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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."
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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This whole scene made his head hurt. He could agree to that much. unfortunately, this place didn't exactly have a wet bar built in it.. not that he could find, anyway, and he desperately needed a scotch. So much for his idea to cut back. Or maybe he was going to have to go at it cold turkey.
"Do the figures have a kung-fu grip? That's the important question." Why not focus on the inane?
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She added: ||They have over 25 points of articulation, however.||
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"But...even though...some of these people are fiction TO the people from other...whatevers, we're REAL in our OWN...places? Right?"
There was a somewhat desperate edge to her voice and a wild look in her eye - Kara Thrace was losing it. It wouldn't be the first time.
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A pause.
||However, elsewhere, you still have an action figure. It too has multiple points of articulatuon, but no kung-fu grip.||
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Oh, crap, what if scotch didn't exist in this universe? His knees nearly went weak at the thought.
"I think I'm going to just nod and smile now." And stop trying to think.
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"D'we have action figures?"
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To Tony: ||Starbucks.||
At least one in every universe, somewhere out there.
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Moving over to one of the 'couches,' Sam sank down into it, forgetting for the moment that it looked like it was made out of some fatty tissue.
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"Do I have any?"
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He's smiling a little, for some strange reason. Odd behavior, after falling on his face twice.
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Biff paused.
"No, actually, I do have an idea, I just don't know why."
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Kate just gave Tony a loooong distrustful look before speaking, "I'm not going to even ask if there's Young Avengers one, I don't want to know. Can we please move on?"
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"We need to finish with names, and then yes, we need to get going. Names first, though, so we're not yelling 'Hey you, duck before that alien bites your head off!' when we really, really need to be yelling the person's name."
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Not telling them about the necklace--hidden under her weird suit--or the freaky powers it gave her, yet.
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Someone needed to stick up for the kids.
Or protect them.
Or something.
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Though.. then he was getting eyes from one of the girls in the throng of people, and finally he met her gaze, before eyebrows went up, obviously puzzled. "No idea what that's about." The Avengers project hadn't even started yet. Young? Hell, everybody hated him already. He just smiled, then. "You saying I'm old or something, honey?" The term of affection would probably infuriate her. Any attention was good attention, at least from women.
Then Cybil was commanding everyone's attention. "Are we going to be fingerprinted, too?" As long as she did it, he wouldn't mind so much. Names. Well. What was in a name..?
"I'm Tony Stark." Though it seemed at least person knew that already.
Introductions all around. His lips twitched into a grin. If it weren't for the circumstances, he might have enjoyed himself here.
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