The view was incredible. The notion that they'd been taken by aliens and were traveling on some kind of living ship that could travel between universes, let alone worlds, was unbelievable. the idea that they'd been forcibly conscripted into an army to fight some vague menace, a million miles away from home was enraging.
Yet, oddly, it didn't touch her as it probably should have. It didn't panic her.
She chalked it up to Silent Hill's influence on her. Apparently, nothing seemed to phase her now. Except maybe Jono's voice in her head. But why that bothered her so much as she floated in her sea of calm, she couldn't figure out. That he could do it didn't unnerve her; there was something else...
The familiarity of something that should be so strange.
"So this is how it us, huh?" Cybil muttered quietly. Thrown from one crazy thing into the next.
Andromeda'd said she'd been listed as Captain, right? For some inexplicable reason?
To Jono, she said, "You're right, but we need to canvas the area, see if we have everything we need to survive--if it's even SAFE to take it if the ship offers us it--and make sure there are no threats."
She wasn't a captain, by any means, but she could certainly do that "rallying together" thing.
Everyone had been able to hear the conversation going on, and so she didn't raise her voice much, just made it a little more forceful, but calm, and she turned to the group proper, stepped up on of the chairs so she was visible over the crowd, and said: "Hey! Everyone listen up."
Yay. Public Speaking.
Fuck.
"My name is Cybil Bennet. I'm a cop from Brahm's West Virginia--for those of you that even have a West Virginia where you're from."
Boy that part was confusing.
"I know you don't know me and therefore have no reason to listen to me over listening to anybody else, but we need some organization here and I've dealt with...strange things like this before. If someone else presents themselves as a better leader or better voice of reason, by all means, we should start listening to them. Our survival might depend on it. In the meantime, we need to figure out if--and where--the ship provides the necessities. We have clothes and shelter, we need to see about getting food, water, and a--"
She looked around at the puffy flesh-couches "--slightly less disgusting place to sleep. And rest facilities. Aside from that, we should probably explore this thing and see how big it really is and if we run into anyone else. Now, splitting up could probably cover more ground that way, but the way I see it is these halls are plenty big enough to allow all of us to move through them together, and there's safety in numbers. Splitting up seems like a horror movie waiting to happen. So, I think we should all introduce ourselves, then start looking around together and seeing what we've got to work with here and if it's remotely safe. Does anyone object?"
Apparently Stacy had possibly chosen her for a reason.
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Yet, oddly, it didn't touch her as it probably should have. It didn't panic her.
She chalked it up to Silent Hill's influence on her. Apparently, nothing seemed to phase her now. Except maybe Jono's voice in her head. But why that bothered her so much as she floated in her sea of calm, she couldn't figure out. That he could do it didn't unnerve her; there was something else...
The familiarity of something that should be so strange."So this is how it us, huh?" Cybil muttered quietly. Thrown from one crazy thing into the next.
Andromeda'd said she'd been listed as Captain, right? For some inexplicable reason?
To Jono, she said, "You're right, but we need to canvas the area, see if we have everything we need to survive--if it's even SAFE to take it if the ship offers us it--and make sure there are no threats."
She wasn't a captain, by any means, but she could certainly do that "rallying together" thing.
Everyone had been able to hear the conversation going on, and so she didn't raise her voice much, just made it a little more forceful, but calm, and she turned to the group proper, stepped up on of the chairs so she was visible over the crowd, and said: "Hey! Everyone listen up."
Yay. Public Speaking.
Fuck.
"My name is Cybil Bennet. I'm a cop from Brahm's West Virginia--for those of you that even have a West Virginia where you're from."
Boy that part was confusing.
"I know you don't know me and therefore have no reason to listen to me over listening to anybody else, but we need some organization here and I've dealt with...strange things like this before. If someone else presents themselves as a better leader or better voice of reason, by all means, we should start listening to them. Our survival might depend on it. In the meantime, we need to figure out if--and where--the ship provides the necessities. We have clothes and shelter, we need to see about getting food, water, and a--"
She looked around at the puffy flesh-couches "--slightly less disgusting place to sleep. And rest facilities. Aside from that, we should probably explore this thing and see how big it really is and if we run into anyone else. Now, splitting up could probably cover more ground that way, but the way I see it is these halls are plenty big enough to allow all of us to move through them together, and there's safety in numbers. Splitting up seems like a horror movie waiting to happen. So, I think we should all introduce ourselves, then start looking around together and seeing what we've got to work with here and if it's remotely safe. Does anyone object?"
Apparently Stacy had possibly chosen her for a reason.