Meet N' Greet

[cityship]

Part of the crew might be gone, but life on the ship goes on. In fact, new people have woken up and, eventually, they've been spat out into the mess hall.

Maybe it's better to introduce them to some of the worst aspects of ship life first, right?

Anyway, the word is out that there's new people, and someone should probably go say hello. Before the n00bs mistake the glop for crew.


[ooc: read before tagging, plz]

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[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Lois Lane has had better days.

She's not sure which is crazier: this, where she is wandering around inside a chick named Stacy in some warped designer's answer to Ferngully, or that time she ended up in a desert somewhere off-planet, running around with Clark and Kara and spooky phantom things, jumping through portals, and talking about weird alien mumbo-jumbo. Either way, it's a head trip.

And apparently, like last time, she's not alone in this warped little place.

"Oh, good, I'm not the only guest on the Freakshow from Outer Space Variety Hour! Now who here has actual answers?"

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

Something the new hatchlings ought to notice eventually is the black and viscous... thing hanging from the ceiling, somehow eating from a tray of slop despite being upside down. The fact that he can't keep his mouth shut is probably a large factor in both these scenarios.

"Hello and welcome to Stacy and Spidey Inc., paranormalists at large! Spooks spooked, goblins gobbled, UFOs K.O.ed, aliens alienated, vampires evaporated, and monsters remonstrated. No job is too small, no fee is too big!"

He drops from the ceiling, landing butter side down, "I can imagine you're a bit Teenage Lobotomy right now, but never fear. Your Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man and his gang of loveable miscreants are here to help!"

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Lois has noticed. The look on her face is somewhat of an indicator of this; eyebrows raised, grimace on her mouth. Who is THIS guy?

She steps back, but she puts her hands on her hips. She's not eager to be too close to things that hang on ceilings and the like, but she's not going to run scared, either.

"Alright, you're another back-alley, night-prowling superdude type, but with a bit more black gunk. Tell me exactly where we are, and I won't have to kick your ass fighting my way out of this place."

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"Hey, less of the back-alley sass, Margot Kidder," Spidey points defensively, but she might notice him backing up ever so slightly, "You totally couldn't kick my ass-- could you?"

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"I'm a third-degree black belt," Lois says. "Just answer the question."

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"Alright, alright," he makes a whoa there gesture with his hands, "Simmer down, Crouching Tiger. You're in a ship. That voice you heard back in the pod caverns? That's her. Her name's Stacy."

He shrugs, "And if you want a specific location I can't really help you. We're currently in orbit around some imitation Earth, but it seems like she can go just about anywhere in space and time. I'd show you, but some of our pals went sightseeing and took our observation deck with them."

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"Simmer down? Don't tell me to simmer down!" Lois shoots back. "I am perfectly calm! Perfectly calm!"

To say she's agitated and worked up about the situation is a bit of an understatement.

"Pod caverns! Imitation Earths! Time travel! People vacationing on other planets!"

She throws her hands up in the air.

"This is unbelievable!"

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"Ehe," he taps his fingers together nervously, "When I said sightseeing I actually meant 'likely being eaten by the local fauna.'"

Yes, unfortunately this is your welcoming committee.

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"Great! So I'm stuck on a ship that'll offer me up as a buffet option with all sorts of people and strange black man spider person... no offense."

That look is a bit apologetic. A bit.

"And we aren't piloting it back to good old Earth becaaaaaause?"

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"Puh-lease," he waves a hand, "It's Spider-Man. If you're good and stop threatening to drop some pugilistic knowledge I might just let you call me Spidey."

And then he looks a little... Stumped? The mask isn't exactly great at portraying certain facial expressions.

"We're not piloting it back to good old Earth because-- because we don't know how. Yeeeah. As far as we know the Ship is in control and she won't let us anywhere near her joysticks."

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"Well, Spidey, I have NO idea who you are, so we'll leave it at that."

Lois isn't that easily deterred. She frowns, and folds her arms.

"Why are we all just sitting around, again? Surely someone here is a real tech whiz? They can override whatever bug's making her go all Hal on us, and everyone else can run around distracting those tentacle things while they do it. We should be trying to get out of here."

[stickyboots]

"We can't leave without the rest of our crew. And we are trying, but it's not that easy. Stacy's sensors work almost everywhere, there are more tentacles here than people and we don't even know how much of the ship is locked away from us."

"We have crew quarters, this mess hall, recreational facilities and a run down medbay. None of it actually gives us any control over the ship. We're the grunts, babe, not the officers."

