Exploring the Wild Green Yonder

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Okay, kids in the middle. I don't care if you can fight or can shoot lightning out your ears, stay in the center where we can protect you. If there's something the adults can't handle, then feel free to jump in. Noncombatants are with them. Anyone with a weapon, if someone is engaging an enemy in hand to hand, obviously, hold fire, even if you're a crack shot. Safeties of your weapons on until it seems like we might be running into something. For most of us, being able to shoot is only a thumbflick away and I don't want any friendly fire. Be careful not to hit anything that looks like a window, so we're not all tossed into space," Cybil said, standing at the front of the group.

"Andromeda. Cortana. Let us know what you can as we go, and if you think there's something we need to see, let us know to take a look. You're our tourguides."

And the important part.

"If you think you heard or saw something strange, calmly let the rest of the group know, even if you're not sure. We shouldn't be jumping at shadows and we can't panic, but we shouldn't be too relaxed either. We have no idea who or what might be here with us. Be careful. Not careless. Not paranoid."

Her gun was out in her hand, safety was on for now, and it was aimed at the floor.

"Kara, Harper, and Flash, I want you on point with me. Sam, Connor, Murphy, I want you bringing up the rear. The other people with superpowers in the middle, where you can get to the front or back easily if you're needed at either and where you're closest to the kids and the people without guns or powers to protect them."

She would, quite frankly, be amazed if anyone actually listened to her. She was just a cop. But

"Everyone ready? Let's go."

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[cityship]

The next stop after the Sensorium was the sleeping quarters.

This was where the crewmembers got a sense of just how many people this ship was meant to hold for the first time since exiting the podroom. The sleeping area was enormous - both tall and long, with walkways spiralling upward at an incline along the walls in between thousands of tiny, tiny sleeping cells, just big enough to crawl inside and zonk out in.

No, not thousands. Hundreds of thousands. Spiralling upwards, one little cell on top of another. They were going to be packed in like sardines.

The walls pulsed faintly.

Yeah. Sleeping in here was going to be real easy.

[cityship]

"These are the Sleeping Halls. Each hole is a cubby that can fit any individual, no matter what the size. Comfy, aren't they?"

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

"Sure, if you're a vampire into the coffin sleep. And other than the Mast... uh you know, him, most of them aren't even into that. I could rig up something to let some more air in?"

[cityship]

"There are air vents inside that provide comfortable air circulation."

That looked like NOSTRILS.

[st-aequitas.livejournal.com]

"Fuck. It looks like they'll fuckin' eat ya in your sleep. Or what if she sneezes? D'ya get pelted with ship-snot? Go flyin'?" He was so grabbing a lower bunk. Just in case.

[st-veritas.livejournal.com]

Oh fuck no, Murph, Connor's getting lower bunk.

"Fuck, what 'appens if she gets a fucking cold? Does she have allergies? Fuck."

[cityship]

"The vents do not sneeze, have allergies, or get colds. They have no mucus membranes."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate was eyeing the beds and vents warily. She could just feel the insomnia coming on with this.

"Well, we did already wake up in the stuff before anyway. Good, but is there going to be anything to help us sleep then?" Maybe the vents will have knock out gas or something.

[cityship]

NEEDLE ARMS!

||Sedatives can be provided. Do you wish to sleep now?||

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

On the other hand...


".....I was thinking more along the lines of soothing music actually?"

[cityship]

Stacy almost sounded disappointed. ||Personal music players can be checked out of the Media Library and kept in sleeping spaces.||

The needle arms retreated.

Did no one want the nice sedatives?

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

"Stacy? Not to be a bother or anything but could you PLEASE only do that if we directly asks you for a sedative? Seriously, it freaks all of us out."

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

An' some of us ain't the best people t' be freakin' out. Since, you know, Jono tended to blow things up when he was sufficiently freaked out.

He looked at the 'sleeping quarters' and wrinkled his nose. An' this is one of those moments I really wish I didn' sleep. Though maybe that was more out of habit than anything else. Maybe he'd have to try not sleeping.

Then again, did anybody want to deal with Jono when he was sleep deprived? Probably not.

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

Vincent was a bit disappointed that one of the near-natives, the human girl, had responded with such distaste to his mention of lethal force. She likely wouldn't be as useful as he'd hoped.

The old man seemed a bit more sensible, but there was something about his intense underlying calm that left Vincent alarmed. And why did his only having one eye send off alarm bells in his head? He'd seen worse disfigurements before.

He wasn't as horrified by the sleeping quarters as most of the others, but they didn't appeal to him either. "These quarters will take some... acclimating." He looked up (for some reason, it seemed the most natural way to address the administrator). "Stacy, could an approximation of portable padded bedrolls and the like be furnished for those wishing to sleep in a more open location? The composition wouldn't be that dissimilar from the clothing we were furnished with."

[titanium-will.livejournal.com]

Seriously, why did this thing come pre-equipped with sedatives? At least, ones in needle format. His eyes had widened briefly with alarm, but at least nobody had been stung.

