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The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their number. After the recent revelation, many of them were even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

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"It's nice to meet you Lex. I'm guessing that you aren't one of the newbies?" She smiled a bit as he returned the handshake. He seemed like a nice guy, which was actually pretty cool. She needed to meet more nice people.

Matt chuckled, nodding. "Yeah, well, I haven't done anything exciting in my life save for be a boyfriend, play some music, this and that."

"There really isn't much use for a guitarist on this place is there?" asked Matt, subtly fighting down a flareup of magic. What the hell was wrong with his hand lately?

He's not so sure why he cares so much. If what the Daligig said was to be believed, the multiverse had ceased to exist whether Darkseid initiated it or not. Still, it was good to here that he'd got what was coming to him.

"Everyone who joins up with me is insane," he says warmly, shuffling the tidbit about Dick to one side for the time being. Pulling off his own cowl, he looks at Damian in his cape and mask with mixed emotions, including a small but not necessarily unnoticible degree of pride. His flesh and blood, "I guess that makes you Robin."

Poor future Dick.

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He tilts his head up at the... skeleton man, but his only reaction is a nod. "Thank you." He had reason to be proud. His father and mother were both of very fine lineage. Batman and Talia Al Ghul. "Your weapon is fine as well. Are you a skeleton?"

No, she hasn't. That's actually kind of refreshing at the moment. Dick reaches up, rubbing his eyes through his mask. "As far as we know, yes. We don't have any independent corroboration, though. For the moment, we're operating on the assumption that it is true, however."

Plan for the worst, hope for the best. He's done that since he can remember.

Terry wasn't too surprised to get a curt answer back. He did have a ten year old brother, after all, he was used to kids not knowing what's best for them.

But his surprise was coming from something else that the kid had said.

"Robin? What?" He paused, thinking. Okay, maybe there's yet another one that he hasn't heard about. But that just raised another question, "...jeez, how many kids did the old man have running around with him?"

"My age is none of your business. And I am not any sort of cutie."

"It is always confusing at first," Arha murmured, her voice pitched to cut through the noise and to the woman who was attempting to get a word in to...anyone, it seemed. "But welcome, such as it is, is something I can extend."

Her smile was both wry and a touch sad at the same moment.

"I am Arha," she said. "And now you have met someone."

"Do you think that he's telling the truth?" There's no hostility there, just information gathering. "I, for one, would like to have a home to return to."

She nods. "Nanoha. My name is Indigo." A small smile crosses her face. "Despite the circumstances, it's nice to meet you."

Mal stared Jo down, carefully taking in everything she was saying. "Yeah, it is a lot to take in, and I don't quite know how to absorb it all. I get it that we can't know everythin', but knowin' nothin'? That don't sit well with me."

He looked at her, unsmiling. "I don't want to think about the world bein' destroyed, so if all there is to get my mind off things is fightin'... Well, that works for me." Then, looking sidelong at her, he posed another question, "How do we go about fightin' these things? There some sort of organization?"

Jason shook his head as he watched Hal wonder off toward... well shit that wasn't the blond he thought it was was it? Damn if Speedy got to him and told him Jason was here, he was very glad he was getting back in with the Bats. He'd have at least Dick to back him up. As for right now, he had to deal with Kyle.

"Right it's all about the girl. The only reason you ever got the girl was because she felt sorry for you."

She blinks, then shrugs a little. It takes a moment, almost as if she has to remember to do it. "I'm an android from the future. I was damaged, repaired, and now I'm a member of the Outsiders." Indigo pauses, looking back up at him. "Was there anything specific you wished to know about?"

It was the breaking of a dam.

The tears started, and they didn't stop. Nanoha cried into Fate's shoulder as she felt the other girl's arms around her. It felt good to let it out for once in the presence of one of the only people she'd ever let herself be vulnerable in front of. Their universe might have been gone, but now part of her world was here.

"You... you're late," she said with a sniff at last, trying to collect herself after her momentary breakdown.

That was a look Kazuya was very familiar with. And, considering his distanced stance, this was a man that actually looked like he would like. As such, he found himself leaning on a wall near Spike with a similar look on his face.

"My sentiments exactly."

"Aye, more or less. I be a Death Knight: an eldritch, undead warrior, nigh-unstoppable and such that even gods and devils aproach with trepidation." The tones with which he spoke were not bragging. If anything, he was most ashamed of what he was. Regardless, he promised to face it, and to avoid angsting as much as possible. At least when Sheeana was around.

"Is thine blade enchanted as well? Its quality wouldst certainly allow it to hold a powerful sorcerous boon."

"Well, I ain't expectin' everyone to have all the answers... just some of them will do fine," said Mal with a small smile.

"Nice to meet you, miss. I'm Captain Mal Reynolds." He held out a hand, still smiling. "How long have you been around here?"

Damian shook his head. "Unlikely, Drake. Who else would I be discussing? You're the one who decided to go off on a clearly delusional quest to restore Father to life."

She doesn't seem like she knows anything useful. He turns away. "I'd rather not waste my time."

Thaaaaat was a bit complicated. "No, I've been around for a little while. But I thought I'd come and see who shows up today. Perhaps someone I would recognize." Though he was more looking to see who would recognize him.

Jason frowned a bit and stepped back. He didn't want the kid getting upset and attacking. He wasn't going to be tempted to shoot the damn kid in the head and end the headache. No one on board would ever forgive him for that one. So he stayed silent and let the two talk.

Mal looked up as yet another person addressed him. "Hey. You seem pretty calm. This whole bein' kidnapped thing or whatever it is don't bother you?"

She waved her hand, the Fremen equivalent of a shrug. "Perhaps to look for more of my people. Or perhaps that my Order has always taken an interest in unusual people..."

Beka had ripped off a piece of her suit... garment. Thing, and used it to tie her hair back. It wasn't her spiked rap, but it was something. Walking around she started to look for superiors, be it hers, or whomever ran this... operation.

Damian nods. "I am." Hence the costume. "Not to you, as I'd have liked, but I suppose Grayson is alright. Will you come back when we're free of this place?"

It was, it seems, to much to hope for that Elisa would arrive with this new wave of human crew. Goliath finds neither sight, nor scent of her anywhere in the crowd.

He sighs once as he lingers at the edge of the crowd, watching old friends reuniting, learning the faces of new and old shipmates.

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