trans_9 | Show me the REAL beds, plz [Closed]

Well, Dick wouldn't argue with Jason being a douche. He was working on it, but...well, it was still Jason. Tim he would argue about, but that was just because it was Tim.

Dick walked onto the Obs Deck, raising his hand with a grin. "That is so not fair," he said, making a motion toward the Green Lantern uniform.

Kyle raised his own hand and waved back. “Yeah, I know. Everyone is green with envy.” Yeah, he probably would have groaned with that joke if he hadn’t just made it. Though, he did wonder if everyone slept in the meat suits or if they were able to sleep naked or something. The suits looked…. Well, they didn’t leave much to the imagination. Not that spandex did either for that matter.

“So you know the USS Beefstick pretty well, huh?”

Dick? Well, he just grinned. Because he wasn't above making a few puns of his own. "That was awful, you know." He reached out, clapping his hand on Kyle's shoulder, offering his other hand. "I don't know how well I know the ship, but I've been doing a fair bit of poking around. Enough to give you the basics, at least."

“Hey hey hey. You know it was a good one.” It was nice to see a friendly face. After all, Guy was his best friend… but the protective streak that was going on was getting way out of hand. And Hal…well, Hal was Hal and could be rather stuffy when he wanted to be.

“So tell me.. do I really have to eat that slop… I mean this is Soviet Russia or anything. ” He had a few thousand questions...

"I didn't say that. I just said it was awful." It probably helped that Dick had no idea what Kyle was heading into. Not that Kyle knew that yet.

Dick laughed and shook his head. "You're lucky. A couple times a week, we get real food now. Though a lot of us took to taking meals in the Sensoriums. Which makes it at least look and taste a bit more appetizing."

“…and beds. Have to become some officer right?” Because, he really couldn’t handle sleeping in an organic version of a Japanese capsule hotel. It made him feel like he was in some twisted version of the morgue and an actual bed would be nice. Hell, anything outside of those cubbies would be nice.

“…and really, I still need for someone to prove to me that I’m not dead.”

Dick shook his head. "No, you don't have to be some sort of officer." Though it was kind of understandable that Kyle might think that. When Dick ended up in any sort of group back home, he tended to end up as the leader. Or at least A leader. "But it's only recently that we've been able to access the former crew quarters. The last few weeks at best."

Dick blinked at Kyle, then shook his head. "Stacy pulls people from the last moment that she could before the timeline collapsed around them. Or so we've been told. And she apparently heals them, too." He made a motion to himself. "Like the last thing I remember? Is making my way to the Tower to call up help while Batman went to deal with Brother I." Because, well...it was Bruce's fault, wasn't it?

He stared for a moment. "I blew my self up..." Why would the universe collapse after he blew himself up. Couldn't it have waited a few hours or something? Sighing faintly he looked up at the ~~sky~~ meat...sky thing...

"You haven't seen any dead people coming back as zombies or black power rings floating about, have you?"

"You may have succeeded." Dick didn't want to think about that, but...well, it was true. "You're not the first person to arrive here when they should have been at death's door. It was the last possible moment to pull you from, no matter when the world collapsed." Hey, it made sense to him. And Dick was good at making sense of things.

Mention of zombies made him shudder and grimace. "Zombies, yes. Black power rings, no." He glanced over. "Ours were more the usual movie type zombies, though there were a lot of variation in them."

That was a relief, at the least it meant the entire Black Lantern Corp got blown up when the universe exploded. Shaking his head he rubbed his temples a bit.

"Seems like this place has a sick sense of humor, robbing a guy of his big heroic moment only to spit him out in a bunch of alien snot." Though, after all the drama that Guy had given him with blowing himself up and then Jason... speaking of which...

"Jason... the hell is he doing here? And who replaced him with a pod person? He actually seemed pissed that I blew myself up.."

It, unfortunately, didn't mean that there weren't Black Lantern rings on the ship. Especially given some of the other stuff they'd rescued.

