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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.

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"Everyone, please do not be alarmed by the wall of blue energy. Blue Beetle here is producing it to block out Stacy's sensors, so that she can't hear our discussion. We also have two of our telepaths monitoring and blocking off any telepathic interference on Stacy's part."

The woman that steps forward and speaks has the bearing of a police officer or soldier. They've all seen her, motoring around, ordering around the people who have been there for a long time (and therefore she knew were capable and would follow orders right away), doing things like blocking off Escherville and the Yeerk pool, and cleaning up and salvaging the junk from the Yeerk's machine.

"My name is Cybil Bennett. For now, I am the acting captain of this crew. If anyone here believes they are more qualified to serve in that capacity, prove yourself to the crew and I may well hand command over, but for now, you'll do as I say, when I say it, because your life may depend on it. We're certainly going to discuss chain of command today, because this group has gotten large and is getting larger and that means we need command structure."

She goes on, "I know to some of you, this is sounding rather military, but our situation is as stands: We are trapped on this ship. We don't know who took us or why. And twice, we've been attacked, first by large insect-like creatures, and recently by parasitic brain slugs that took over crew members and made them infest and attack others--creatures, in turn, that were apparently captives of this ship themselves. We have to assume that we are in very real danger, we know from experience we need to know how to fight side by side, and we need to be able to fight in a more cohesive unit than we are currently capable of, especially since we don't know who we may have to fight to get this ship turned around to take us all home."

She folds her hands behind her back.

"Those of you that haven't done this before, I would like you to introduce yourselves, and share what skills and training you're comfortable sharing. We may need to rely on those skills later, as a group, and that means we need to know them. After this meeting, already existing crew members will introduce themselves to you in turn. We're also going to discuss standing issues on the ship, democratically, the most important of which is how we're getting the hell off this boat."

She adds, "The first thing I have to point out, before we get started, is that it's been communicated to us that some of us are fictional characters in each other's worlds. This doesn't mean any of us are not real--it simply means that everything has to be real somewhere, and we've been told that the stories of our exploits somehow are able to transverse universes to a writer's head somewhere else. In essence, it also means you may be recognized by someone else and they may have intimate details of your life--or you may recognize them in turn. We've chosen to look at this as some of us simply being unlikely celebrities."

She finishes, "Now, who wants to go first?"

"I'll go," a hand shoots up from somewhere in the crowd. Oh great. It's Mr. Happy and Cooperative.

Sawyer glanced around the gathering for a moment then turned his attention directly on Cybil. "Who the hell put you in charge?"

Cybil looks mildly amused, because she was expecting this any day now.

"The ship did. Everyone else went with it, because none of 'em wanted the job."

"Really? The 'ship' put you in charge. Of all of us?" He looked around at the group again. "The same 'ship' that kidnapped us, stripped us, and stashed us away in giant, goo-filled pods? Why the hell should we give a damn who this ship says is in charge? Ya ask me, that's the last damn person we oughtta be listenin' to."

A nearby crewmate snorts quietly. "Spoken like a true newb. Some decent critical thinking there, though, gotta commend you for that."

A damn Yank, by the sound of his Bronx accent.

"I'm the Middleman. I'm my Earths frontline defense against, well, the most succint description would be comic-book-style evil. I'm also a former Navy Seal, but was discharged for disobeying an order and for punching my CO in the face for giving said order, which was for me to leave my fellow soldiers behind to die."

Dean's hanging back out of the crowd, mostly because he's not too big on having to deal with all these people at once. But he does look interested at the idea of being able to do something. Dean isn't someone who likes to sit around and do nothing.

"Name's Dean," he says loudly. "And what I wanna know is where me 'n' Sam are gonna be fitting in on this whole command structure thing."

"Danny Fenton, for you new guys. Half-Ghost superhero, and yes, in my world that is possible. DOn't want to get into why, as it would take to long, but before someone asks, my parentd are both 100% human."

