cityship: (Stacy--Main AI)
cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-04-03 11:35 pm

Meet N' Greet

||All crew-mates. Please report to the Obs Deck to meet your new crew-mates.||

It's time for all the newbies to get a chance to have a formal meeting with the crew. Given the confusion of their arrival, that's probably a good thing.

Word gets out among the crew mates, spreading in a game of whisper down the meat-alley, that an informal crew meeting is what's happening, free from Stacy's prying ears, and sure enough, as soon as everyone's in the room, they're gestured to move in close, and a wall of blue energy goes up around them all.

((ooc note))

[identity profile] foursleeves.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 04:52 am (UTC)(link)
"Eeeeeewwww, where is it? I don't see it, is it on my back?!" So that's an 'I don't understand the question,' then.

[identity profile] likeapoison.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 04:57 am (UTC)(link)
"Tox, dammit!" Sorry, symbiote-wrangling.



Pat frowns, looking back to Spider-Man. "Uh. All over you? ...Honestly, I'm surprised he isn't flipping out, too."

Is this one of those alternate universe things again?

[identity profile] foursleeves.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 05:03 am (UTC)(link)
"What the language, bub." Because he assumes 'Tox' is in reference to something pretty lewd.

"What, this?" Peter pulls on his suit, "This is just a bodysuit. Keeps my modesty in check. Least, I think that's all it does."

He'd be worried, too, but for some reason his Spider-sense is oddly quiet. It had responded earlier, dimly, when Stacy had attempted to 'subdue' him, but now? Nada, zilch, the proverbial sod-all.

[identity profile] likeapoison.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 05:07 am (UTC)(link)
"What? No, Tox-Toxin. That's him," he says, gesturing towards the still-enraged symbiote that's trying to pry himself free from Pat's hands with several tendrils.

Must be a different universe, or a different timeline, or something.

"It definitely doesn't smell like it. And they're good at disgusing themselves." Toxin is apaprently a case in point here; the parts of Pat's clothing that haven't gone goopy and red or black look perfectly normal. "...You've heard of symbiotes, right?"

[identity profile] foursleeves.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 05:18 am (UTC)(link)
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up a couple of paces," he finally cuts himself free from the ceiling and uprights himself, "They? Who are they? Who are you, for that matter?"

[identity profile] likeapoison.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 05:25 am (UTC)(link)
Explanation time. Oh, fun.

"I'm Pat Mulligan, and he's-" he gestures as best he can with one hand that's now closer to claws than anything else- "Toxin. He's a symbiote. They're aliens that're...basically, they're goop. Smart goop."

The phrase 'goop' makes Toxin extend another tendril, whapping Pat upside the head. "What'd I tell you about that?" He shakes his head, looking back to Spider-Man. "Anyway, they're aliens. And according to what you told me-and this is probably one of those universe things like Cybil was talking about; the girl with the bow's from a similar one, too-they all started out when you brought a suit back from some weird space thing, and then it turned out to be an alien."

Toxin mutters.

"Kid, shut up. Please. And what'd I tell you about swearing?"

[identity profile] foursleeves.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
"Wait, space thing? You mean Battleworld?"

The guy seems to know his stuff, and the goop that flexes around him does have its similarities. But naw, that stuff's writhing of its own accord. And talking, apparently. His own suit is inanimate, it responds to his command, right?

[identity profile] likeapoison.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"I think that was the name." Pat shakes his head. "I was kind of more worried about the 'oh god, I have a baby alien attached to me' thing at the time, honestly. But yeah, they're not native. The ones I know were running around before we woke up here were Venom, Carnage and Tox."

He eyes Spidey's suit with a wary look, and the expression is mimicked by Toxin. "Honestly, I was kinda hoping to never see Venom or Carnage again."

[identity profile] foursleeves.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)
"Alright, alright," he rubs his eyes in thought, "I'm going to have to think about this. I never thought to try removing the suit before, and if I do now I have nothing to swap it for. I'd really rather not go wall-crawling with my butt hanging out."

He continues, "When we have time to spare, I'm going to need you to fill me in on everything you know about these symbiotes. In the meantime, I don't suppose there's any chance Reed Richards happened to get abducted too?"

[identity profile] likeapoison.livejournal.com 2009-04-05 12:54 am (UTC)(link)
"I know I can't remove Tox-he might make noise about running off, but it looks like he's stuck for now. I think it's an age thing. You might have better luck."

Pat shakes his head at the question. "Not that I know of. If he is here, he's probably already fighting that green kid for lab space."