Possessions Grab AND Meet-up! Let's multi-task!

[cityship]

While the newly pod-released members of the crew happened to mostly miss each other in the Pod Caverns and the clothing chamber, they all happen to congregate in the Weapons and Possessions Lockers at the same time. This cavernous warehouse of a chamber has shelves and shelves and racks of belongings and weapons that go off as far as the eye can see. Everything from massive sidearms to impossibly huge swords, to Hello Kitty lunchboxes.

Their own belongings are here near the front--they've been moved to make finding them more easy, but it will take a bit of hunting.

Either way, they won't be searching alone. Everyone's piling in at the same time.

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[helipack-jack.livejournal.com]

Jack makes an absolute BEELINE for his helipack, picking out the design on the back almost instantly. Oh and... is that the Monkey Staff? He snatches that up too, feeling more secure with the Shen Gong Wu in hand. No sign of his evil coat though, which is annoying.

[spoilerpatrol.livejournal.com]

River doesn't have many possessions she absolutely needs, but several that she would very much appreciate having. She's moving from shelf to shelf quickly but methodically, pushing aside various belongings - a gun, or possibly a hairdryer, a few mobile communications devices, a bookbag...

Nothing she recognizes, none of it hers. A little organization wouldn't hurt here...

[mysyringe.livejournal.com]

As River searches through various things, so does Rika. Eventually paths have to cross, particularly when the girl pulls a rectangular looking case from among one of the piles closest to the woman.

[spoilerpatrol.livejournal.com]

River looks up at her, and smiles a little. River's generally friendly, even in the most stressful situations, unless and until someone does something to annoy her. "You wouldn't have happened to see a diary? Blue, cover looks a bit like a pair of doors..." She'll be very put out if that's not here.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean doesn't have many possessions to begin with, honestly. He travels with Sam all over, so the majority of his things fit in a duffel bag, or in his precious car. Which, speaking of the Metallicar, isn't here.

"Pfft, she said possessions. A car counts as a possession!" He shouts up at the ceiling, before going through the rest of the stuff.

He manages to find his necklace, which is a relief, and that goes on immediately. Eventually he ends up with that and a handgun, and figures if he needs something else, he'll come back. If he can find the place.

Dean doesn't care, he's got his gun.

[anaturaltalent.livejournal.com]

"A car?" Kaylee's found her toolbox, which had everything in it that it should've, including a little bottle of cheap purfume, a hairstick, and some extra patches to sew on any holes she'd get in her jumpsuit. She is pleased by this, and has twisted her hair up and out of her way.

She's pretty much the picture of adorably sexy right about now, and the narration don't mind saying so.

"One'a those four-wheelers, internal combustion engine? Ain't never got to see one'a those," Kaylee muses wistfully.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

And Dean, being the horndog he is, notices. But he won't say anything yet, just gives her a grin and glances her over. Then it's back to looking at his gun, making sure the thing's working right. It's obvious he knows the gun inside and out, and his examination's done in seconds.

"Yeah, a car. My car," he replies, finding the holster that's appeared on his jumpsuit. He hates the jumpsuit, by the way, and he hates having the gun in plain sight.

"... You've never seen a car? Lady, where have you been for the last fifty years?" Dean jokes, thinking she's kidding around.

[mysyringe.livejournal.com]

Rika, like most, is combing through things for her possessions. She'd managed to get cleaned up, sporting that dashing jumpsuit everyone else is wearing.

She's rooting through a random pile of things right now.

[syrus-fire.livejournal.com]

He's clothed, thank whatever mercy exists. Clothed and clean. He doesn't have much--just what he was wearing, his eyepatch and his gloves--but those few items are important to him. So he's relieved they weren't lost completely.

Although the treasure hunt is a little unnecessary.

[faceofboeshane]

Jack's been scanning the crowds, nothing the mix of people with some interest. It seems like a motley enough assortment, but if they've all been kidnapped for a reason... Well. One reason to avoid categorizing people by appearance.

But when he spots someone whose posture just screams military, it's only natural that he come and say hello.

"Interesting place they've got here," he murmurs. "Of course, I'd be more intrigued by the architecture if we hadn't been dragged here against our wills..."

[anaturaltalent.livejournal.com]

Kaylee doesn't have to look for long, considering her toolbox is not exactly the smallest thing around. She makes a little happy noise and beelines to it, opening it and going through the contents to ensure that everything's there. Yes, there's the wrenches and the hammer and small rubber mallet. Oh, and the little compartment of personal items (as if all the tools themselves weren't personal items) - a little bottle of purfume, rarely used, a hair stick (which she pulls out and uses to twist her hair up and out of the way as soon as she sees it), a tiny sewing kit with a couple needles and two colours of thread, and a couple of patches, in case she ripped her jumpsuit.

The amount of glee being expressed over the toolbox (which has flowers painted on it) is kind of epic and adorable.

[syrus-fire.livejournal.com]

Young omen with toolboxes. This at least might be a person who can explain something to him, if she's anything like the Rockbells' daughter. He walks up cautiously, unsure how she might react to a stranger.

"I don't want to interrupt your reunion... but are you a mechanic?"

[faceofboeshane]

So. Jack's dressed, and looking for his things now. He thinks the coat might be too much to ask, but if he can just find his wrist-strap...