Dick made a soft sound and shook his head. "Hey. Don't say that, okay? I mean, come on. We're fighting not just for our universe here, but for all of them." And it meant Kyle wasn't dead, which Dick was all for. There'd been too many funerals of late.

The mention of Jason makes him look over and raise an eyebrow. "It surprises you that he might actually care?"

Okay, so it had surprised him a bit, too. But he was getting used to it. "Jason...I think a lot of this has hit him pretty hard."

“I figured he cared about things, but the fact that he yelled at me for killing myself…” It just seemed like this was all some kind of bizarro world. A giant ship made of meat, a Jason that actually cared what happened to people… Kyle could just hear the Twilight Zone theme in the background.

Either way, there was one thing that was obvious. “If Jason is acting like a normal human being the shit must have really hit the fan…”

He had to pause, looking over at Kyle seriously. "Kyle. You know I respect you and everything you do as a Green Lantern and as a Titan. But if you don't lay off the Jason thing, I might just punch you." He took a breath and let it out slowly. "I know there's stuff I don't know. You guys are ahead of me and I don't know what I've missed. Right now, that's a good thing where Jason's concerned. I'm the one that's easiest to reconnect with, the one that will give him a chance. And I think he needs that chance, Kyle. Because you're right, the shit really has hit the fan and if we can't get him grounded, I'm sure you can just imagine what could happen."

He could have easily explained to him some of what happened, but was that really his place? Sighing faintly, Jason had all but jumped down his throat the moment he arrived. Then he did a one eighty and confused the hell out of Kyle.

"Yeah, sorry man.." Kyle was just one of the few people that could get under his skin for some reason. "Build a bridge and get over it, right?"

He looked up at the meaty ceiling. But, what else is going on here... that weird voice told me some things..and I've heard rumors. But, I haven't seen a single badguy on this ship..."

Yeah, Jason did that to a lot of people. He did it to Dick. Dick was just getting used to letting it roll off his back and going on.

"Nah, you don't HAVE to," Dick replied, smiling a little. "I'm just learning to pick my battles with him. Nothing about Jason is going to change overnight, assuming it really changes at all. But right now, we're ally in a really crappy situation and even he realizes that."

He looked upwards as well, then wrinkled his nose. "Luthor's here," he warned. "Not our Luthor. This one is younger and...I don't know. I haven't met him face-to-face yet, but we're keeping an eye on him." 'We' being the Bats, of course. "And there may be bad guys that we don't know about, too. Not everybody here is from our world or the worlds immediately around ours."

Kyle would probably never get to that point. There was only so much he could take before he felt like he needed to punch Jason in the face. It’s always been like that, probably always will be. “Luthor? Yeah, I heard something about that. But…I mean what can he do? He’s a genius, he wouldn’t be stupid enough to try anything with so many of us here..”

Though really, Luthor was probably near the bottom of Kyle’s ‘shit list’, there were dozens of people who were more likely to cause actual trouble and damage… “Has anyone tried anything?”

Oh, Dick did, too. He just called it training.

He shook his head. "Not as such. We had some trouble a few months back. We had a creature called a Yeerk in custody. Apparently they crawl into the brain and basically take a person over. This one had surrendered, partly because it was the last one. And, apparently, partly because it had no appetite for the sort of domination that the rest of the race had.

"We had a lot of people who wanted it dead, just because of what it was. We had a trial, though, and the jury decided to put it in suspended animation. But the other side...felt they knew better. So they tried to destroy it. A lot of people got injured in the fighting." He raised an eyebrow. "We don't exactly need villains for the crew to have trouble."

"Seems like it." All they needed was the Guardians of the Universe hiding out someplace pulling the strings and it'd feel just like home...

"Makes me wonder how everyone else feels. I mean..Guy and Wonder Woman..and Hal." He couldn't really call her Diana, that would be weird...plus he bet Batman would have his head if he was too familiar.

