Where do they get all those wonderful toys?

[cityship]

The Hub spat the newly-clothed crew members out into the Weapons and Possessions Locker one by one. The place looked like a warehouse, and not a particularly well-organized one. Things were everywhere -- on the floor, stacked on top of each other, hanging off of things...

Either someone had ransacked the place, or Stacy had hired a tornado to do her filing and sorting.

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[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

Fitz had been squirming around the second the suit had hit his skin, uncomfortable in the skintight pulsing..whatever it was.

He found his locker, still rolling his shoulders awkwardly, and beamed widely as it opened, giving a little whoop at the first good news since he had woken up.

His locker was full to bursting with carton upon carton of cigarettes.

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"Y'know, those things'll kill ya," coos a voice from above. If he looks up, he'll see someone dressed in a skin-tight black bodysuit trying to get at his own locker, "Do you really want to go out with bad breath?"

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

Fitz jumps a little. He's the nervy type.

"Hasn't killed me yet." And plenty has, so.

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"Neither have age or hydrogen-filled zeppelins," he replies, anxiously ripping the 'PETER PARKER' tag from his locker, "You should always prepare for the worst."

Would you look at that; his own locker houses a pair of the mechanical web shooters he no longer uses, plus as many cannisters of webbing as Fitz's has packs of cigarettes. Another shelf is piled with spider-tracers, along with his belt-mounted camera. His DSLR sits next to it.

"Say cheese," he pulls the DSLR from the locker, snaps Fitz, then pops it back on its shelf.

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

"Thanks, but I think 'm good." Fitz peers curiously into his locker; the webbing, like the costume, mean nothing to him.

He jumps slightly. "Oi, what?"

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

Cassie has no desire to delay. She's working through the shock, and if she can't channel her feelings into breaking things and beating the life out of the people she hates most right now, she'll focus it on finding her lasso. That lasso, right now, is what matters most.

The lasso's glow is a dead giveaway for its location, and she's not shy about pushing a pile of other things over to get it free from the bottom. Once its in her hands, and neatly coiled up in her hand, Cassie feels herself calm a bit more.

[ravaged-rose.livejournal.com]

Rose's arrival is less entrance and more rampage. She catches sight of her cowl and swords in a pile which is currently being displaced by a blonde girl and storms over to free them from the castoff.

"Hey, watch where you're throwing other people's stuff!"

The swords in their holster go straight on her back first and foremost, and the cowl stays in her hand as she fishes for her eye patch and the rest of her battle gear. She finds the patch tangled around something that looks like a massive carved animal tooth.

"Dammit, I don't even get my SHOES back?"

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

Cassie straightens up, stepping through the piles of personal items, and when she looks up, her eyes narrow, just slightly.

"Sorry. I needed this," she says, holding up her lasso, just slightly. She then loops it over her arm, wishing she had a proper hook on her belt for it.

Her eyes flick away, and she picks a hair tie out of a pile. She pauses to pull her hair up in a ponytail, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. They're still damp from the alien sludge.

"As long as I get my lasso, I don't care what shoes they give me."

[ravaged-rose.livejournal.com]

Rose finally looks over and gets a good stare in at the sound of that familiar voice.

"Oh god, YOU'RE here too? This just gets better every second..."

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

She stares back.

"I'm sorry? I don't know you."

She goes back to picking through the piles, hoping to find her costume, or something familiar. Anything.

[cowsquirtdrinkr.livejournal.com]

"Goodness, gracious, Great Balls of Fire! The Middle-Gun, the Middle-Jacket, and the Middle-Tie!" Said the Middleman, retrieving the three items excitedly.

[old-country-doc.livejournal.com]

Bones had followed Cassie into the room and started searching through the lockers and piles...until he found it, in one of the bottom halves of the lockers.

His phaser and his medkit. Wonder of wonders. He almost feels whole again. He looks through the kit. Hypospray unit. Tricorder, including medical attachment. Various and sundry other portable devices that should at least let him do rudimentary treatments as needed.

He breathes, relaxing a bit.