And then a quick scan of the room reveals a familiar profile... No. Couldn't be.

And oh, there's his stuff. His gun, a holster, his Agency Wrist Device... He fastens it on his wrist with a barely-audible sigh of relief. And, on the next shelf over... A sonic blaster/cannon. He knows that gun. He knows it intimately. The thing is, he'd forgotten to pick it up on his last couple of trips to the TARDIS, so what's it doing here?

He picks the gun up, turning it over in his hands. The weight, the grip... Yeah, that's his blaster, all right. Weird.

[spoilerpatrol.livejournal.com]

River, after locating her diary and psychic paper - which may not be hers exactly, but it's psychic paper nevertheless, and it's not like it's easy to tell apart - starts glancing around the room, until she notices...

Oh, no. It couldn't be... yes, yes, it is. And he has her blaster.

She walks calmly up to him, without preamble or warning, and snatches the blaster from his hands with a cool smile. "That's mine, thank you..." She should probably be more surprised to see him here, but her life is a special one, and so - she assumes - is the life of a Time Agent. Even a defected one.

[shinichimigi.livejournal.com]

Shinichi and Migi don't have many possessions either, mostly because they weren't planning on going anywhere, if memory serves, before whatever happened here.

"You aren't sensing any of your kind, are you?" Shinichi asks.

"No. ALthough it's hard to tell how big this thing is, any others here might be too far away. I hope there aren't any though."

"It would be easier to concentrate on finding out what happened if we didn't have to fight" Shinichi agreed.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_man_of_steel_/]

He's last to the party...fortunately, what he came for is very easily discernable, especially with a quick sweep of x-ray vision.

He lands (as he flew in), reaches into a pile...and pulls out a long, red cape with his more familiar "S" logo on it. It wasn't TOO far off what the hologram had etched into his chest.

He then looked around...nothing else. Not even his glasses. Given what the hologram had explained about his situation, that might be for the best.

He attaches the cape to the back of his suit. Strangely, it fits perfectly, as if the hologram knew that it would be there.

It's only then that he begins to look at the assembled.

[mysyringe.livejournal.com]

One of the assembled is, naturally, Rika. She's apparently traipsed off again to look for her other items and gives something of a chuckle - a rather not-little-girl one - when she pulls out a bottle of Furude family vintage wine. "Well at least there is this."

[potentialmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Hego! Didn't know you were here too!"

[i-am-that-jerk.livejournal.com]

It takes some digging, and sidestepping to avoid any excess brushing up against the organics milling about, but Sentinel manages to find his shield, complete with the hilt for his energy lance.

"Time to go to work..." Whatever was going on here, there are Decepticons to be dealt with. That took priority.

[helipack-jack.livejournal.com]

Jack has found his goggles. Unfortunately, Sentinel happens to be in his way to go retrieve them. That's... an awfully big robot. But it's a robot, right? Jack practically breathes and bleeds robots, it shouldn't be hard to deal with.

"Hey, metal man! Move it or lose it!"

Nobody ever said he was going to be polite about it. Being sarcastic helps cover up how nervous he really is even though he has, for the most part, clamped down on the part of himself that wants to run jibbering in terrified circles for now.

[compromise-wolf.livejournal.com]

One-Leaf-Ear is less concerned about finding anything in the lockers, and more concerned with figuring out what's going on. It looks as if she's stumbled into some joint project between Wyrm and Weaver, but there's been a definite lack of fomori, Spirals, or anything else troubling her.

The lack of violence so far is actually putting her more on edge.

Her hackles are up and her ears are splayed to the side indecisively as she cautiously follows after the trail of scent's she picked up-largely human ones, it seems. She isn't sure what to make of such a mundane scent in such a bizarre place, and so she approaches the chamber cautiously.

[spoilerpatrol.livejournal.com]

River's just located her psychic paper when she turns and sees... a wolf, moving through the doorway. She's seen a few different varieties of wolf before - they've been driven to extinction and rebuilt by geneticists several times by her time period - but she's less concerned at the moment working out what kind of wolf it is than figuring out whether it's going to attack her or anyone else in the room.

She eyes it for a moment, completely still, trying not to do anything to provoke it. Psychic paper does absolutely nothing to deter hungry carnivores.

"I suppose it's too much to ask that you're tame. Or sentient."

Rallying Together

[cityship]

"Attention, podmates. It is critical that you pay attention."

Andromeda's hologram is weak here, and flickering.

[mysyringe.livejournal.com]

Rika turns from her digging attempts to look over to the hologram. At least she found her syringe and kit - not that it would do her much good. She would have much rather found the knife.

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

Brenda can tell she's the latecomer when the hub drops her off at the Weapons and Possessions Locker.

She spots the very few things that are hers right away. Her pocket knife, a birthday gift from Jaime's parents, and her mothers necklace. They're clustered together on a shelf not far from the entrance. She's suddenly terribly glad that she was wearing the necklace when she was walking earlier, thinking irrationally that maybe it wouldn't be here for her to have if she hadn't put it on before she headed to school.

But, well, nothing about this alien spaceship business is rational right now. She grabs her necklace and wanders over to join the crowd that seems to have gathered around a new holographic woman.