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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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"...Oh, I don't know. Normal people. There's police officers and scientists too," She mused and shrugged after a few seconds' pause. She leaned her head over and nuzzled the little Eve idly.
It was probably, at least a little bit, obvious that she was attempting to dodge the subject or not elaborate fully.
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"Most people here have powers or brains or some kind of badass fighting skills," Paco said with a shrug, then dropped the subject. "I can show you the city later, if you want. Or the cafeteria. You guys hungry? The food's kind of bland, but it's...food-like."
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“Eve.”
Ignoring the urge to ask what a police officer was, or what Paco had meant by ‘powers’, she thought only of her stomach.
”I’m hungry…”
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"I think that's a yes. The cafeteria would be nice, thank you," She murmured softly and tousled the girl's hair playfully, directing a small smile in Paco's direction.
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Then again, she didn't seem to bothered by it...
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Looking down curiously, both at the grown figure holding her and then at herself the smaller blinked away the thoughts and smiled at Paco. At least the prospect of food wasn’t so confusing.
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Turning her attention back to Paco, she clicked her tongue softly and shrugged again. "It is not the most pressing matter at the moment. Looks like she's busy, and feeding the little one is more important in my opinion," She smiled down to the little Eve.
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"Food it is," he said cheerfully. "Yo, Jaime, can you drop the shield so we can get the squirt here some nutritious glop?"