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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-06-26 12:42 am

"Listening to others, considering well what they say" (Part 3: Maingate Hotel)

The Maingate Hotel was pretty extravagant, and an entire section of it had been eked out for the crew's use during their stay. They had several suites, three communal areas, a conference room, their own kitchen with a chef on call if they required her.

They were all teleported from the main teleport pad of the hotel into the conference room, which was a large enough room to be able to hold a group their size and had plenty of chairs arranged in a circular pattern so they could mostly all face each other or whoever was in the middle of the room.

Everyone had to settle down so they were all able to talk, and the meeting itself would have to be carefully controlled so they wouldn't all talk over each other. But they were up for the task, right?

[ooc: Guardian Setup, General Mingling, Clone Checkup, Newbie Briefing, General Briefing, More Mingling, Back to the Meeting, and The Idea Guy sections are open. Backup characters introduced to the plot can join in the mingling subthreads if they want. The opening of new subthreads will be announced here and the ooc. Please read the linked OOC post for a plot timeline.]

[identity profile] so-pregnable.livejournal.com 2011-06-30 04:17 am (UTC)(link)
"Not our world. I'd say it's not our problem, but that's a lie. Us clones gotta stick together, and that's what stings the most. Just...knowing how they feel. Knowing exactly how they feel."

It wasn't just the branding. They'd all led lives where they were occasionally smacked in the face by people who had beefs with their origins.

"Still, it's not our world. Chances are, if we tried to help, we'd just hurt things even more."

[identity profile] carrieswar.livejournal.com 2011-06-30 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
Jr. couldn't help but focus his eyes on a group of trees not too far away, rustling gently in the breeze. Anything to hold back the yelling he wanted to do, though his voice was still pressed, obviously controlled and trying not to do so.

"Is that really how it is? Not our world ... is it just because we're not from this universe? Or just because this place hasn't been attacked, yet? Would we be singing a different tune if we left, and this place got destroyed tomorrow, and half the population woke up on Stacy? Cause I sure as hell think we would. So many people keep saying it's not our problem, that we should only worry about ourselves. But only caring about yourselves ... only looking out for 'your own' ... that's what these people are doing."

His voice had cracked into a more angry tone at the end. Jr. tensed slightly, letting out a small breath. "... Sorry. I know what you mean, but I..."