[OPEN] What do they want?

[angledtwat777.livejournal.com]

Nicholas Angel was, by nature, not the happiest of men. There was no doubt about it from anyone that knew of him that he loved his job, that he was married to the service. Official vocab guidelines say "the force" is seen as too aggressive. The notepad was the greatest weapon any officer could ever have—that was one of his most fervent beliefs about his entire training, all of his school, you could catch lies if you wrote everything down.

He'd managed to put Danny to the back of his mind as he took in the new surroundings, hated the organic, living, undulating, pulsating, sick and twisted and disgusting suit that was apparently the only thing he had to wear. Or anyone had to wear, for that matter. He had no pocket to put his notepad in. This meant he felt silly just walking around in the ugliest thing he could ever imagine without a place to put his greatest weapon.

There was a deep exhalation of stiff breath as he came to an area he didn't know. As a matter of fact, he didn't know any of the areas around this place. He hadn't asked, too busy taking in all the surroundings and memorizing them for later. He'd know his way around this breathing, moving, living "ship" in a few hours if he walked around even more.

He put his hands on his hips and stared up at the "ceiling" if it could be called that, not oblivious to the sounds of the ship and any others who might pass by, but completely lost in thoughts of...a Greater Good.

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[thehollycopter.livejournal.com]

Holly was exploring - since the fight on the bridge, she was working on mapping out the ship. She wore her helmet, which recorded video of where she'd been, and then worked it into a map on the helmet's computers. It helped her focus, and gave her something to do.

Of course, to anyone who wasn't familiar with her species, she would have looked like a three-foot-tall child wearing a full-face motorcycle helmet and a toy police belt wandering around the ship.

She rounded a corner and saw a man holding a notepad, staring at the ceiling. She raised an eyebrow, though it wouldn't be seen past her visor, and called out to him, her voice sounding metallic because of the helmet's speakers. "...Do you need help, or something?"

[angledtwat777.livejournal.com]

Nicholas heard the voice, ears rolling upwards as he took the sound in. A sigh escaped. As much as he didn't want to speak with anyone, he also had to recognise that it was the only way to learn more about his abduction, the ship, the place, and why he wasn't able to find a real pair of clothes to wear. Oh, how he longed for his firmly ironed, starched, perfect pants, his button-up, his bullet proof vest, his radio holder, his pockets, his shiny black shoes his...his everything. He was covered in a thing of disgust and yet...he still felt naked.

At least it didn't give him a bulge. That would have been unacceptable, and he would not have gone out in public if that was the case.

"I doubt I'm the only one in need of an explanation," he replied, turning around to...

Wow. She was short. She? The voice...it sounded rather androgynous. Metallic, rusty, coppery, just like the taste of blood in his mouth thanks to Simon Skinner and the fight over Aran A. Aranson and the entire town of Sandford in the model village. You want to be a big cop in a small town? Go fuck off up the model village!

[thehollycopter.livejournal.com]

Holly took a good look at the human. He seemed to be partly off in his own world, but there was something else about him. A sort of air about him that seemed a little familiar. Maybe some of her coworkers.

"No, you're not," she said, putting her hands on her hips. "We all want explanations. Even if we've already gotten a few."

[angledtwat777.livejournal.com]

No, no, short lady, Nicholas wasn't lost in his own world. He was lost in this world. He was hallucinating, had to be. He'd been born out of slime and possible smegma. Disgusting. He was naked and stuck in this piece of shit plant thing that moved around and that he could feel moving around. He'd been shat out, rolfed, birthed from the bowels of a spaceship that acted like it/she/whatever was his mother and just cared oh-so-much. What the fuck?

"Are you on drugs?"

[thehollycopter.livejournal.com]

Holly paused for a moment, then reached up to her helmet. There was a whisper-soft hiss as the seals released, and she removed it. The face under the helmet was small, but fierce, a few scars here and there. And it had pointed ears.

