The Situation, as it stands.

[cityship]

[ooc: Read this before tagging.]

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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[found-myway.livejournal.com]

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.

[a-short-youth.livejournal.com]

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."

[notyourmudfoot.livejournal.com]

"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-amora.livejournal.com]

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."

[its-keeper.livejournal.com]

Will remained silent throughout the introductions, mostly because she had been thrown into uncertainty. Everybody was freely admitting their names and things that she would have assumed would be better kept secret - saints? Firebending? What was that?

She didn't know if she wanted to talk about her abilities just yet. There were too many hazards involved in being a Guardian of the Veil without the rest of her team to back her up. Without them, she was a lot less powerful - and at a lot more of a risk of having the Heart of Kandrakar stolen.

"Uh, well, I'm Will," she finally said. "Will Vandom. I'm from Heatherfield . . . on Earth, I guess . . . and I go to school . . ."

She scratched the back of her neck, looking and feeling sheepish. "I'm on the swim team, and . . . uh . . . I'm 13 years old . . ."