trans_9 | The Situation, as it stands.

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The Situation, as it stands.

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The AI of Seamus Harper's ship, the Andromeda Ascendant was trapped here along with everyone else, her AI core stolen or at least copied to Stacy's systems. Other AIs had been captured along with her. But she did have answers to some questions, and apparently was willing to tell the crew things Stacy wasn't willing to without being questioned.

Apparently, one of those things was that Cybil Bennet, someone who had popped recently, right along with them, and was merely a police officer back home, was the captain of their crew.

Their crew of what, Harper had asked?

Andromeda's answer:

"The crew of this ship, Harper."

It was then that the eyelid-like visors covering the windows of Obs Deck started to separate, letting in the light--and oh, was there light. They were in the currents of a multi-colored cosmic riptide, surfing the stream. Stars shot past beyond the lights, nebulae, galaxies sped along them as if they were what was moving and the ship wasn't.

It was beautiful.

It was horrible, because it meant they were in space--or something like it. That was a very long way away from their homes.

"We are a very, very long way from Commonwealth space."

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"Sorry lady, you just stepped up and gave order-type thingies. That's probably going to be your nickname from here on out." She gave the woman a wry smile and stepped up next to her. "I guess I'll go first. I'm Kitty. From New York. I'm a, uh..." she looked at the room around her. Her eyes fell on a tall, golden-skinned alien goddess person. Okay, so maybe she didn't need to hide who she was. "I'm a mutant."

"What exactly is a mutant?" She's thinking like toxic waste B-monster type mutants.

Xander raised his hand, "Uh what should we call you then? Grand High Poobah of Ye Old Organic Ship?"

He then added, "Oh, yeah, myself, hi, I'm Xander Harris, how's it going? Great view we got here, huh? Uh, right, I got experience with the weird from my hometown being over a Hellmouth, and I've been training Slayers back home, and I can drywall a place like nobody's business."

Kitty didn't know whether to be thankful or insulted. "Where I'm from, a mutant is an individual who possesses a genetic trait called an X-gene that allows them to naturally develop superhuman powers and abilities. In my case, I can phase through walls and other stuff. And walk on air. And stuff." She then turned to Xander. "Slayers?"

Make it two mutants. Jono raised his hand, having long experience with people wanting to know where that voice was coming from. Lacking a mouth meant people had fewer clues. I'm Jono. From London, though recently livin' in upstate New York.

He'd answer about his powers if asked. Maybe they'd just leave it at the telepathy.

Kate gave her a sharp look, and walked closer.

"There's mutants in your world too. Are you with the X-Men then?"

She added, "I'm Kate, also from New York. I play cello, and I know archery, swordfighting, fencing, and a number of martials art techniques and hand to hand fighting too."

Two mutants and a jack of all trades. That's...like something right out of comic book." Freaky. But she certainly wasn't going to get all huffy about it and 'KILL THE MUTANT.' You didn't treat people that way, even if you were freaked, and she didn't show she was freaked.

"Not 'Grand Poobah' either. Just 'Cybil' is fine. And don't raise your hand. This isn't first grade." But that was said amusedly, not nastily.

Wait a second. "A Hellmouth?"

Harper was a little less in to this 'togetherness' stuff than your average first grader, so that was probably good. "We get to hold hands and since Kumbaya, next?"

He dropped into one of the freaky chairs, mostly sure it wasn't going to eat him. "And it's Harper. Seamus Zelazny Harper. One-hundred percent unmodified human."

"Something like a gateway to Hell, I'm thinking," Sam ventured an educated guess as he answered Cybil. He glanced around at each person that had gone about introducing themselves and what their skills where--though it took a moment or two to figure out which of his new companions was the one talking in his head. Sucking in a breath, he took his turn.

"I'm Sam," he said but offered nothing more, deciding it best to play his cards close for the time being.

The Doctor gave a little wave to everyone. "Hello! I'm the Doctor! Tourist in time and space. If you're from LINDA or Torchwood, just... don't." Either the fact that he was alien was obvious, or they didn't need to know yet. Obviously.

