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When Marco stumbled across the media library, he concluded that this had to be the best day so far on this freaky meatship.

Music. Massive screens. A giant, alien entertainment centre. And, most importantly - video games.

Marco was immediately drawn to the tall white box with the strange looking controllers. He snorted when he saw the name "Wii" (who though that was a good idea? The puns where almost too easy) but hey, this was clearly gaming of the future. Or gaming of a strange and bizarre alien race - it was hard to tell. Either way, it was cool, and Marco was so going to try it out.

He fished around for a vaguely interesting looking game, bypassing all the ones that looked boring (Wii Fit? Cricket? Imagine: Fashion Idol?! pfft), eventually settling on Escape from Bug Island.

Marco had been a bug before. Waaaaay too many times. Now he could squish them in safe video game fun.

But as Marco began to play, his good mood rapidly diminished. Who thought up this whole "swinging around the controller" thing? What the hell was going on with that animation?

"What the hell is with this?!" He yelled, as he tried to get the control to do what he wanted dammit. "This is nuts! GAMING OF THE FUTURE IS CRAP!"

[[ooc: For reference, this is the extraodinarily bad game Marco is playing.]]

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If only Marco was back home. He could offer to pull some strings and get her a job.

"Cheat codes? Cheat codes?" Marco snorted. "I have more self respect than that. Cheat codes are for after I've completely mastered a game."

He was a little surprised at her indignation at giving Cassie-character a nickname. "Come on, chill! It's no big deal. I just tease everyone. And Cassie's cool, she knows I don't mean anything by it."

"That's if you do," Claudia smirked before settling back into the squishiness of the couch. "I beat the whole thing in less than a week without the cheats..." She announced looking rather proud of herself.

"Hey man," Claudia said, holding her hands up in surrender. "That's cool. Just come up with something better than tree hugger for me."

"That a challenge?" Marco said, sending back a smirk of his own. "If it is, you're on."

"Sure. Next time she can be Skunk-girl."

"Well only if you're up to losing," Claudia smirked. "We'll have to come up with some stakes to put on this wager." She announced, her eyebrows raising a little in more challege.

"Wow, dude. You come up with interesting nicknames." She eyed him. "OK, I'm curious... What would you call me?"

Marco grinned back. "Such as?"

"You just don't know Cassie. She's seriously into the whole 'saving animals' thing. Even baby skunks. She even pretended to be their mother. Hence, skunk girl. Then she went and roped the rest of us into helping too."

Course, Marco left out the part about Cassie - and Marco and the other Animorphs - actually becoming mama-skunk.

Marco shrugged. "I don't know. Just met you. Geez, I don't even know your actual name yet."

"She a member of PETA or something?" Claudia asked. Her nose wrinkled a little. "You all played skunk mamas?! Oh man, you all must have stunk sooooo bad." She chuckled a little.

"Seriously? Oh well, I'm Claudia Donovan, tech wiz extraordinaire," she offered, glashing him a warm smile and held her hand out to him. Hey! She knew how to be polite and stuff!

"Dude, PETA? Come on. Cassie can get a little crazy about trees and animals, yeah, but no way is she that crazy," he said, rolling his eyes. "And the baby skunks can't do the spray-thing yet. I think." Marco paused a little. Now that he thought about it, he didn't actually know if baby skunks could spray. "Well, they didn't spray us anyway. Now, Jake's dog Homer on the other hand...he got sprayed by Mama-skunk."

Well. Not Mama-skunk, really. Just Cassie-skunk.

"Marco," he said, taking her hand with one of his while still holding the controller with his other hand.

"OK, ok, I was just askin! You never know with animal lovers and stuff. Just... Had to check." And well you didn't. PETA people were crazy and Claudia seriously didn't want to have to worry about coming across any graphic forms of protest on the ship. So it was good to know that Cassie wasn't one.

"So Marco, what do ya think of this place? I mean... It's all squishy and fleshy and kinda ew, right? Though totally has kickass stuff, like the multitude of gaming stuff and... stuff." ~~Oh and fuzzy furballs with sharp teeth.~~

"Hmm, true. You never know when they might suddenly want to save a whole litter of baby skunks," he said with a grin. "You didn't have to ask though. Cassie's not here." But if what those aliens had said was true, then Cassie was certainly in one of those pods.

"Yeah, there's kickass stuff. Doesn't change the fact that we've got no control, we don't know whether anything we're being told is true, and there are freaking tentacles everywhere."

"Oh," Claudia flashed him an apologetic look. "Is there like anyone you know from your world here? I mean, I saw there were some people or whatever who like knew others, ya know?" She shrugged and looked back at the game, frowning slightly and hoping that Myka and Pete and Artie were in one of those pods.

"Ew, I know right? That just gross on so many levels. I almost completely freaked when they grabbed me and dressed me in this..." she motioned to the plant suit. "I just want some jeans, a t-shirt and my converse shoes. Is that a lot to ask for?"

"Yeah, there's a few people. Ax. Tobias," he paused for a moment. "Tobias's mom and dad. I'm guessing everyone else is in the pods, though. If we're here, Cassie definitely will be. Jake too."

He paused at that thought, though. It had been niggling him for a while, ever since he'd seen Elfangor alive. They took people from different times. They took people like Elfangor, who should be dead. And so far, it looked like they'd been building themselves a nice little collection of Animorphs.

Then what about Rachel? If they nabbed Elfangor, then why wouldn't they nab her?

But that was still just one very big 'maybe'. "What about you, huh? And yeah, you'd think people this this kinda technology could make some jeans."

"Well you're lucky then," Claudia said softly. "And no, no one I know is here. Like, not that I know of. But.. Maybe right? I mean, it wouldn't have taken just me. That just wouldn't be right."