"Who would plan ahead for that?" A mutter, almost under his breath. Yes, be prepared, expect the unexpected, but if this ship had been built, designed, then someone had stepped back and thought that such a device was necessary.

His sleep would certainly be uneasier for that thought alone.

"Yeah, you know, for camping trips." A clearing of his throat. A bedroll, even if it were made of.. living material, would be better. Or, hell, to just nod off someplace else. "I'm not claustrophobic or anything, but I might start."

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

Vincent smirked. "Mister Stark... if you're the man I think you are, I think your greatest invention would already have set off any potential for claustrophobia."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate protested the idea since she was an Avengers, and one of the rules was clearly against killing. She hoped not to have to change that while she was here.

She glared again at Stark, "That and the man I think you are would have planned something like this, and has. You and Reed Richards."

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

Red flags shot up in Vincent's head at that mention, looking sharply at Kate. "Reed Richards is still alive in your world? What did he and Stark do?"

After a moment's hesitation, he invoked a minor spell, speaking directly into the girl's mind. //Try not to react. I'm speaking to you through magic. Do you really think Stark is behind this?//

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

(ooc: I'm online on AIM if you have it and want to discuss, also in chat. whspr2ascrm13)

Kate almost started, and then forced herself to calm, "He is. He's Pro-Registration."

//I don't know. If he was the one from my world, it's likely. Did the SHRA happen for you too?//

[titanium-will.livejournal.com]

Yes, well, Tony was rather confused by that exchange. Sure, he'd made what he had built no secret, but since these were strangers.. ones supposedly from other worlds.. well, he'd gone for awhile without really being recognized. It didn't do much for his ego. Time for bluster, perhaps.

"You'd think. In reality, it opens up new horizons. Literally." If he could trade a money for clear skies right now.. oh, right, he didn't have access to his bank account, let alone anything else.

The dark-haired girl had shot him another poisonious look, and his expression turned downright wounded. "Honey, if I did something unfortunate with you or a sister of yours, trust me, it wasn't personal." Reed Richards? The pout moved off his face, and real confusion settled in his eyes. "Never worked with the guy. I think I shook hands with him, once."

Then Vincent had spoken, and.. Tony was in agreement. "Enlighten me. Since I have no idea what's going on, or what I'm registering for."

[vincent-amora.livejournal.com]

//SHRA...? Hang on a moment, relax your mind.// Without trying to pry too far into her memories, for now, he probed her thoughts just enough to get the context of what she was referring to.

//...I see.... On my homeworld, mutant registration spread into global control by the Sentinels, hunting any who threatened them.//

He was surprised that Stark didn't have a connection to Richards. The Atomic Knights had been a recurring feature of several worlds he'd glimpsed. "Bruce Banner, Henry Pym, Victor Von Doom. Have you ever worked with any of them?"

Vincent spoke aloud to Kate then, trying to mask their internal conversation. "Pro-registration? I'm afraid you'll need to be a bit more detailed."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She relaxed it, adding mentally, //That came first before this. Also the mutant population shrank drastically. Nobody's sure why. But then the Registration Act happened, with Stark being one of the figureheads for it. Cap was against it. There was a war, and then Cap was killed, and now some of us against registration have had to hide.//

She added out loud, "It's not what you did to me, not just me. It's what you did to Cap, to Spiderman, to other Avengers, to a lot of good heroes that S.H.I.E.L.D. hunted. Or had the Registration Act not happened yet for you?"

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

Wednesday lets out a huff of a laugh, looking between Tony, Kate, and Vincent. "The coming gods, with your petty squabbles," he murmurs. Not so different from the rest of us.

[titanium-will.livejournal.com]

The guy was dropping a lot of names, ones well-known to him. Mostly for academic achievements, yes, but they weren't quite in his circle. "I'd say the closest I've come to working with is Banner, but he's hard to find, sounds like." Oh, yes. The team that didn't exist yet. Tony was guarded, now, his expression carefully neutral. How much did they know? "I'm not saying any more. I don't care what world this is, I signed a stack of NDAs about six inches thick." Non-disclosure agreements with S.H.I.E.L.D.. and.. he knew when it was a good time to shut his mouth.

That, and they knew more than he did about himself.

Registration. Heroes. He'd barely met any of them, had barely tipped a toe in their world, yet.. well, he made enemies. He was that kind of man. It didn't bother him, usually, but this was different. He didn't understand what had happened, but it sounded bloody.

"You cleared one thing up for me. I get to meet Spider-man in the future." His lips twitched, as if wanting to smile, despite her hostility. He was just feeling too uncertain at that moment to bluff any better than that. "I don't usually do politics. Never heard of your Act. I'm sorry, but for right now, your resentment's misplaced." A pause, than, as he considered all that, carefully. "I'm sure I'll find something else to do that'll earn all that hostility." A real smile, then. Too bad, too. She had a cute face.

Then the old man spoke, the one with one eye, and he sighed, murmuring under his breath. "Is the cryptic nonsense thing infectious?"

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Look, I'm not thinking we have the luxury of arguing amongst ourselves like this," said Cybil.

"Andromeda, you said that on the crew roster, it says we're from different worlds, right? Are these three all from different ones?"