[cowsquirtdrinkr.livejournal.com]

"...Dr. Leonard "Bones" McCoy? The plot appears to be thickening like milk left out in the sun too long."

[old-country-doc.livejournal.com]

Bones looks up at the guy wearing the jacket and tie over the plantsuit. "How in the blue hell did you..."

[cowsquirtdrinkr.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Apologies. I'm the Middleman. I'm from a reality where you and your adventures are fictional. It's a common occurrence when one is traveling to other parts of the multiverse to meet people one knows from forms of entertainment, and this reveals a lot about our present situation."

[old-country-doc.livejournal.com]

"Really." McCoy said. "Hold still for a minute."

He gets out his tricorder and starts analyzing this "Middleman".

[firesoul-lol.livejournal.com]

When Rei encounters the sorry state of the room, her first thought is that it resembles Usagi's bedroom on a larger scale.

She clenches her fist and marches in with a sharp shake of the head. Dwelling about that won't solve anythiing. So she begins the task of sorting through the boxes. Knives here and pellets there, but nothing of any particular use to her.

After a while of digging, her eye is finally drawn to a golden symbol of Mars gleaming up from the bottom of a barrel. In an instant, the barrel's knocked over and the transformation pen is back in her hand. Having that piece of herself helps her confidence---she might not be sure what's going on or where she is, but no one messes with Sailor Mars.

[wendy-watson.livejournal.com]

Okay.

This?

This is too weird.

Wonder Girl. Ravager. Sailor Mars.

She picks up her equipment, her glasses, and some of her other things.

And then she goes back and joins the Middleman.

All of this with a straight face.

[cowsquirtdrinkr.livejournal.com]

"Alright Dubbie, considering our present circumstances, I believe it may be wise to forgo trying to keep the Middlemen secret here. In this case, trying to hide it would hinder rather than help."

[wendy-watson.livejournal.com]

Wendy nodded. "I was thinking the same thing. Plus, judging by all of the characters assembled here, this way you can go shine your badge in Captain Marvel's face - if he's here - and fanboy squeal about being a superhero too." She smiles brightly. "Don't worry, I'd do the same if I saw Kyle Rayner."

[cowsquirtdrinkr.livejournal.com]

"Really? Kyle Rayner? I always preferred Hal Jordan."

[mapquest-titan.livejournal.com]

When he arrived at the Weapons and Possessions Locker, Cale was still tugging on the collar of the so-called 'uniform' that he'd been provided in the tentacle room by the disembodied voice. It was one of the more unique experiences of Cale's nineteen-year life, and definitely not one he ever wanted to repeat. Being dressed by someone, or something, else like he were a helpless toddler wouldn't impress a normal man...and it sure as heck didn't improve the mood of an already perpetually angry teenager.

Cale moved through the Locker until, after an intensive search of containers upon containers--all of them locked, he finally found a small case with his name on it. Tiny was a more apt description since it appeared to be no bigger than one of those felt boxes that used to accompany jewelry on Earth. Rings, to be precise.

Sucking in a deep breath, Cale finally pried the box open--why it opened for him, he didn't know--to discover waiting for him the very thing he expected to find: his father's ring. Frowning as he pushed the snippet of memory of his father that had burst into his mind, Cale picked up the ring between his thumb and forefinger and held it up, eying it for several seconds, before he finally slipped it on.

[ravaged-rose.livejournal.com]

Rose taps him firmly on the shoulder, putting on an expression that is somehow a mixture of amiable and threatening. The threatening is sort of her default setting these days and the 'amiable' sits on top of it like an ill-fitting mask.

"Hey. You got any idea where the hell we are?"

'Hi, how are you?','I'm Rose, this is Cassie.', and 'What's your name?' get skipped without a second thought.

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

"Rose," Cassie says, frowning. "You could try a bit of diplomacy."

She offers Cale a tense smile.

[mapquest-titan.livejournal.com]

Cale frowns as he turns around to find himself confronted by two girls. Scratch that, one girl and a chick with an eye-patch.

"Yeah, actually, I do," he answered. He then traced an invisible circle around his body. "See that? That's my personal space...and you're in it."