"Clearly, we all have much to learn from each other," Kory said, stepping forth. She still felt terribly overdressed. "My name is Koriand'r, but I'm known to the people of my Earth as Starfire, a member of a group of heroes called the Teen Titans. I am originally from a planet called Tamaran. You may call me Kory or Star if you wish." She left the princess part out. She didn't want any special treatment, and she had a feeling she might already get some because of her looks.

Her eyes widened a little at the "Gateway to hell" thing. Just...because.

"Hi Sam." It was okay for people to keep things close to the vest. No one really had a solid reason to trust anyone else.

"Seamus, if you're one-hundred percent unmodified, what's that under your ear?" As for the doctor.

"Doctor Who?" What was his name?

~~Someone had to say it.~~

"Never heard of any wood called Torchwood. Better for lighting fires?"

Xander then nodded, and pointed to Sam, "Ding, prize to the gentleman over there. It was a gateway to Hell, was since it's now a crater and closed for business. Used to be monster central when it was active. And uh, yeah, Slayers, used to be one per generation, but we changed that. Now it's a bunch of girls with the ability to kick a lot of demon and vampire butts."

"Do we have any of those girls on here in case we need to fight intergalactic demon zombies?" She looked towards Xander. "Or is it just you that we have?" It was really more of a question borne of curiosity than snarkiness. Really.

Someone always had to ask. "Just the Doctor, actually."

It was hard to see around the room with one eye, but he was going to try.

"If anybody from my team or world are awake, yeah we do. But hey, I count! Don't need powers to take down zombies, and if they were demon zombies, that would probably make them vampires. If G-man were here, he could give you a three hour lecture with footnotes."

"Zombies? 'Gonna eat your brains' zombies?" Wow, that was... wow.

But, hey, at least he wasn't the only normal, non-genetically-modified human around. That wasn't true of too many gatherings anymore where he was from. He glanced back at Cybil from surveying the room. "It's a dataport. Technology, not genetics."

Danny raised his hand. "Danny Fenton or Danny Phantom. Don't care which, just as long as you don't call me Invisobill." He shuddered as he mentioned the third name. "Half-ghost superhero."

"Name's Wally West. Also known as the Flash. Fastest man alive."

Aliens, superheroes, demon-fighting dry-wallers that worked with super-girls, normal people that didn't seem to realize having some sort of technological plug sticking out of your head wasn't exactly normal.

This was incredible.

Not that her expression changed much other than the raise of an eyebrow.

She did have questions, though.

"How can someone be half a ghost?"

Then the Flash spoke. And that was one she was familiar with. The Flash was up there in fame like Superman, after all.

"The Flash like...the character?"

Now they'd stumbled on the elephant in the room.

Kara briefly blinked in alarm at Harper's dataport...he was some kind of hybrid? Still, there was definitely weirder stuff going on. Ghosts? Mutants? What the frak was that? Characters? And did that girl say something about EARTH?

"I am Lieutenant Kara Thrace of the Colonial Fleet, former CAG of the Battlestar Galactica and the Battlestar Pegasus, current Viper pilot and problem child..." She allowed herself a small grin. "You can call me Starbuck."

"By having their DNA be coated in ectoplasm. I'm not entriely sure why it's possible, but I am in fact half-ghost, with a bunch a different ghost-based powers." Danny answered.

Wally scratched his head. "Well, people have called me a character, but I don't think anyone's ever meant it literally.

Flash yes, Starfire...vaguely. The Doctor, definitely. Starbuck, sort of (she hadn't seen the new series). Xander, for certain. That Sam guy, the ghost guy and a bunch of other, no.

There was some she recognized. And likely some that recognized each other.

"Yeah, uh, time to talk about the elephant in the room," the teenage girl with the rather wicked looking scythe and chain strapped to her back spoke up.

"Some of y'all are fictional. On the TV and in comic books and stuff."

That was when Stacy chimed up with a little revelation.

||All of the individuals present in this room are fictional.||

"I knew that!" Well, not really. But he knew some of them were, and as Time Lord, he needed to keep up appearances.

Besides, in a way, everyone but Gallifreyans were fictional. If you squinted and tilted your head a bit to the left, and thought very hard like a council member.

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