Meeting

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Listen up! Everyone gather in close. There's something we need to discuss."

She turns to Jaime and the telepaths. "Ready?"

There's a vorp and all of a sudden, everyone on Obs deck is surrounded by a blue shield, protecting them from the watching eyes of Stacy's (functioning sensors). The telepaths are standing by to make sure Stacy doesn't try to read their minds and to block her if necessary (although at the last meeting, she didn't try it).

"Do not be alarmed by the blue shield. That is one of the ways we're currently being shielded from Stacy so we can talk without being overheard."

"I already introduced myself to most of you, but I will again. My name is Cybil Bennett, and for some reason Stacy decided I was the captain of this crew. I've chosen to run with it. I see a number of new faces here. We're likely going to see even more new faces as time goes on. These pod pops of Stacy's seem to be on ongoing thing."

"Most of you have been explained our situation, but I'll explain it again: We have been abducted on an organic, sentient spaceship. To those of you from worlds where you haven't ever heard of a spaceship, it's a large ship that flies so far past the sky it winds up where the stars are. There are apparently infinite variations on the ways a world's history can go--and a world exists for each of these variations. This means you may apparently see people here that you've seen in some sort of fictional medium back home--this does not mean they're fictional. They are just as real as you are, from a world just as real as yours is. Stacy explained this to us as information and ideas from events in one world somehow crossing the divide into others and getting written as stories, television shows, and movies."

"Stacy's abducted us from each of our worlds, dimensions, and times. We have no idea if she's acting alone or someone else is responsible for our abduction. We don't know where we are relative to anywhere else. We don't know where we're heading. And we don't know how to get back to our homes."

"That changes now. Starting now, we are going to work together to find answer our questions. We are going to work together to open up new sections of the ship and to access Stacy's technology, we are going to find out of someone is responsible for our abduction, on other areas of the ship, if they're there, and demand answers."

"This may, however, result in combat, and we are woefully unprepared for that. Starting tomorrow, there are going to be daily practices in the Sensoriums. We are going to learn how to fight without tripping each other up. We have several individuals with police and military training and other combat training. We have people with similar powers and abilities that can teach each other how better to use them."

"We also now seem to have a contingent of scientific minds. They are repairing a laboratory they've found. The rest of us need to assist them as best as we can, as the development of technology may be our way into other areas of the ship and off this flying snot-bucket."

"Actions of violence against other crew members aren't allowed on this ship--if one of you attacks another, Stacy will thrash you around and give you a Violation before any of the rest of us have a chance to get to you. Apparently, we each have 15 of these Violations before some sort of punishment. Let's try to not find out what that is. If you want to spar, you can use the Sensoriums."

"The main thing I am asking all of you to do is talk to each other. Don't go anywhere alone. Before many of you arrived we had an incident where a crew member wandered off alone and was attacked by some sort of bug-monsters that had infested the ship, and we were attacked even further and almost lost other members of the crew. The man, Sergeant Hudson, died without many of us even knowing his name. Stacy assured us those monsters are gone now, but I don't want any more surprises, and we are not losing anyone else, we are not letting anyone else fall through the cracks. One was enough--one was one too many. Do not let your guards down. Do not think just because nothing has else has attacked us in a while that we're safe. And above all else, look out for each other."

She had been looking at all of them as she spoke, hands clasped behind her back, and now she stood up even taller and straighter than she had been--which she'd been standing there shoulders squared already.

"Now, I want each of you that hasn't introduced yourselves to the group yet to do so now, to tell the rest of us something about yourself, including important skills. Anyone that has any questions or issues they want to discuss, whether you're new or have been here from the start, I want you to ask them. I also want ideas and suggestions to get us off this boat."

[ooc: Each intro, or question/suggestion raised should be in its own subthread. Anyone can comment to them.]

Comments

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Well, this was... highly informative and actually useful. For once once on this ship, she actually felt knowledgeable rather than just scrambling around for information while trying to be intimidating without her suit.

She figures, since they were calling for the ship's newest residents to state their talents, she might as well. Her skills could be put to use here, plus it would keep her in practice for whenever she was able to return to bounty hunting. Her life's work was spent taking care of Space Pirate scum, if Stacy were to throw something at them, it couldn't be vastly different. Even without her suit she was still a formidable threat.

