having a conversation with him is kind of like walking barefoot on shattered glass."
The laughing subsided a bit, but there was still some chuckling. At least he hadn't crossed into that ever spooky Joker-laugh territory.
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She went on, "The kind of everyday tragedy that, in my world, no one stops it if the police don't. Because there's no one gonna swoop down in some super suit or with their cape flapping to save someone. Someone catches you in a back alley with a gun, and you're the average person, you're robbed, raped, or dead--or all of the above. We got a world full of statistics and nobody up in the sky. No one's smart enough to build the kinda tech in the comics. No one has powers; you don't get superpowers from radioactive waste or whatever--you get radiation poisoning and you die."
She carried on, "So there's this character who's just a man, who was hurt--and who decides at least in his city, he will try every damn night to make it so no one else ever hurts the same way. He makes himself into someone that can do that. Makes himself into someone that's grade-A, 100 percent Badass. He's on all the important super-teams and is one of the most important members. He tangles with guys who eat stars."
She leaned her chin on her hand. "We don't have heroes. Aliens ever invade, we're fucked in both ears. We have to save ourselves and have to save each other all the time, and we do a shitty job of that."
She raised an eyebrow. "To you, he's your cranky, old taskmaster, and I'll bet he's unpleasant as hell to deal with, day-to-day. But to us, he's what a lot of us want to be. He did what we all wanna do--make ourselves into someone strong enough and good enough to help clean up the damn world. And since he's an ordinary guy under the cowl, it actually seems possible. Why wouldn't people love him? He's the goddamn Batman."
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But an idea was creeping into his head. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. "You talk about Bruce like he's your hero." In a way, he was Terry's hero, too. "You idolize him. What would you think about getting a chance to see the last Batsuit he ever wore, in person?"
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"Okay," he said, standing up, "this ship took everything from me before I got here. I sort of looked in the weird locker place, but I was kinda more interested in where the hell I was then finding my stuff. I bet my suit's somewhere in there."
"....And to be honest, after the bugs, I don't really like the idea of being alone in this ship."
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"Scavenger hunt it is. I've done a lot of bodyguarding. And there's a dirty joke in there somewhere but I'm too tired to work it out."
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"Ooookay..." he said, running a hand through his hair, "that locker thing was back by the pods, yeah? Might as well head there."
"Oh - " he took a step and paused, "I guess since I was a cartoon, you already know my name. But, just in case... I'm Terry." He held out a hand for her to shake.
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