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Meeting
"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.]
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.]
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"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."
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"Doctor?" she gasped. "They've got you, too, then?"
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"I'm sorry, I don't actually know you, do I?"
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"Daleks moved Earth? What? What?!"
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"Let's, um, just forget I said anything, yeah?" She clutched her hands into fists.
Clearly, this is all Jack's fault. Something about this very situation needs to be put in the handbook.
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"So, you haven't found out what's going on then?" she asked. "I mean, givin' the way Jack talks, I would have thought you'd have us all out of here by now."
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"Well, that seems like a good place to start, then," she tried to force optimism into her voice. "We'll find her," she said.
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"If she's on the ship it's just a matter of time, really."
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"Well, why we waitin' around then?" she asked. "How big is this ship?"
Sorry, Doctor. Losing Gwen Cooper is going to be a bit of a challenge.
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"Waiting for the Master to catch up. Think he got distracted by something, does that. Short attention span. Wouldn't tell him you're one of Jack's. Though, he probably already knows."
Though that was possibly a reason to keep her away from the Master. The only question was; easier by keeping her away or keeping her close?
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Gwen shifted uncomfortably. This sounded like something else Jack didn't tell her, but she didn't want to let on quite how much she didn't really know.
"I'll keep that in mind," she said, peering around. "Doesn't much care for Jack, then, does he?"
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Then, it occurs to him who they're talking to, "Oh, that's right-- you two haven't been introduced. I gave her paid vacation last time. One thing I will say about that handsome cad, the working hours he hands out are murder."
"Come to think of it, we haven't been introduced," A hand goes out to Gwen. The shit-eating, Widdecombe-seducing grin goes into overdrive, "Saxon, Harry. P.M."
And to the prescient matter, he whispers to the Doctor, "Psst! That bloody Poddington Pea (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poddington_Peas) has made himself cozy in the labs. I need those!"
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"Master..." His tone was meant to be warning, but a little pleading might have leaked into it. Turning his head slightly he hissed back,
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She shot a careful look at the Doctor, and lowered her voice. "P.M.? Is he some kinda nutter?"
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"Wait, ya mean Harold Saxon?" She was annoyed with herself, for how long it had taken the name and face to click. We're blaming it on culture shock. "Yeah, I'd say was. Considering you're supposed to be dead."
She glanced at the Doctor, deciding to let his comment slide. For now.
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