Meeting of the Minds

[cityship]

After the initial confusion of the pod release, the podlings have been allowed to wander at their discretion around the living area.

However, even though no one really pointed it out, people might find themselves drawn to a large oblong room at the one end. All of the hallways just seemed to lead there, for some strange reason.

The ceiling was massively tall, and shaped like a semi-circular dome. This sight would greet anyone who entered. There were fleshy couches and chairs for those that wished to sit down.

It looked, quite accurately, like a place people were meant to gather.

And gather they would.

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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Well, so much for finding her costume, though this suit was useful with pockets when she needed them, and she found her belt for her sword. Better yet, she still had her fighting staves and her bow and arrows.

Now Kate was wandering into a larger room, and staring at the artwork. And then the chairs and couches.

...All right, she can stand. Standing's fine.

[fluffinasuit.livejournal.com]

The Doctor wandered over, twisted off paper bag in hand. His own suit is riddled with pockets for various things; yo-yo, wind-up mouse, stethoscope... He almost didn't look scrawny! Definitely a bonus there.

He twisted the bag open, offered it to her. "I'm the Doctor. Jelly baby?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Raised eyebrow back at him, and Kate simply replied, "No. Thank you though, and just Doctor? Nothing else?"

Odd codename. Usually it's Dr. Strange, or Dr. Doom, or something more.

[x-girl-pryde.livejournal.com]

Kitty Pryde wandered into the room, carrying her laptop and a plush purple dragon, amongst other objects.

She dumped her stuff on one of the oddly shaped chairs and pulled at her jumpsuit.

It still felt weird and uncomfortable.

Can I have my original costume back please?

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

I wish. He honestly hadn't meant to overhear her thoughts. But the headache was messing with his ability to shield.

Jono had flopped into one of the other chairs, doing his best to ignore the way that they felt because it was just weird but not that much weirder than being pulled into another world to restart a glamour machine. Or following around a pooka.

Or the duck. God, he couldn't forget the duck.

[x-girl-pryde.livejournal.com]

Kitty stared at the direction from which she thought the voice in her head had come.

She gave the guy a dumbfounded look.

Generally speaking, unless it was...well, not that they were around anymore...but unless it was Professor X or Jean Grey's voice...she wasn't all that used to having voices in her head.

What, am I the only non-telepath here?

[ten-nyson.livejournal.com]

Ben peeked into the room.

"Uh, anybody in here?"

[a-short-youth.livejournal.com]

"I'm anybody."

Lucca sat cross-legged in one of the fleshy chairs, sketching in a small notebook in her lap. Having retrieved her belongings, she'd raced to record her initial impressions, then tried to sketch a rough map of what she'd seen so far. She'd retrieved her glasses, and her omnipresent helmet was at last returned to it's place of honor. At least it didn't clash too much with her new jumpsuit, which bulged with pockets and clips for her pistol, tools and other gear. Would be handy...if the constant pulsing weren't still driving her nuts.

"Any idea what's going on? Sta'c k'lathpthhh---Sta'c k'ltrr--Gah"--She shrugged in defeat--"Stacy wouldn't give me anything useful."

[ten-nyson.livejournal.com]

"I'm gonna say it probably has something to do with aliens, but that's just because it always ends up involving aliens for me." Ben said, sitting down in the seat in front.

"Name's Ben Tennyson."

[found-myway.livejournal.com]

"Yeah."

The heavily scarred boy does not look pleased by this fact. Or anything at all.

However, he IS sitting on one of the fleshy couches, as if in defiance of the whole room's offputting appearance.

They may have stopped him from reaching his destiny, but they've got another thing coming if they think they can stop him from sitting when he wants.

Yeah.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"I hope I'm not the only one rather disconcerted by all this," says a large, weathered-looking man who's claimed a spot near the center of the room. He's generally unremarkable to look at it (perhaps but for the subtly odd quality of his right eye), but his mind, should there happen to be any telepaths paying attention, is inhumanly labyrinthine deep - though his surface thoughts do little more than echo what he's said.

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

"Nope, definitely not the only one." Danny said as looked at his surroundings.

"This place just oozes creepy."

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't feel right," Wednesday says solidly, looking Danny over - his head twisted to the right just slightly. "There's nothing... made here. No proper craftsman's heart to it."

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

The trip to what 'Stacy' called the 'Possessions and Weapons Locker' proved to be more rewarding than Sam had expected--which, given 'Stacy's' concept of answering questions and providing 'clothes,' wasn't much. After arriving, he'd found a odd-looking 'locker' with some of his things placed inside. Unfortunately, none of them were his clothes, which meant he was stuck wearing the dark green--so dark that it appeared black in low light--jumpsuit thing that he'd been slathered in by the touchy-feely tentacle room.