"Probably still getting acclimated, same as you." Dick smiled and shook his head. "It takes a bit, but things are better than they were. At least we have a vague idea what's going on, even if we're not so certain we can trust the people who gave us the information."

"They could be taking us someplace to dine on our brains, is that what you're saying?" Maybe it was because he had just arrived or he was some kind of cynic in his death, but he was hoping they'd had more info than that.

A guide or something, anything really...

"Honestly, I doubt that much, at least." Dick shook his head. "I don't think it's quite that bad. But it's mostly a question of how much of what they've told us is true and how much is bull." He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking about how to explain it. "I believe that the Ohm are truly a threat. That much seems straightforward enough."

"Have you seen one?" That was his biggest problem with the entire situation. It was feeling all too familiar for him. A bigger threat, an entity warning about it, but never giving enough information and then the shit hits the fan and you have to go and blow yourself up.

“I’m really not trying to be a skeptic here… but, I’m just not going to be gung ho about it all like the other leaguers that showed up. It’s obvious that we don’t have much of a choice when it comes to what’s going on, but…” He was still worried, he’d seen some of the people walking around (a giant yellow rat….what..?) and then there were people like Guy who would punch in the face and ask questions later. “We’ve really got a motley crew here...”

With any luck, it wouldn't get that bad. Though, well...who knew?

Dick shook his head. "I've not seen one, though our benefactors have said that Blue Beetle's scarab is descended from some racial seeds they planted in our universe?" He blew out a breath and laughed. "I know you're not trying to be a skeptic. Believe me, that's Batman's job." And Dick's. And Tim's. And Terry's, in all honesty. It was what they were there for. "And yeah, the crew is...about as motley as they get. The crew wasn't just snatched from our world, but from any universe that was being destroyed.

"They said we're 'blessed by the Divine Threads'." He doesn't need air quotes. They're in his voice. "People whose stories permeate the Omniverse, who have shaped the worlds and stories around them. And because of that, we're the ones who got Chosen to beat on the bug people."

Oh god, this was sounding too familiar. "So...a higher being... is giving information and talking about how we're all Chosen.." He was starting to wonder if this Stacy was related to anyone on Oa.

"There's not a giant book or anything hidden somewhere in this ship... is there?"

He actually paused, considering it. Not that he was at all up on what book Kyle meant. One of those things about not being a Lantern and therefore not up on what was going on with them.

"I can't say one way or another," he finally admits. "It's entirely possible there are several, though I imagine you mean a specific book."

"Book of Oa. " He grinned a bit. "You know how it is.. magical book explains how the universe ends, but nobody bothered looking in it to find out what exactly was happening and why."

But, then there would be no mystery in life, would there? "I suppose I'll just have to explore the entire ship eventually... wonder if they'd let me outside too.."

Dick rolled his eyes at that. "Of course not. Nobody ever thinks to look in the big book of everything ever." He snorted. "Not that I'd want that knowledge myself, but you'd think somebody would take the chance, right?"

Mystery was great. Dick thrived on it. But if the knowledge was there, somebody should have looked. "You'd have to ask Stacy, but be aware that she's serious about the crew's safety. So she might not, but the dominant personality right now can at least be somewhat reasoned with."

"Dominant personality right now? ...Are you saying the ship is schizophrenic? “ Because, that really seemed like a problem. He could picture it… one day the ship is throwing everyone a party and the next day it was PMSing and threatening to throw everyone out into space…

“This place keeps getting weirder and weirder the longer I’m here. It’s like Survivor meets a Space Odyssey. “ Though, it would be nice to be able to vote people like Luthor off the ship, Kyle would admit. Shaking his head a bit he moved on from those thoughts.

“I suppose this is where I say… take me to your leader, but I’d rather go with… show me your bed” He grinned a bit. “And that was totally not a come on. This Lantern has absolutely no game.”