She'd removed the helmet just so that the human could see her eye-roll.

"No, Mud-man, I'm not on drugs," she groaned. And if she were to try some, she'd probably loose her magic. But she didn't mention that.

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

"Watch yourself." Javert said sharply, suddenly. "It stares back." He grinned a little strangely, staring at (or past) Nicholas.

[angledtwat777.livejournal.com]

Nicholas didn't jump; he'd heard the footsteps coming up and barely blinked at the sharp tone in the voice. He turned on a dime, staring across the way at the other man. Well, at least he wasn't floating or making phantom green fists and hands with which he was supposed to shake. He was just a normal man.

Hopefully.

"I see no eyes."

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

"No, no I imagine you don't." He made a noise deep in his throat, still staring through the other man, smile fading.

No, Nicholas, he's not a very normal man.

"I would stay vigilant in either case."

[angledtwat777.livejournal.com]

Nicholas noticed that, the strange smile, the awkward line of vision. He was tempted to turn around to see if there was anything behind him, perhaps another "Green Lantern" floating upside down and the like ready to read over his shoulder all over again.

Again, he was reminded of Dickens. The way he looked at him felt like the way Ebenezer Scrooge had looked at his business partner's specter. Had he no bowels? Was the man capable of seeing through him?

...he must have been on drugs, certainly.

"And you are?"

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

"Inspecteur Javert." Javert, suddenly, briefly, was looking directly at Nicholas. It lasted for one peircing moment before he again was staring through the other man.

[bored-admiral.livejournal.com]

Spaurh eyed the lander that seemed to be closely examining the wall and ceiling of the Observation Deck. She kept him under observation for a moment before breezing past him, "If you stare long enough, I think Stacy may do a trick for you."

[angledtwat777.livejournal.com]

Blue hair? Honestly? What was she, a chav? But, then again, he'd met some elf-type "cop" with pointed ears and abnormal hair colour already, so blue it was.

"Does she do tricks often?" he asked, scoffing a little as he followed her line of movement, observing everything from the way she walked to the way her hair moved as she did so.

Though not in a sexual way. Nicholas wasn't capable of really thinking like that, much less doing something like it.

[bored-admiral.livejournal.com]

Don't forget the crimson eyes, Nicholas. Spaurh stopped, the Abh turning on her heel to face the newcomer with a small, arrogant smile on her face, one hand settled on her hip, "Oh, every so often. It might take a while so, so I'd wait, if I were you."

[angledtwat777.livejournal.com]

Nicholas could scarcely figure out how to spell French names such as the one he'd been given earlier. God forbid this strange woman decide to give him her name. He'd be stuck crossing things out and retrying it in several different ways before finally giving in and actually asking. He wasn't a genius in each language handed him, that's for sure.

Jahverr stared him back in the face as he looked at the notepad.

"And you are?"

[bored-admiral.livejournal.com]

Spaurh grinned, not deigning to bow or even offer a hand. She was nobility, after all (technically royalty; she's related to the Abriels in some way, after all). And this man was just a Lander. Not even a titled Abh or a member of the Forces. Instead she gave him a barely perceptible nod, "Admiral Spaurh Aron Sekpadao Letopanyu Paenegh. Offical and only aide to Her Royal Highness, Empress Abriel Lafiel, 28th Empress of the Humankind Empire of Abh."

[deep_sky_diving]

Plantsuits only, for everyone? Well, no, not everyone. There's this late-teenage girl who's sidling up beside him, for instance, who happens to be wearing a form-fitting suit that happens to be some other material.

It's blue-green and shimmers slightly with an oddly plasticine surface, even the parts where the base material is interrupted by paneled compartments and sections and the slim-fitted 'backpack' section on her back, none of which do very much at all to hide that she's a well-developed girl for her age. Her face is the only exposed skin, with a faceplate split back in a piece to either side. And there's something else with her face, too—a transparent membrane, clinging tight over it and stretching harmlessly over her eyes and nose and mouth, gives her skin a plastic quality and is almost missable itself on first glance.

