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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||Yes.||

A pause.

||However, elsewhere, you still have an action figure. It too has multiple points of articulatuon, but no kung-fu grip.||

"Well, wait. So the action figures are real, except that they aren't." Alright. Let's keep it small. Let's not think about the entire world being real, or not real. Something tiny, and specific, and.. no, damnit, even as the words left his mouth, he could feel a vein throbbing in his left temple. "Please tell me McDonald's is real in all universes, please. I want to know something exists everywhere."

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.

There had been a lot of panicking earlier, just between the twins, privately. But in the end, their sense of reality was apparently stronger than what was presented. They were the MacManus brothers. They had a Mission from God; this must simply be an extension of it. And in the end, Murphy had one important question.

"D'we have action figures?"

||No you do not. However, in one world, you were declared Catholic Saints.||

To Tony: ||Starbucks.||

At least one in every universe, somewhere out there.

"Oh, Jesus H..." Sam groaned and shook his head as everyone in the room seemed to become more concerned with whether they had little mini-thems being sold in places they'd never been to than trying to figure out a way out of this mess they'd been thrown into.

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.

"Really?" Connor beams. "I got t'say, I didn't really think o' that...but ay, it sounds good, don't it? Saint Connor! Fuck yes!" He bounces. Whee! "Man, if ol' Fuck-Arse only knew that, aye?"

Ben is, unfortunately for Sam, a ten-year-old, and is going to focus more on the idea of toys of him then on escaping.

"Do I have any?"

||Yes. In many worlds, your cartoon was created sheerly to market toys.||

"If I may interrupt all the questions for the moment," Mr. Wednesday rumbles, "is there any chance of returning to one of the more important topics? For example, what in Hel we're here for..."

He's smiling a little, for some strange reason. Odd behavior, after falling on his face twice.

"What's an action figure?" Zuko wondered.

"No idea."

Biff paused.

"No, actually, I do have an idea, I just don't know why."

Xander was muttering about royalties.

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?"

"I agree," Starfire spoke up. "Perhaps we need to start our exploration of the ship, as the blonde Grand Poo-Bah suggested?"

Cybil had rolled her eyes as all this began and then eventually started pinching her nose again. She physically winced as she was called the 'Grand Poo-Bah' again. Good God, she hoped that wasn't going to stick.

"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."

"Leela Bricker, I'm originally from Florida, this is the second alternate dimension thingy I've been pulled into, I got this Hibis Janzir--that's a scythe and chain--I've trained for a long-ass time with, and I'm good with other martial arts. And...stuff. I'm just glad there's no goddamn giants this time."

Not telling them about the necklace--hidden under her weird suit--or the freaky powers it gave her, yet.

"Oh aye, names, we fergot." He leans on Murphy, and grins. "I'm Connor MacManus, an' this is me idiot little brother, Murphy. We speak seven diff'rent languages, and we're th' Saints- er, not real saints, yet. We're on a Mission from God. Oh. We're from Boston. Ireland originally, though." Smile!

"An' I ain't his little brother, he's lyin'. We're fuckin' twins."

Kitty winced. "That's great guys. Really. You wanna keep the swearing down a little, though? There's abducted little ones here too." She doubted they would listen to her, but being in that age between adult and child...well...

Someone needed to stick up for the kids.

Or protect them.

Or something.

Starbucks. He actually looked relieved to know that expensive, crappy coffee could be found anywhere. Whether or not this AI had a since of humor, he wasn't sure, but for the moment, a little color actually returned to his features. Why that grounded him, he wasn't sure, but he felt a little more confident.

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.

Ben looked mildly offended at Kitty's statement.

"I've had people try to kill me. I think I can handle those two cursing. Name's Ben Tennyson. I can turn into a bunch of different superpowered aliens."

The "mission from God" thing got Biff's attention. "What, you too?"

He cleared his throat. "Greetings, ladies and guys that I'm less concerned about introducing myself to. My name is Levi-who-is-called-Biff, and I'll be your resident BFF of the Messiah. Originally from Galilee, recently from a hotel room in St. Louis, 2000 years later. I was dead for a while, but now I'm better. And, uh, I know kung fu. It's come in handy."

Zuko was not the best of public speakers. He'd have been happy to sneak out for some quiet time of his own, actually. He had a lot to process, after all. But missing introductions would put him at a disadvantage in this new setting, and he was lost enough as it was. If he was going to make any friends here - which was something he was sure his uncle would tell him was the right thing to do - then this would be the time to start.

"Zuko," he said. "Prince Zuko. Of the Fire Nation." He paused, looking at everybody. "I've never heard of any of the places you're all from. I've never seen the stars so closely."

He takes a deep breath and does his best to look composed and impressive - and he might even succeed a little bit, what with his appearance being improved by his own clothing, and his twin broadswords strapped in their usual place on his back.

"I don't know if anybody here has heard of my world, but my people may not have the best reputation." he scratches the back of his head. "I might not have the best reputation. But I promise everyone, I'm going to do my best to . . . to help everyone here, I suppose. And to help us all get back from where we came, if I can. I have something I need to do, back in my own world, and . . . and I'm going to get back to it. Somehow."

He looked at everyone, the picture of serious dignity, the noble prince he had always striven to be.

"Oh, and um. I can firebend too. And use swords. And I'm pretty good."

Aaaaaand shattered.

Confident front... "Lucca Ashtear, the greatest inventor who ever lived--"

She stopped short, as if remembering where she was, and looked around the Obs Deck for a moment.

"--With the possible exception of whoever designed this thing," she grudgingly amended. "I'll remedy that soon, of course. I possess some magical ability as well."

"Maybe third-best, kid." Trust Harper to be the exact opposite of helpful. But even he had to acknowledge the skill of whoever created the ship. If it hadn't just grown itself or something.

Vincent stepped in at this point. He was livid inside. He wanted to scream and rage against this notion of his universe possibly being nothing more than some fictional construct in another reality. He was already familiar with dimensional variances, but there had always been some semblance of uniformity to them.

Now... it was like the worlds he'd seen were only apples on the same tree, and now he was in an orchard of every fruit imaginable.

Lucca however, caught his interest. "Magic and scientific prowess? A rare synergy, most lack the perspective for both." He turned to the others assembled. (Yes he was dressed now. The clothing room had managed a reasonable semblance of Asgardian caster's robes, retaining the Latverian forest green.) He paid particular attention to those who had mentioned 'mutants' and 'X-Men'.

"I believe some of our universes are closer to each other than most."

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