It was while he was gathering his things that Sam discovered some of the few benefits that the suit afforded. There was a sling on his back to hold his pistol-gripped 12-gauge shotgun, another holster-like pocket for his chromed Beretta 92fs, a sheath on his back--running perpendicular to the shotgun sling--for the two-foot long machete he'd used when he and Dean had taken out a nest of vampires in Colorado, and a pair of angled pockets on each side of his chest to store the silver bullets for the Beretta and rock-filled shot gun shells for the 12 gauge. There was even a small pocket at his waist for his cell-phone--which, aside from the camera function, was practically worthless since he wasn't getting any kind of signal.

But Sam sighed in relief at the most important item in the entire locker: his father's journal, filled with every bit of information on every kind of supernatural being John Winchester had come across or learned about from second-hand sources, along with a multitude of supernatural rites.

After collecting his things, Sam had gone back to the hub only to be taken to what 'Stacy' described as the 'Observation Deck' where he was told some of the other 'chosen' had gone. Entering the room, he arched an eyebrow as he looked over the half-dozen or so other people that were already in the room. While he recognized none of them, he noted that each and every one was dressed in a suit identical to his own.

He eyed each and everyone of them suspiciously, remembering the last time he'd woken up in a strange place with a bunch of people he'd never met before--it hadn't ended well.

Don't trust any of them, he thought to himself, completely unaware than any of the other people were capable of reading his mind. Not until you find Dean.

[lieutenantkara.livejournal.com]

Kara Thrace wandered into the room, her recently-found bag over her shoulder, and scanned the room's occupants for people who might look like they knew what was going on. A couple of young girls, a skinny guy with a goofily cheerful expression, a kid, an old guy who looked like some kind of refugee, guy in a mask...a winner was Sam! "Hey," she said, tilting her chin up in a half-nod of greeting. "Did you just get slimed and tentacled too? Got any information on what the frak this is all about?"

While she was starting to relax, the stress of the whole situation was still fraying at her edges and her calm was definitely only surface deep. She glanced back to see if Harper was still following.

[notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com]

Yeah, yeah, he was there. Not paying much attention, given the surroundings, but there. Course, he'd likely be wandering off before too long to poke at the giant... statue... thing, but only one he decided it wasn't going to eat anybody.

[thenameissam.livejournal.com]

Sam glanced down at the blonde who seemed to be carrying herself in a kind of 'bad ass' posture. He shook his head, stealing a moment to glance around at the occupants of the room again before returning his attention to the blonde. "Aside from the overly-friendly ficus back that way?" Sam answered, gesturing with his thumb at the door he'd just come through. "Nope, not a thing," he confessed, then extended his hand. "I'm Sam."

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Connor makes his way in, Murphy in tow. He's feeling jumpy and suspicious, though the reacquisition of their rosaries and impressive array of weaponry (and his rope! His rope was here! ...Murphy had laughed.) He looked around, noting exits and people, nudging Murphy whenever he saw something of interest.

He wasn't sure he liked this place- he was pretty sure it creeped him out, really- but they'd have to deal while they were trapped here.

Still, at least there were people. People are fun! ...Well, unless they had to kill anyone, but they might make friends!

[buddyofchrist.livejournal.com]

Ew. Ew. Graven Objects. Creepy Graven Objects.

"Yyyyyeah, gonna go with standing. No offence, Stacy."

[tamaranean.livejournal.com]

Kory really had no personal belongings.

She walked into the room dressed in the odd uniform they had given her. She felt uncomfortable in it. Too covered up. Too clothed.

She tossed her fiery locks over her shoulder, her green eyes looking around.

This was weird.

Not weirder than any place she had ever been - and Kory had been to some really weird places - but...still weird.

[speedolight.livejournal.com]

"-stupid slime, stupid tentacles, stupid mysterious voice, stupid lack of tights-" Wally grumbled as he stomped into the area.

[tamaranean.livejournal.com]

Starfire sees the familiar face walk into the room.

Her eyes widen in shock and pleasure.

"Wally?!"

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Well, he got his stuff, what little there was. At least there's his eyepatch again so people don't have to stare at the empty eye socket.

Xander slowly walked into the room.

"...Holy frijole...Did somebody hire Hell's interior decorator?"

[speedolight.livejournal.com]

"More like Darkseid's interior decorator I'd think. Uh, name's Wally West by the way."

Poor Wally, he has no idea what his name will probably mean to Xander.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

An eyepatch. That's interesting. Wednesday wanders his way over to Xander and Wally, offering a hand to anyone who will take it. "Most people call me Mr. Wednesday. Can I ask how you lost your eye?" Well, that's a blunt question. Of course, one or both of the two might notice that the man's right eye doesn't look quite right, being that it's a glass substitute.