"I am called Bella," explains the grey wolf sitting to one side of the meeting space. "I am Garou. I am an Ahroun of the Get of Fenris. I am a warrior, I know how to fight and to hunt."

"I do not know where I stand in this pack, but I will trust the judgment of Cybil-rhya for now."

"Ron Stoppable's the name, and this here is my buddy Rufus. We've helped save the world once or twice, and not to brag or anything, but I'm a master of Monkey Kung Fu. Also a decent cook, and a pretty good running back."

"Monkey kung fu, huh?" Jack says, smoothing a thumb across the head of the Monkey Staff absently.

Dean can't help but stare at this point. Half-ghosts, he can handle. Talking wolves? Not so much. Dean blinks a few times and rubs at his eyes.

"Jeeze, I have got to get more sleep." Dean mutters.

"Cool!"

"Nathan Petrelli for you newcomers. I was a pilot in the Navy, worked as an assistant DA, also was elected to Congress once."

He went to sit down, and then added as an afterthought, "And I fly." A shrug.

Cue Mr. Happy and Co-operative number two. It's entirely possible that he hasn't left the roof since he was gestated.

"Okaaay, firstly; I'm you're friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. I can do this," I'm-hanging-frome-the-ceiling jazz hands are go, "and sew the pants off you, then back on again... amongst other totally dope things."

A zipline puts him roughly at eye level with those polite enought to stand on the floor.

"Secondly; this whole command structure dealy? Yeah, not workin' for me. They got rid of the draft for a reason, and I don't like to blow my own horn but word on the street is that I'm something of a trendsetter. I'm serious, my merch sells faster than Obama shirts."

Is he supposed to know about those yet? "But thirdly, I have been in an environment very similar to what I think this is. Last week, in fact, and I think I might be of some help there."

Someone shut him up before he launches into Les Miserables. If only for Javert's sake.

Shawn narrows his eyes at Sawyer. "Aren't you fron that show that's been taking too long to get to the damn point?"

"Jack Spicer. Evil boy genius. Prince of darkness. Robot builder extraordinaire," Jack says, introducing himself with the air of the slick, suave super villain he wishes he were a tenth of.

"And in case anyone's going to ask, no I'm not going to betray anybody right now. I know better than to do things that are gonna get me killed."

"Are you like that one (Bella looks toward Sawyer) who doesn't like that he can understand me?"

She seems to be calm and polite, but there's a sort of edge of "Oh bother not this again" to it.

"If he's a prince of darkness, I'm Queen Victoria," Wednesday mutters.

"Pardon me while I have a fangasm"

Allen sounds quite serious.

"There might be seizures involved. I'm counting on the rest of you to make sure I don't swallow my tongue. Foaming at the mouth is a distinct possibility."

Spider-Man! This is a good thing! Pat's already had his ass saved by the other hero before, so seeing him is a good thing.

Or would be, if not for one little, minor thing. The minor thing that's making Pat have to physically the part of Toxin that's hanging out of his shoulder and hissing furiously, while the rest of the symbiote is attempting to go into suit form, tendrils bursting out and lashing wildly.

"Dammit, kid, settle down!" he mutters to Toxin, before glancing away from the symbiote. "Uh-you know you've got Venom attached to you, right?"

He'd assume so-which brings up a whole lot more questions-but really, it seems like a good thing to check.

"Well, damn. If I had known Spider-Man was in the building, I would've worn nicer shoes." Dean jokes, staring at said superhero. Of course, he's secretly in awe. Really, what overgrown teenager wouldn't be?

"If he's a prince at all," Zuko agrees, "Then I'm the Princess of the Fire Nation."

Sawyer scowled, obviously not catching onto the whole 'he's from a fictional show on Shawn's world' aspect of things.

"Ya callin' me slow, Metro-Man? 'Cause if ya want quick I'll be more than happy to show ya fast I can kick your ass up and down this muscle-bucket and out the first airlock I can find."

"Yup. Got hit with the monkey mojo, and got mas kung-fu skills. Well later anyways. Used to just come and go."

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