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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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Ah, so it's time to tell the superhero story again. He glances at his wrist for a fraction of a second before answering Paco, as if to answer a call that can no longer reach him.
"Affirmative. Our town was protected by a super-powered task force known as the Power Rangers. They were a humanoid-shaped task force completely covered by color-coded armor. Whenever the monsters appeared, they arrived on the scene quickly and dispatched of them by summoning powerful robots as large as the monsters. Their technology was incredible!" There's a small smile on Billy's face at that. He'll allow himself a small moment of pride in his own work and hope Paco merely writes it off as geekiness.
"No one knew who or what they were, though, so a wide range of rumors about them persisted. Some say the Rangers were aliens from a distant galaxy, come to save a civilization they wanted to know more about. Others believe they were simply human beings with extraordinary technology at their disposal. Another theory suggests that they were cyborgs. In any case, the Rangers never failed to show up to defend the city. Even more surprisingly, they never asked for compensation for their work. They were an inspiration to all of us."
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Billy would learn that Paco tended to use "we" a lot in stories about the Blue Beetle's escapades. Just wait until he heard the one where Paco personally launched a rocket into space!
With a little help from Brenda and the mysterious master-hacker Oracle.Paco tilted his head to the side. "Yep, definitely super heroes. You want to watch those aliens-who-want-to-save-us-so-they-can-study-us though. That never works out well."
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There's a small smile and shake of the head. "That's certainly a possibility, but I doubt the Rangers have sinister intentions. The entire town has been captured in an alternate dimension several times, and the Rangers came to the city's aid each time."
Paco definitely draws Billy's curiosity. There's something about his seemingly casual attitude towards all the weirdness that he secretly admires. But there's one more question he has to ask:
"Do you have a personal experience with that sort of alien?"
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"Several times? Seriously? Man, you must be old hand at this alternate dimension stuff," Paco laughed. "You probably don't have anything to worry about anyway, my paranoia levels are just out of whack from being on this ship."
Paco already liked Billy. He'd noticed that Billy had made the effort to change his speechifying, which made Paco a hell of a lot more likely to make an effort to listen.
"Boy do I," he said, shaking his head. "They actually wanted to brainwash everyone, blow up part of the planet, and then sell us into slavery. Starting with my best friend." He pointed over at Jaime, who was still in his armor and holding up the shield. "Turns out that their mind-wipe tech didn't feel like mind-wiping."