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

"So she controls everything, is listening in on us right now, and no one here knows a thing about getting us out of here?"

[supertshirt.livejournal.com]

Hey look over there, Lois--is that Clark? Hard to tell without the flannel and all, but it may very well be. A mop of black hair, baby blues...

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Lois pauses, and squints for a second.

Plantsuit aside, it does look like... wow, clearly she hasn't seen him in minimal clothing in a while. Do dress shirts really hide that much muscle?

Forget being angry with him last time she saw him; she heads his way, just happy to see a familiar face in the crowd. She'd know him anywhere.

"Hey! Clark!"

[supertshirt.livejournal.com]

He doesn't answer--is he ignoring her? Maybe he didn't hear her.

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

That's annoying. She pushes past a few people and gives him a shove when she gets close enough.

"SMALLVILLE. What, do you have a hearing problem now?"

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

Even with his invulnerability limited, it's like shoving a boulder.

Someone had said "Clark" but he assumed they were calling to, y'know, Clark, and he was gonna turn and look to see if he knew who it was in a second, since if they knew Clark, he probably knew them, but he's got his own friends he's--

But then she's yelling in his ear.

"Ow, you scream in my ear like that again, I'm gonna have a hearing problem--"

As he turns, he freezes when he sees who it is.

He squints at her.

"Ms. Lane?"

Hey, she's not all, y'know, older. More timeline-crazy?

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Lois knows what it's like to push around Clark Kent, and after that time she playfully punched his arm and spent the next day shaking the sting out of her knuckles, she expects a bit of resistance.

"What? Yeah, Ms. Lane, Lois, whatever! Why didn't you answer?"

She frowns and jabs him in the chest with a finger.

"And DON'T give me attitude! I'm being pushed to my limits here!"

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"'Cause you weren't calling me? I'm not Clark. Annnnd if you don't recognize me, and you're as young as you look, I'm thinking we have more timeline-related crazy going on," Kon explains, gently pulling that hand away from his chest, and looking slightly freaked.

"Lois, how old are you?"

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Lois stares at him for a second, baffled. She takes a step back and takes her hand back and just... tries to form words before she gives him a definite, "What?"

And once she's processed this, she replies, with varying degrees of skepticism, "Who are you, then, his twin brother? Clone? A hallucination? Because I'm betting on the latter, this is too weird for reality."

Yeah, she just blazed right past that age question. She wants answers, dammit!

[supertshirt.livejournal.com]

Is she too young? Has she found out the truth yet? Why'd she think he was Clark despite his not wearing his nerd glasses? It's not his right to just blow it all out of the water, especially if they have to go back to their own times.

This is why he's frantically scanning the room for sign of Kal.

"Ha. A clone. Ha. Uh. I'm his...cousin. Conner. Hi."

He holds out a hand.

Upon closer glance, he's not quite identical to Clark at that age. Sure, he's got the brick chin, but some other features are a tetch different (yet just a little familiar).

Regardless, there is no way in hell a cousin could look that similar. A twin, even a fraternal twin or sibling, but not a cousin.

"I'm also probably from your future. I know who you are, Lois, but you're a little older when I'm from. This ship pulls people from different times just like it pulls them from different worlds. Judging from how old you look at least, you're not gonna see me around for a few years."

[morewildcherry.livejournal.com]

Um, woah. Lois steps back again. She scrutinizes him, and the differences start to stand out. Mostly identical, and now that she thinks about it, maybe a touch younger cousin? Wow, that isn't sketchy at all.

"So, uh, that would explain the muscles," she says. "Cousin. Right. Okay. Nice to meet you, I guess."

She takes his hand and shakes his. This just took a turn for the awkward. Did she seriously just get stuck on a stupid ship with Clark's cousin from the future?

"So I'm just time traveling right now. I'll have to thank Clark for that one. And I'm talking like this makes any sense! I have to be hallucinating, or stuck in a very, very big budget movie."

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

Well, and Clark, but...

Well.

"Wait wait, time traveling. You...uh, you know Clark gets involved in stuff like that?"

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

All of a sudden, a green-skinned, blonde-haired alien floats--yes, floats--over to them, with his little hand-held computer scanning away.

"I'm detecting two Legion flight rings in this vicinity, Superboy. One of them is yours, but the other--"

Wait, who in the world is this?

Without asking for permission, he spots a ring on her and grabs Lois's hand to get a closer look.

"Standard-issue, slightly modified design--sweet muses, is this a time travel function?"