![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
![[community profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/community.png){kind=small}
Entry tags:
- !plot: send in the clones,
- daniel jackson,
- dr mcninja,
- dustin brooks,
- eleventh doctor,
- gaignun kukai jr./rubedo,
- hana asakura,
- hit girl,
- howard bassem,
- kang,
- kanoe zouichi,
- kon-el,
- lash,
- lex luthor,
- lord zedd,
- lord zetta,
- nightwing,
- querl dox,
- rory williams,
- ruffnut thorston,
- sakura haruno,
- tana moon,
- ter'thelas
"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.]
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.]
no subject
Now. Everyone was out. A warehouse crashed down into the center of the kitchen, its size not quite proportionate to what it ought to be. From it, eight different jumped out. They began ransacking the place, hurling supplies back into the warehouse quickly and efficiently.
no subject
mopers and emo kidsmoppers and responsible people involved on the line.Funny how most of the lines were sounding scrambled right now and their main contact system was offline. It certainly had nothing to do with Lash having played around when no one was looking.
By the time anyone would find out what had really happened, it would take at least a week or two to trace it back to their staying guests. It's not like they'd still be stuck here. Hopefully.
no subject
no subject
no subject
The fridge, by the way, had not been nailed down.
"Oh, uh, if a fire breaks out, the extinguishers I stole aren't rated for combustible metals, so try not to throw any magnesium around."
no subject
no subject
no subject
Oh well, they had a lot of food, that counted for something.
no subject
Zetta logic. But as it happened he'd stolen so many pots and pans that their scrap metal needs would be somewhat alleviated. "Still, we did good. Either way, we'll be..."
He considered that and frowned. "Who am I kidding, they'll still hate and fear us."
no subject
"Well it's their loss if you ask me!"
no subject
no subject
Zetta you were a horrible influence.
...but she'd probably sneak a bunch of it for the rangers and stuff like that. You know. People she pretended not to care about so she could feel better about herself and not caring.
no subject
Magog help them if they DID.
"It's kinda fun being the black sheep of the ship. At least this way we earn the title!"
no subject
Eh who are we kidding, he'd get kicked anyway.
"Well, black is my favorite color. Or well my favorite achromatic if you want to get all technical." She grinned and gave him a tiny shrug. "To the victors go the spoils of war."
no subject
"Good thing red goes well with black then. The most awesome of combinations."
no subject
"I don't know any expression relating to red sheep with their wool on fire, mind you," she said with a teasing voice.
no subject
"Well make one up! You're the Wunderkind!"
no subject
no subject
"Yeah. Yeah, I kinda like that! Hyaaa ha ha ha ha! Wolves will fear to tread in the lands of the black sheep Wunderkind and the red fire sheep Overlord!"
no subject
Uh yes. Truly a word of the wise that was waiting to be finished, there. She finished her bar and threw the wrapper on the side. Room service could take care of that.
no subject
Lash and Zetta will have the most alarming pillow talk in the universe.no subject
So basically like all the other times they talk together then."Tee hee hee! See? See, now that's what I call a really good expression. I'll have to find a way to use it later. Like on Zedd or something."
Ahh Lord Zedd. You'd never stop being Lash's favorite buttmonkey.
"Tomorrow we should see what else we can sneak around here. Like maybe a supply of toothbrushes or the towels or shoes." Not that she minded being a hobbit for most of her time on the ship but she did sometimes miss a nice pair of boots.
no subject
no subject