"Samus Aran, bounty hunter and former officer of the Galactic Federation Police."

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"COOL!"

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

"I'm Mai. I already know how to fight," Mai is very matter-of-fact and to the point. She really doesn't see the point in saying anything else.

However, the news that they're on a ship that flies through the stars is news to her, even if she doesn't let that surprise roll onto her face. Yes, she'd heard it before, but she hadn't quite believed it. She also had no idea what this talk of "fictional" was. She'd only ever seen Zuko before she'd been brought to this place.

She glanced around at the assembled crew again. There was the big guy, the one who'd told her about 'guns', Zuko, the green guy with the weird animal...

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Do you know how to fight in a way that doesn't trip up a large group of other people?" Cybil asks her, and the way she asks isn't condescending or anything, it's searching. "And do they know how to stay out of your way when you fight?"

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

"Me and Kate found a bathroom!" Paco said with great enthusiasm. "It seems pretty much normal -- no needles or tentacles or plants or anything. It's even got running water."

He rubbed the back of his neck. "It's also got one stall stamped with a bio-hazard label, but nothing tried to jump us.

"By the way, I'm Paco," he introduced himself to the people he didn't recognize. "I'm the kid from El Paso without super powers. But I'm good with a stick."

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Anyone who hasn't visited the bathroom yet, you should probably understand that that is really good news. Stacy's bathrooms are something of their own little horror show."

She goes on. "Where exactly is it, Paco?"

[morphitudinous]

There's a grim nod from Billy. He's ready to seek out the underlying truth of this whole mess, no matter the risk. As for how they're going to get there, combat training definitely sounds like a worthwhile pursuit. He'd made remarkable progress on that front as a Ranger, but he's well aware that he needs more training to reach the levels of his stronger friends.

"My name is Billy Cranston. I come from the Earth of 1994, a Californian suburb to be more precise. I have enough martial arts experience to defend myself from most normal-sized threats, but my scientific skills are somewhat better developed than my physical skills."

He flashes an uncertain smile at the group. He's still somewhat hesitant to reveal exactly how he got that experience. Not that it's a very well kept secret anymore, but old habits die hard.

"Since the bulk of my experience is in physics and chemistry, I assume I'll be primarily working to repair the laboratory. Once we obtain supplies, I'll immediately begin working with the others to develop any necessary tools."

"If there's anything I might be able to assist with, please let me know."

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"One of the biggest things we're going to need our resident brains to do is find us answers, Billy," says Cybil. "It stands to reason that even even figuring out how to open some of the doors here is going to take someone that can figure out the tech. Think you're up for that?"

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"Name's Bumblebee. Officially, I'm a space bridge repair-bot, but every Autobot has had combat training, and I've gotten a lot more practice recently."

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

"Awesome!"

(Zita sneaks on)

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief's just glad to have everything laid out in front of him in one piece. All the scraps of information make more sense when delivered together. Some of this is really weird, or at least far beyond his utilitarian understanding of the laws of physics. But he takes it in. This is his new reality, and arguing with it isn't going to get anything done. He's also eyeing the blue shielding with a wary sort of mixture of curiosity and appreciation. He'll have to ask about that later, he decides..

"Spartan-117, Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy. UNSC. Call me "Spartan" or "Chief"." If that means anything to anybody here, more power to 'em. But he doubts it.
"I've been in the military since I was young. I can fight, and am even better at it when I have my armor. I can only assume "Stacy" has hidden it. I know one of the ship's AI's, Cortana. She's an old friend, but she's limited in what she can do here."

Re: (Zita sneaks on)

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"I just want to cut in here--some of the AIs other than Stacy appear to be trying to assist us, particular the ones named Andromeda and Cortana. However, Chief here is right, there's only so much we can tell them. We have no idea of everything they know is accessible to Stacy."

Cybil goes on, "What's this armor look like? One of the things we need to do is help each other retrieve lost weapons and equipment that Stacy's confiscated."

[ihasvision.livejournal.com]

"Shawn Spencer, psychic detective. And while I don;t like using guns. I know how to handle one pretty well. Dad was a cop, so he figured it'd be a good idea if I did just so if it ever came up I wouldn't accidentally shoot myself in the foot."

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Do you want to be armed just in case? We have some spares. Obviously, additional training would be a good idea, in that case."