She follows his gaze upward, momentarily wordless.

[angledtwat777.livejournal.com]

Nicholas heard the footsteps, felt the ship move beneath his very feet, but his gaze remained upon the ceiling. So far he'd met a Green Lantern, a prick, an "elf," and Princess Gobbledygook. Certainly a very...eclectic collection for a mass abduction that apparently took place only on special days. It didn't make any sense, really. Nicholas, save the universe? Sure, he could kick arse and take names in his line of work. But...save the universe? Tosh! And after seeing Inspector Prick, he was rather certain that the people this "Stacy" had chosen to play mother with weren't as up to par as she first suspected.

Maybe this was all real and Stacy was the one on drugs. Now that made a hell of a lot of sense.

"Hi."

He didn't look over. And, even if he did, he wouldn't noticed her well-developed body, her feminine physique, anything that would make any other man's head spin right 'round with jaw on chest and eyes popped wide open.

Nicholas wasn't that kind of man.

[deep_sky_diving]

And there was something else in the footsteps—the characteristic clicking of high heels. An odd thing to include in a diving suit or spacesuit or whatever the hell it is, though.

"Hi." The voice is gentle and feminine. Caring, even for a stranger like this.

[angledtwat777.livejournal.com]

Ah, the heels. Hopefully a woman, and yes, the voice confirmed it. The last time he'd had a drug bust at a club in the middle of a drag show...well. It didn't end well on his extraordinarily high standards of moral behaviour.

That and the jokes at the office the next day left him with a sour taste in his mouth.

"Been here long?"

[deep_sky_diving]

"Not very long. Since the—zombies." She navigates quite well the little hitch in her voice at saying that. "It's all pretty weird, even fer somebody like me." The accent is US-southern and obviously so.

[dreamstolights.livejournal.com]

"Well, you're someone I don't recognize. One of the newbies, right?" Selene asked, walking up beside Nicholas, looking up like him. "Weird, isn't it?"

[angledtwat777.livejournal.com]

"Just a smidgen," he replied dryly, licking his lips a moment before looking down at the girl beside him. "Not something I've ever heard of before, save in science fiction."

He regarded her carefully, resisting the urge to pull out his notepad and begin to take notes. He decided against it. "How long have you been here?"

[dreamstolights.livejournal.com]

"Ah, so you got to be from a 'normal' world. Lucky you. I come from a world like a superhero comic. Supposedly it's a combination of two comic universes in other dimensions, so this is par to the course," Selene commented. "Third living ship I've been on and second dimension hopping. You'll get used to it eventually though."

She had to think about that a moment. Appearance wise, she was the picture of normal aside from the living plant suit. Not so amazing looking to get constant attention, nor any sign of being someone who made it a part of their job to fight. Though, that was the thing about secret identities. The more unremarkable it was, the less chance people would figure you out.

"I've been here...if I've been keeping track right, a few more weeks till half a year."

[angledtwat777.livejournal.com]

Nicholas listened to every word coming out of her mouth, registering next to none of it. Normal world? Superhero comic? Two comic UNIVERSES in OTHER DIMENSIONS!? None of that made sense. Drugs. He had to have been drugged, but that Green Lantern strange fellow said he hadn't been. But how could he trust anyone here? He couldn't, plain and simple. There was no way he could trust anyone. Not until he found this "Leon Kennedy" anyway. Maybe he could give less nonsensical answers. It would be nice to speak with someone from the service. At least he could find someone he might be on the same level with.

"I see," was all he said. That was really all he could say.

[dreamstolights.livejournal.com]

Selene was silent a moment and smirked. "And you so don't believe me. Trust me, there's weirder than this in the universe," she said, patting his shoulder. "It's par to the course for some of us, and I'm not the kind who got sucked into the freakiest of stuff back home."