cityship: (Stacy--Main AI)
cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-06-09 08:27 pm

Queries and Quibbles--mind your Q's

[ooc: Read this bit.]

Something happens outside the ship. There's a concussive noise like something docking, and then the doors to Obs open again, to reveal a mostly intact, but somewhat bedraggled away team. One of them is injured, and part of the group works to get her down to MedBay, some of the others look stoic and a touch upset with what they've learned.

Some look pissed off that their various morphers and power suits have been stolen away from them again by Stacy's tentacles or dampened.

Something happens INSIDE the ship. A handful of individuals are released from their pods after quite some time of running imaginary mazes.

[identity profile] lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 02:28 am (UTC)(link)
Yuri's Borg says in its nasal, rasping voice. That's right, Wodin. Her hat talks.

"Borg! You know you're not supposed to talk when other people are around..." She tries admonishing the thing, before noticing the old man who is also staring out the observation window.

[identity profile] anoldtrickster.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 02:36 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, but you're a rather un-human kind of thing," the old man replies to the hat, nonplussed. "This place has the rather nasty implication of being in something's stomach, for the rest of us."

He glances over at the girl, eyebrows peaking upwards.

[identity profile] lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 03:04 am (UTC)(link)


Yuri's looking around frantically. Borg is talking where people can see it oh what to do?!

[identity profile] anoldtrickster.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
"Perhaps," Wednesday says with a slight nod, "but being born and raised there, I'm sure they're rather more comfortable with the situation than we are. Imagine the internal fuss there'd be if you stole some of that bacteria from someone else."

He seems quite calm about the situation.

[identity profile] lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
Ah, finally, someone who's not a blithering idiot or a crybaby like his charge.

[identity profile] anoldtrickster.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 05:56 am (UTC)(link)
"Mr. Wednesday," the old man says with a nod. "It's been my favorite day for quite a long time. You?"

[identity profile] lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com 2009-06-13 09:16 am (UTC)(link)
meaning the young girl looking anxious beneath him.

[identity profile] anoldtrickster.livejournal.com 2009-06-14 05:34 am (UTC)(link)
"Mmm, and what's a 'borg'? No connection to Star Trek, I hope?" His gaze slides down to Yuri's face, with a distinctly questioning expression.

[identity profile] lilyofthedrills.livejournal.com 2009-06-14 05:43 am (UTC)(link)


Yuri looks up at him with a nervous little smile as if to say 'Don't mind him, he's such a rascal that Borg'. She has a feeling this might not be the nice kind of grownup...

[identity profile] anoldtrickster.livejournal.com 2009-06-14 05:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Aliens, really?" Wednesday is taken a little aback. "Seems like a rather interesting job for a young girl."