[acid-dissonance.livejournal.com]

Just when he was about to enter the Obs Deck, his attention was called by a Cybil Bennet, the "captain of their crew". Oh so-- they have a crew now, and he was one of those individuals?

But as he had listened, his curiosity was sparked. He was not alone. He wasn't the only one who was feeling so confused at every second...not that he would admit to it. At least they were going to work together...work...together with ORGANICS? The energon within him could've ran in hot anger. His intakes whirred, something similar to a car revving its engine. He couldn't take this anymore. But in order to get answers, he needed to form this group with the humans. What is he to do? Would he just play along, or would his philosophies take the stand instead?

"Designation Soundwave, Communications Officer." He voices as monotonous as usual. "I am designed for stealth, computers, and combat."

Although his range for combat is a rather unusual one. He just manipulates the sound itself. And now along with Laserbeak perched like a haughty condor on his shoulder, he felt more sure of himself and his abilities.

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"I'd say it was good to have you on board, Soundwave, if these were better circumstances," Cybil says. "If we manage to get access to any of Stacy's computers, can we count on your assistance?"

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

Danny spoke up. "Uh, just like to point out something here. There's been a couple of signs that there might be ghosts around here, y'know, aside from me, whether or not any of you guys believe in them. If you see anything like that, you should probably come to me about it. There's not a lot of ways to directly fight them, and I've got the most experience doing it."

"And for those of you who don't know. I'm Danny Fenton, half-ghost super hero."

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"I know that probably sounds crazy, but some sort of...creature briefly possessed me down when I was near one of the gates on the city deck. There is something unusual on this ship with us. If you see it or feel strange, call for help--and that's another reason you shouldn't go anywhere alone."

The Lab Issue

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Brainy clears his throat.

"My name is Brainiac 5, and I will be spearheading our efforts to rebuild the laboratory in the Medical Wing. I would also like all individuals that are engineers, chemists, biologists, physicists, and otherwise skilled in matters scientific to please make themselves known at this time. Your assistance will be necessary."

Re: The Lab Issue

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

"I have extensive knowledge in several scientific fields," Ax said. He wasn't going to explain how he obtained this knowledge, however. He was still pretending to be a normal human.

A very smart, normal human.

The Medical Issue

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

After the Lab bit is taken care of...

"I also want to add that I am a skilled xenobiologist and have three medical degrees. There is a medical hologram in the MedBay, but it's meant to be used for emergencies. Therefore, unless there is someone else more qualified present--which is highly unlikely--I am appointing myself this ship's doctor."

He goes on. "While this certainly isn't mandatory, for those of you that have some sort of atypical humanoid biology, it would be good for me to informed of it before you're injured and I'm scrambling to save your life. I would prefer baseline scans of everyone on board the crew--this includes the robotic individuals here, as I'm just as skilled in mechanical engineering--but they are--"

Sigh. It had taken him a while, but he'd learned.

"--not mandatory. For this reason, after this meeting I will be available in the Medical Wing (http://community.livejournal.com/trans_9/21748.html) for private consultation. I maintain the highest standards of doctor-patient confidentiality, and if you decide to pass on this today, I highly recommend that you see me at some point in the near future. We are in an unfamiliar and potentially life-threatening situation, space life is often harrowing, and I can tell you from experience that any number of dangers can befall us. If multiple people are injured at once, I do not want to be schooling myself on five separate, completely alien and unfamiliar anatomies as I try to treat them. Complicated, life-saving medical procedures are typically not the best place to 'wing it.'"

Re: The Medical Issue

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

"...And he's modest, too," Sam interjected with noticeable sarcasm once the green guy had finished his self-glorifying speech.

[oneiropompuppet.livejournal.com]

Penelope listens. Penelope watches, gaze lingering on anyone who looks obviously supernatural or superheroic.

Penelope is one of the last people to introduce herself. The purple circles beneath her red eyes speak of a lack of sleep or frequent crying.

"Penelope Maddox," she mumbles. Her voice grows a bit firmer, though it only serves to make her hoarseness evident: "Therapist. Specializing in analytical psychology and psychoanalysis." A history of hiding her changeling abilities keeps her silent on her supernatural powers.

She swallows, then takes a deep breath in. She makes eye-contact with someone in the crowd. (Eye contact as a sign of confidence.) "When I have...oriented myself, I would welcome anyone to come speak to me in a professional capacity."