"The ship's a converted prison ship, apparently. Which meant having to rewire the personality when they repurposed her as an ark." Dick made a motion upwards. "The pirates that had control of her suppressed the nice personality, bringing out the 'guard' personality, I suppose. Bit hard-assed." And when Dick Grayson called something hard-assed, he knew whereof he spoke.

Dick snorted and laughed. "You seem to do okay for a guy with no game." Even if the girlfriends ended up dead at an alarming rate. Not that Dick knew about most of that. "Come on, this way."

Kyle laughed about that. But, really there wasn’t anything else that could be said. He heard all the freezer gags before and the fact that every girl he had dated ended up dead (or worse in the case of Jade). Shaking his head a bit he followed after Dick. So, they were on a living floating ship that used to have the personality of Batman.

“That’s not very comforting. I mean, I don’t know if I’d say being on an ex prison ship is on my list of priorities. “

Actually, the personality had been worse than Batman. Dick LIKED Bruce. He hadn't been too fond of Stacy.

"Just remember the 'ex' part of it," Dick suggested. "Though I'm not sure about the fact that a prison ship was kitted out with suspended animation tubes. Heck of a way to spend your sentence, if you ask me."

"Always thought the point of prison was so you could actually think about what you did wrong." Bruce wasn't a bad guy, Kyle knew that. Hell, Bruce had been one of the few people in the Justice League that had actually given him the time of day in the beginning.

"Goes along with things like "ex-con", right?"

Dick nodded. "And just as much chance of reoffending, honestly. Whatever the pirates did to the computer systems, it's apparently made Stacy glitchy as hell. So it's not like the prison AI personality has been put away for good.

"There are other AIs in the computer complex, though. Most of them seem to be all right. At least one is now out of commission."

"You're not making me feel any better about this." Anything could go wrong at anytime, it wasn't the best feeling when you were floating someplace you had no idea about. Hell, his ring couldn't even give him the sector that they were in. And that was troublesome.

"And we don't have a genius here that could just reprogram the entire ship...?"

"Sorry." Dick managed a smile, shaking his head. "The damage is physical as well as in the programing. Remember, organic technology. Basically, you'd be reprogramming her brain."

"Well. I guess we'll just going to have to see where this giant bag of meat takes us." Kyle was hoping that it was taking him someplace where he could take care of the Black Lanterns when the universe was fixed...

"I think that's about all we can do at the moment." And God, he hated that. Never had been a fan of having to just go with the flow. "And hey. The captain is Captain Picard. Take the silver linings where you can get them."

He turned a corner into a long corridor of doorways. "Welcome to the crew quarters. The beds are still kind of squishy, but you don't feel like you're being breathed on, either."

"It could be worse..." He glanced around a bit, this place was a far cry from the MEAT CAPSULE HOTEL that he had been staying in.

"I wonder if anyone else realizes how nasty this place really is.." because, seriously it was like they were in the stomach of a whale. "I feel bad about your...uh...fleshy jumpsuit.."

He looked down at himself and shrugged. "You kind of get used to it," Dick admitted with a shake of his head. "Would I prefer the spandex? Yeah, probably. But it has its advantages. For instance, if you get injured, it'll clamp down and keep pressure on it. And it's not bad armor, over all."

"Still a little...disgusting, don't you think?" Really, you'd think the ship would be nice enough to allow regular clothes. It was obviously safe enough... considering that you started out as naked as the day you were born.

"Anyone ever think about asking for regular clothes when they're just walking around?"

"Oh, it's a lot disgusting," Dick agreed with a shake of his head. "I just try not to think about it. It's vaguely useful and since I lack kevlar, it's about the best I'm going to get for the moment.

"And we've asked." Kyle really didn't think that they hadn't all asked at some point. "Stacy hasn't said why we can't, but given that we've not really found anything much in the way of clothing in Weapons and Possessions, I've hypothesized that whatever method they used to snatch us from our worlds is probably not easy on cloth. It's entirely possible that clothing just didn't make the transition."

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