cityship: (Stacy--Main AI)
cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92008-11-15 12:37 am

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]

[identity profile] sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah..." Pixie said. "Did you just pop out too?" she asked, taking him in. She sat cross-legged in mid-air, her wings gently flapping behind her. "I'd try to help but I'm the suck when it comes to, y'know, guitars. And stuff."

[identity profile] cutintomyheart.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 05:55 am (UTC)(link)
"No, I've been here for a while..." His expression shifts as though from mild embarrassment, though there's no blush (or, really, any face coloration at all). "Nothing special 'bout me, though."

He plays a loose adaptation of a few opening notes (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gY_we3BX6QQ) that may or may not be familiar, then frowns.

[identity profile] sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 06:06 am (UTC)(link)
Pixie studies him carefully. "There has to be something otherwise you wouldn't be here." Notice the wings on her back, the pure black eyes, and the black and pink hair?

Pixie can totally handle special.

"Did you not mean to play that?"

[identity profile] cutintomyheart.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, I'm not very good with sunlight," Chris admits faintly. That's no surprise, looking at how pale he is.

He fiddles with the guitar's neck. (It's a twelve-string, interestingly enough, rather than the usual six-string sort.) "The notes are all wrong, just a tiny bit... I run my own tunings, but it feels like-" He stops, holding the neck of the guitar up so he can peer at it.

If you look very, very closely, the structure's warped just a little bit.

[identity profile] sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
"So you're a Gothboy guitarist?"

Oh Pixie. Learn to put two and two together, why don't you?

And then she studies the guitar, noting, "They make weird guitars where you're from, don't they?" A beat. "Maybe it's coz you're in a place different from where you're usually from?"

[identity profile] cutintomyheart.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
He pouts at her. It's mildly cute, technically, but there's something just offputting enough about it to cancel out any benefit. (It is true, though...)

"It's a twelve-string. The extra tension's supposed to cause problems, but usually not for a few... years..." He trails off as it suddenly dawns on him how long he might have been stuck in that pod.

[identity profile] sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 06:36 am (UTC)(link)
Pixie's still a little late to the party.

"You look worried." She ignores the cute/not cute/but kinda cute still pout. "Why would you...ohhhh." Her eyes go wide. "You don't think we've been stuck in slime for a decade, do you?"

[identity profile] cutintomyheart.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 06:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I hope not," he says solemnly. Continuing to be around him may start to get mildly unnerving - after all, he's just so pale, and there's something a little dead and glassy in his eyes...

[identity profile] sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
Pixie blinks and tilts her head. "I'm Pixie," she says after a moment, choosing to introduce herself with her codename. She refuses to be unnerved...even though she's heading towards that direction.

[identity profile] cutintomyheart.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 07:00 am (UTC)(link)
He smiles, a little sheepishly, at her. (His teeth are broad and white and little sharp-edged.) Fortunately, the discomforting quality of his presence seems to be plateauing... mostly. "I'm Chris," he says with a nod, offering no last name.

[identity profile] sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 07:05 am (UTC)(link)
"It's nice to meet you," she says with a smile. "So what do you think of this place so far?"

[identity profile] cutintomyheart.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 07:19 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, it's good if you can stand... fleshy furniture everywhere, and food that you have to choke down, and always being watched by a computer that won't tell you anything..."

So, 'bad'.

[identity profile] sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
Pixie furrowed her brow. "I haven't...eaten...here...yet." She crossed her arms. "Maybe I can hallucinate myself into thinking I've already eaten?" she looks at the seats around them and smiles. "Good thing I can make the air my seat then. Still, if we do what we have to, maybe we'll be out of here really quickly."

[identity profile] cutintomyheart.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 07:43 am (UTC)(link)
"It's pretty much... glop. Mush. Oatmeal but less tasty." For a moment Chris' gaze is somewhere absent, before his attention returns to her. "Are you human?" he asks, rather bluntly.

[identity profile] sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 07:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Umm...no?" she furrowed her brow. And then she pointed to the wings. "See...most humans..." she furrowed her brow again. "Well. Wait. I'm kind of human?" She raises an eyebrow. "Why?"

[identity profile] cutintomyheart.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 07:55 am (UTC)(link)
"Because?" he says with a shrug. A little color pushes its way into his cheeks - a hint of a blush. So he isn't just an animated corpse... "It's just... you seem kind of like some of the urban legends I've heard."

[identity profile] sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 08:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." Pixie grinned and flapped her wings a little. Aww! He's blushing! Cute! And way less non-creepy! "What were those urban legends of?" Doesn't matter where she is. She's not saying the M-word yet.

[identity profile] cutintomyheart.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 08:14 am (UTC)(link)
He takes a breath, smiling faintly at Pixie. There's still something a little unsettling about him, but it's much less so, somehow. "Faeries—not the Tinkerbell kind, I mean, the mythological rules-and-magic ones. Or people who work for them, or something, the stories are never really very clear on it..."

(Wait, was he quite breathing properly, before?)

[identity profile] sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 08:20 am (UTC)(link)
"Oh." She smiles back at him, though...okay...that smile is a little creepy. And...his chest...had it been moving? "I guess you could say I'm kinda sorta like that?"

[identity profile] cutintomyheart.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 08:37 am (UTC)(link)
"But you don't seem very... urban legend-y," Chris pronounces a hint warily, his eyebrows going up. "I mean, if you're going to be an urban legend, you should at least try and keep it from being obvious..."

[identity profile] sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 08:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, because I can hide my ears and strap my wings to my back and..." She crosses her arms. "What's with the urban legend fixation, Gothic Gregory?"

[identity profile] cutintomyheart.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
"When going out in the sun makes you peel like an onion, you kind of pick up stuff," he says with a shrug. Maybe he has some medical condition—that would explain the paleness, at least...

[identity profile] sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 08:56 am (UTC)(link)
She narrowed her eyes. "I'm not buying that."

[identity profile] cutintomyheart.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 09:09 am (UTC)(link)
He shrugs absently. "You can believe what you want, but I'm not going to go get myself burned to prove it."

He fiddles with the guitar a moment, still trying to compensate for that slightly warped neck.

[identity profile] sniff-my-dust.livejournal.com 2008-12-01 09:14 am (UTC)(link)
Pixie blinked. "Is there even sun here that you can do that with?" She looked back at the guitar. "Maybe lack of sun is killing that thing too."