From her blank expression and the deadness of her gaze, it's obvious she's not ready to treat anyone yet.

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Take as much time as you need. I know it's an adjustment being here, and no one is expected to contribute until they're adjusted to our situation--at least as much as they can be."

She's going to talk to her later. Make sure she's going to be okay.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

The resident naked man squints around at his fellow abductees. It's possible he needs glasses, with all that squinting, but that's certainly not a concept he's familiar with.

For a brief moment Geoff considers saying something grandiose and awe-inspiring. In the current situation, however, that seems a bit much. He's never been one to draw too much direct attention either.

"Geoffrey Chaucer, m'lords, m'ladies," he introduces himself with a slight bow, "writer and lately herald to Sir William Thatcher, at your service."

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander eyed the nude writer, and demanded, "Hey, how come you didn't get the Gap from hell outfit like the rest of us?"

[its-keeper.livejournal.com]

"I guess my cover's blown anyway."

The small redhaired girl, no more than 13 years old, pulls out an ornate necklace and a brilliant flash of light obscures her figure from sight. When the light's faded (along with the spots in everyone's vision), an older version of her is standing in her place, this one sporting pixie wings and a rather less practical outfit.

"I'm a Guardian of the Veil. I have magical powers, but they're not as strong without the rest of my teammates. I can fight pretty well with my magic, but back home, I was training to fight with my hands. I don't think it's a bad idea to keep learning here, if there's anyone who's willing to teach."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

Brainy just groans, and facepalms.

[alien-catcher.livejournal.com]

Gwen smiled smugly to herself. She kind of liked this Cybil, her attitude and even more so her commanding tone.

"Gwen Cooper, here," she said. "From Earth, 21st century. I used to be a police officer and I now work for a team that specializes in controlling alien activity on our planet and salvaging any technology left behind." She crossed her arms. "I don't know anything about these aliens," she offered. "Never seen anything like it before."

[fluffinasuit.livejournal.com]

The Doctor crossed his arms, eyebrows raised. "Right then, human organization that thinks it's seen it all, considers themselves in actual control, yet completely fails to keep a secret. Torchwood?"

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Dude, a telekinetic shield? Does it rebound specific frequencies of brainwaves or block sensors, or is it a signal scram -"

The tall man with the spatially inappropriate t-shirt (http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts-apparel/unisex/sciencemath/6e90/) waves his hand, as if to divert his own questions.

"I'm getting ahead of myself. 'Sup, Captain? My name's Allen Gentry. No super-powers, per se, but I am abnormally intelligent. I have several PhDs in 21st-century Earth sciences, most of which I'm updating via the Media Lab, and experience with arcane and magical sciences, though not enough to start calling myself a sorcerer. Back home, I was pretty famous for inventing and constructing nanobots for medical purposes, and I can hazard an attempt at building most Earth machines. If someone more physically inclined than me can figure out a way into Stacy's main hub and cover my progress, I'm more than 98% confident I could reprogram her system.

"As far as fighting goes, I'm not much when it comes to hand-to-hand combat, but I've never been outshot."

The revolvers strapped to his hips give him a presence not entirely unlike a nerd fused with a cowboy.

"I'll teach anyone who wants to learn to use a gun safely, whether they want to learn to use it safely or not. I wouldn't say no to some hand-to-hand training."

Introductions done, he looks back at the shielding eagerly. "So, who's work is this? Can I see the schematics?"

[el-escarabajo.livejournal.com]

The mechanical bug guy is producing it!

"I'd show you them if I had any, and I'd show you what makes them, but it's currently welded to my spine."

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

"My designation is Blitzving, und my function is Berserker-in other vords, I am a warrior. My allegiance is Decepticon, and my altmodes are a fighter jet and a tank."
Blitzwing fell silent, busy inspecting the strange company they had aboard.

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"And he's completely nuts!" Bumblebee is taking full advantage of the fact that Blitzy can't attack him.

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

Javert knows authority when he sees it, and if this woman was appointed his superior then, as far as he can see, he has no reason to contest it. Thus decided, he clears his throat slightly and folds his arms.

"Inspecteur Javert, of The Paris Prefecture de Police. Obviously, I have police training, as well as military." And if there are any disparaging remarks on his age, he will scoff at them.
"I am above all an officer. I follow orders and I preform tasks. I assure you, I am quite the capable man."

