Sooo...Meet-y

[cityship]

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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[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Jean scratched the side of her cheek. "Uh, I'm a mutant... which...Oh, I'm human." Jean said figuring that was enough. Other non muntants might not care to be classified as mutant humans.

"It's nice to meet you Aeneas, my name is Jean." Her smile grew a little. "Where are you from?"

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Aeneas frowned a little. Or rather, his gaze fell to a point just past the sheathed claws on his front toes. If Jean hadn’t noticed by now, most of this alien’s communication was strictly through his eyes.
Well, through two of his eyes anyway.

“You as well,” Aeneas forced another crease into his lavender stare, “As for where I’m from…”

That was actually more of a tough question that Jean probably intended, and was what had caused him the original discerning glance at the floor. ”Should I tell her that I don’t know? Or would my current memories suffice?”

He hesitated.

”…Ah, current. No need to confuse her any more than she already is. Besides, if I keep up this ambiguity, she’ll just ask about it anyways.”
Not that Aeneas didn’t want her to ask—he simply didn’t like the idea of not having an answer for her.

“I was picked up from the planet Walrum.”

And then a question of his own slipped through his personal censor in the form of an abrupt growl.

“—Are we still nearby? The Awesonians are an innocent race, they don’t need to be involved in any of this. I would prefer if we keep them ignorant, at least until I return?”

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

Jean watched Aeneas carefully, she'd have to get him up into the medbay at some point so she could get a body scan from him and any possible medical issues that he might have. It would certainly be interesting.

She shook her head a little and spread her hands out in an apologetic manner. "I'm sorry Aeneas, but the universe you know has been destroyed by the Ohm. You've been brought here to help fight them," she explained, her voice falling into a comforting tone. "I'm sorry."

[enter-aeneas.livejournal.com]

“…Oh.”

Aeneas again glanced at the floor. A spark of worry flashed past his eyes, but then they quickly resolved, emotionless.

“Well that’s unfortunate I suppose,” he gave a small, nonchalant shrug, “It was a nice universe.”

This was probably the last thing she expected to hear, especially in such a dismissive manner. But quite frankly, Aeneas had little to miss. He had no close relations with the Awesonians—two years was not nearly enough time to consider even the medic that had nursed him back to health as family—and other than that, he knew no one of his own species. He didn’t even know if there was anyone of his own species to begin with.
So why should he fret over things that most likely never existed? Well, unless…

“—Is there any way of telling if someone else from my universe was saved?” Aeneas asked, his eyes sparkling hopefully.

[doctor-jeangrey.livejournal.com]

She observed him silently, trying to figure out what he was feeling, without actually using her telepathy. She didn't want to have to deal with the hundred of thoughts that were likely to bombard her the moment the blocks were lowered. No, today was a non telepathic day.

He sent off mixed signals. One of nonchalantness, the other of hope. This Aeneas seemed to be more complex than he was letting on to be.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe there is." Jean informed him gently. "There might be others from your universe in some of the pods, but we have no way of knowing until a pod release."

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Another glance at the floor.

”…Now come on Aeneas, it’s a whole universe we’re dealing with here,” he thought with a raise of his brow, ”The chances of you being the only survivor are slim to none. There have to be others. There may even be Awesonians. Some of these humans might even be from your universe. They could all be from your universe! Is there really any way of knowing?”

Aeneas suddenly realized that he was trying to calm himself down, but it wasn’t working too well. He quickly tried to change the subject.

“How long have you been on this…”

Oh he didn’t want to call her a ship. It just seemed so impersonal, you know?

“…vessel, Jean?”