She swallowed, and cleared her throat before forcing a smile. "Yeah really. This thing is like completely weird. And I'm use to weird stuff. But this just tops it all."

"Hey, someone will show up. They said families are in the pods too, and hey, if they can bring Tobias's mom then yours had gotta be in there too."

Darn, now Marco wished Cassie really was here. This was her kinda stuff, not Marco's.

"The no jeans tops it? Really? Not the zombies or the goo food or the aliens?"

"Man I hope so." Claudia frowned slightly. "Myka was so suppose to teach me some fighting moves, would suck if she never got to."

"OK, the zombies? Those were not only totally gross, but man... Who knew real zombies would be so... Zombie like? Totally freaked me out." She smiled a little. "And the goo food? Oh man, I would totally kill for a double cheeseburger right now."

"Wait, you're learning martial arts or something? That is very cool," Marco paused, and an image of Rachel in full blood-lust flashed through his mind. "And slightly scary."

"Obviously those zombies forgot to use the right preservatives," Marco said, with a completely straight face. "And man, don't talk to be about double cheeseburgers..."

"Sorta? Myka's like Secret Service so she was suppose to help me learn some skills. So I could help more out in the field.... Maybe." OK so not doing any actual like taking down bad dudes or anything. But whatever, right?

"I totally thought I was stuck in Resident Evil when I saw that Leon Keneedy was here," Claudia told Marco seriously. Heck she was still wondering if she was or not.

"Oh dude, how about Chick McNuggets then? Man I could scarf down like a bunch of those. Think they have McDonald's in space?"

"Sounds cool. But hey, you could probably find someone here to teach you anyway. I mean, come on. It's like this place is just one big collection of people with freaky powers and badass skills," he blinked. "And wait, help in the field? What did you do normally?"

He grinned. "Totally understandable. And maaaan why must you torture me with all this talk of food? Though - now that I think about it, if there's any fast-food in space, it'll be McDonalds."

"Maybe I could," Claudia agreed but wasn't sure if she would or not. Mainly 'cause that was suppose to be a her and Myka thing. And well if Myka was in one of those pods, she could still do it, right?

"Oh, well I work for a secret government agency. We, well mainly Pete and Myka, go around collecting supernatural objects and then bring them back to the warehouse." Claudia told him quite honestly. Heck if her world was destroyed it wasn't like she was giving out any national secrets or anything.

"I work in the warehouse with Arti doing technical stuff. But I've been wanting to do more, ya know?" And by doing more meant doing things that wouldn't get her stuck to stuff. That would have been awesome.

She flashed him a smug smile. "Well you did call me an evil woman, I'm just living up to my rep."

"Wait...you mean you're like the MIB or something? Seriously?

Okay, Claudia had just been upgraded from Cool and Highly Attractive to Cool, Highly Attractive, and Freaking Awesome in Marco's book.

"Hey, do you guys like have to hide stuff from the public? You know, like conspiracies and all?" Marco even forgot about playing the game for a little while to lean towards Claudia, looking very giddy over the possibilities of a conspiracy. Marco loved conspiracies. Despite the fact that he'd spend a good part of his life fighting the conspiracy of the Yeerk invasion while also perpetuating another conspiracy for the Yeerks' benefit, namely the pretense that they were "Andalite bandits" and not humans.

"Well not aliens, objects... Like Lewis Carroll's Mirror, you know the mirror from Alice and Wonderland? So real. Ben Franklin's Lightning Rod... UMmm oh! Studio 54's Disco Ball? Totally groovy, played disco music." Claudia told him with an enthusiastic nod of her head. Dude, her job rocked.

"And yeah, we don't go out being all: Hey! We are here to take that freaky object which gives you powers because it's bad! Ya know, that kinda defeats the purpose. So yeah of course it's all seriously hush hush. Even other agencies don't know about us. I'm only telling you 'cause that stuff's all gone, so I won't get in trouble."

"Dude. That is so cool. Are you sure you're not a figment of my imagination?"

He leaned forward and started whispering in a hushed voice. "Aaah, got it. My lips are sealed, miss Woman in Black."

She leaned over an pinched his arm - not hard hard, but hard enough to get his attention. "Feel that?" She asked, arching her eyebrows playfully. "I'm pretty sure I'm not a figment of your imagination."

She laughed, "Woman in Black?" she cracked up. "Dude I'm not a suit."

"But I could have imagined that too," Marco insisted, although he was still grinning. "And of course you'd say that."

"Dude, you're part of a government conspiracy. That makes you MIB. At least in the metaphorical sense."

"Uh uh," Claudia rolled her eyes, but she was smiling. "Dude, I'm veeeeeeeeeeery much real. I mean, I'm too awesome to be a figment of anyone's imagination," she teased.

"Am n- OK I am, but whatever." she waved him off, laughing again. "So what do you do in your world? Besides saving baby skunks."

"Dunno, I can imagine some pretty awesome things."

But even though Claudia was cool, he wasn't exactly about to go and explain morphing and what he could to her. Having concluded that he did not know who could and could not be trusted, it was all to easy to fall back into old habits of keeping everything close to his chest.

Logically, he knew keeping his morphing ability hidden wasn't going to be possibly indefinitely, and that it wasn't as necessary as during the Yeerk war. He'd still prefer to only reveal it when he had to, though.

So Claudia got the Highly Censored and Very Much Designed to Impress version.

"I'm in a TV show. Sci Fi. You'd love it, I bet. And before that I was involved in this resistance against an invasion." Marco waved his hand around around as if fighting an invasion was no big deal. "But saving the skunks was clearly the highlight, you know."

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