[fluffinasuit.livejournal.com]

The Doctor grins his stupid fanboy grin. "Yes, yes you are."

But that's all he says. Because he has control. Yes.

[primal-eve.livejournal.com]

Just as the force field was going up, in wanders a young woman with a little girl in tow. The most notable thing about the pair was likely that the taller of the two was still nude as well as semi-slick from the pod fluids. She cranes her head to the side slowly, blinking rapidly as odd blue-green eyes drift about the area...taking in those present, listening in keenly to the words being trade.

Pursing her lips together, she clicked her tongue and let out a low, contemplative noise...her free hand raised slowly to brush some wet hair out of her face. My. This was quite the gathering, wasn't it? Making sure to keep the distance between herself and the others, she glanced sideways at the Little Eve and offered a reassuring smile.

"Stay close," She almost whispered, and squeezed her hand...attention returning to the crowd, a perplexed look creeping onto her features.

[neomite.livejournal.com]

The young girl nods in submissive agreement, stepping back ever so slightly to widen the gap between herself and the crowd in front of her. Following the older woman’s gaze, her lip quivers. People. Lot’s of people. Life, dangerous of not, that overwhelmed her emotions.

Tears prick at her eyes and she takes a deep breath, ignoring the tightness in her chest. Unable to help the reaction welling up inside of her, she brings up her free hand, held tightly in a ball, and rubs her eyes, sulkily whimpering.

[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

That had been a lot of information to take in, but it had filled in the gaps in Sparhawks mind. To him, it certainly looked like he'd been given another purpose. Admittedly, this Stacey wasn't as polite about it as Bhelliom, but the intentions in both cases were the same.

Ehlana would understand. For that matter, this could be another variant on Ghnomb's endless moment, and she wouldn't even realise that Sparhawk was gone.

Still, he would do his best to help. And that meant, introductions.

The big knight's voice was husky, raised slightly to make sure that he was heard. "My name is Sir Sparhawk. I am the Interim Preceptor of the Pandion Church Knights, and I am willing to help."

Short and to the point.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Hearing Sparhawk's title, Geoff approached. He was feeling a little lost, though he'd never admit it, among these people from the supposed future. Even if this man wasn't from the same place as he - Chaucer had never heard of this 'Pandion' order - he seemed to at least come from a similar society.

Still naked, he swept a slight bow before the knight. "A pleasure, m'lord. I'm sure your services will be much more useful in such a setting than my own."

Not strictly true, no, but not strictly false either.

[maninthemachine.livejournal.com]

"Evening, folks," said the 7 foot tall full body cyborg towards the back of the crowd.

"Name's Briareos Hecatonchires, but if that's too much of a mouth full, call me Bri. Been an ESWAT officer for the past couple years, and I specialize in sniping and breaching maneuvers. Also piloted a Landmate once or twice, but I'm not exactly an expert on that sort of thing."

A pause.

"And before anyone asks: Cyborg. Not a robot."

[prettycoolguy]

"I would've guessed powered armor, if that makes you feel any better."

Considering some of the rumors that float around about Spartan II's, the Chief can sympathize. Sort of.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

The old man—his age seems to never stay quite constant, now, and the lines on his face are deeper than they were a day ago—he steps forward, trying as best he can to momentarily claim everyone's attention. "It's nice to meet you all." (His tone is vaguely insincere.)

"Please, call me Wednesday. This place is a spiritual wasteland," (he's lying) "and so I'm rather weaker than I'd like" (he's not) "but that said, I'd like to offer my services as an occultist, if you have a little blood or heartache to spare on whatever the issue at hand is."

His hand taps the hilt of the scimitar in the scabbard hanging from his waist. "I've also picked up quite a bit of martial training. I'm out of practice for most, but if you can name a fighting art, I can probably help you with it."

[stalkersuperman.livejournal.com]

West approves of this message of not dying. It appeals to his healthy sense of self-preservation.

"West Rosen," he says, trying with a fair amount of success not to look as intimidated by all the weird and wonderful goings-on as he actually is. "I can fly when I think happy thoughts, and I kick ass in high school debate club."

(Well, in his opinion he wins all the debates. Which, uh, that's what really counts, right? Right?)