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They were very most definitely in space.

Chell hadn't wanted to believe it--as horrible as Aperture was, the Laboratories were at least familiar and...not space--but the overwhelming evidence was right in front of her, nearly everywhere she looked (and she'd made it her personal mission to look everywhere). Knowing all the ins and outs of a place made it that much easier to plot a getaway.

Escaping was what she planned to do, of course, right after she found where they were keeping her portal device, and where GLaDOS was hiding. She didn't want to fight an army of bug aliens. Stranded between dimensions or not, she wanted the same thing she always wanted--her freedom, and no psychotic computer (Stacy or otherwise) was going to keep it from her.

And speaking of psychotic computers...

Toting an overly excitable metal sphere without the portal device predictably impeded her progress when it came to combing the ship, to say nothing of her reasons for doing so. In true Wheatley fashion, the personality construct seemed to have little comprehension of their situation's gravity, and was probably just glad he wasn't off orbiting the Moon. The sooner she got him down to Engineering, the better, even if she was more than a little apprehensive at the idea of granting him any sort of independence (ultimately, however, her robot charge was heavy and her arms were starting to hurt).

One thing she could not deny was the overwhelming vastness and strangeness of the craft. Every inch of it begged to be explored, analyzed, committed to memory. Then, perhaps, she could plan her next move.

[OOC: Chell and Wheatley are anywhere you want/need them to be, poking around and being nosy. Just specify a location in the subject line and we will make the magic happen.]

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WOAH. As she watched the room shift and change around her, Chell had to admit she did not expect anything like this. It was amazing! So amazing, she almost didn't register Wheatley being absolutely stupid (not that it was anything new).

No, she did not want to imagine up a relaxation vault. That was the last place she wanted to imagine.

And she certainly had no idea what the AI meant by courtship displays, staring down at him in a mixture of bewilderment and horror. WHEATLEY SHE COULD NOT TAKE YOU ANYWHERE.

Trying to save face, she looked back to Jayne and shrugged a bit sheepishly, trying to brush off her robot companion's complete lack of tact.

Jayne was utterly baffled at the babbling orb for a moment and then affixed one of his best glares at it before moving on to glance at Chell with a more confused look, "What exactly is that thing?" He had already decided he didn't like it. The accent reminded him too much of badger, or Simon.

Seeing as Chell wouldn't be answering him any time soon, Wheatley took it upon himself to answer on her behalf. "I am an Aperture Science Personality Construct," he said. "Absolutely cutting edge, and absolutely brilliant, ask anyone. And the name's Wheatley, mate. But please, don't let me get in the way, don't want to be the third wheel, I think the saying goes."

Of course, as much as Wheatley insisted he would not be a third wheel, Chell knew better than to expect him to stay quiet, or not get in the way. She still didn't quite understand what he was implying, only that he would probably continue sticking his figurative foot in his figurative mouth, as he was wont to do.

But he'd been introducing her to people left and right, so Chell figured it was her turn, hefting the AI back into her arms (hoping to indicate that they were, at least, familiar with each other) and offering her human company an apologetic glance.

Jayne, Wheatley. Wheatley, Jayne.

Jayne cocked a disbelieving eyebrow at Wheatly calling himself brilliant and looked to Chell for an explanation as to what exactly he was. "Aperture Science Personality Construct" didn't mean anything to him. When she simply held the device he shrugged, "Alright if you say so."

And with a second thought a pole with a hook slid from the grass near them, "You can hang em on that thing if you don't wanna heft him around. Then again he's kinda like a medicine ball so I guess that would still be a workout."

And that seemed like the most practical use for the creepy eyeball thing with the annoying voice.

"Um, excuse me sir, but I am NOT that fat," he scoffed indignantly. It was like he was begging for someone to shut him up.

No offense, Wheatley, but you were totally fat. The ache in Chell's arms attested to it.

Therefore, she did not hesitate to hang him from the convenient pole by the handle. Hopefully he wouldn't mind, though admittedly she didn't particularly care if he was comfortable or not.

Free of his weight, she stretched her arms above her and bent backwards, relieving some of the pressure that had steadily been building in her lower back.

"Yeah I thought so." Jayne returned to his bench and picked up one of the free weights doing reps with it. "Pretty amazing this place. If it weren't for the fact we're stuck in a stupid ass war I wouldn't mind being here so much." Jayne had spent many nights abusing the Sensorium for his own personal pleasures...usually drunk. Today surprisingly mostly sober.

"Now that you mention it," Wheatley said, still not taking the hint and shutting up from his position hanging on the pole, "think you could fill in a few holes for us? A bit about this whole war thing, how it started? Maybe a bit about where you're from?" Was that an intelligent question? Must have been hearing things.

Much more intelligent than what she was generally used to. With so many strange people and creatures aboard this ship, a request to share information about oneself and where one was from seemed almost logical. Whether Jayne would comply was probably another story--Chell knew that she wouldn't readily reveal anything about herself unless the situation called for it.

But she had to admit, she was interested in hearing about Jayne, and looked at him expectantly.

Jayne snorted in a sort of rude way, "Hell if I know. Buncha bugs from another world blow up our worlds...eat em or somethin'. I don't remember ever seenin' it happen though. S'far as I'm concerned it's all made up."

Except that it really couldn't be because of all the amazing tech he'd seen here so far.

"I guess the ship scoops people up before the OHM destroys their world, keeps us sleepin' till she figures it's time to set us free." He sat down on a bench toweling sweat from his head and neck, "Before that? I'm a man who gets things done in my own verse. Keep to myself, find a job, get it done." Jayne had found that only some girls liked knowing what kind of man he really was for a living, and he was testing the waters with Chell.

"Sound like a bit of a disreputable sort, no offense," Wheatley said, promptly putting his non-existent foot into his non-existent mouth.

Chell had to admit that Jayne had a good point, as she'd been having similar suspicions. The thought of Aperture, of Earth being gone entirely was one that was difficult to swallow, especially when all the facts were coming from an Artificial Intelligence. She'd had enough of trusting those.

The exact details of the man's profession, however, sort of wooshed over her head (like most things). What was wrong with finding a job and getting the job done? She was good at getting the job done, especially when the job was singlehandedly taking on psychotic, homicidal giant robots.

She shot Wheatley a brief glare because that was rude, then offered a more questioning look to Jayne, hoping he would elaborate.

"Better then a pompous eyeball." Jayne shot back passively. Apparently he didn't consider Wheatly that much of a threat to his dominance yet.

"There's a fella I work for right now named Mal, decent guy, dumbass though. Thinks too much about what's right sometimes. But he finds us work and I get paid. His ships down in the hanger. S'where I live right now."

And he recreated the ship having it appear just behind him in case Chell was curious.

"Mmhm, mhm," Wheatley said, looking over the ship. After perusing it, he finally said, "Looks like a bit of a death trap." And he knew a thing or two about death traps.

Shut up, Wheatley, this was cool. It was a for-real spaceship! Well, not for-real because they were in the Sensoriums, but real enough for Chell.

She pulled herself to her feet and ran to the ship, coming to a halt just close enough to reach out, touching its hull and running her hand along the cool metal before glancing at Jayne with a small grin. Maybe later she could go have a look at the real thing.

"Yeah, you wouldn't know it from lookin' at her but she's been through hell and came out spittin' fire." Jayne sounded a little proud considering the ship wasn't his.

Catching Chell's look he grinned even more, "I could show ya around if ya like. Maybe if Wash is around we could take her out for a bit." People who had never been off world often looked like Chell did right now, curious, excited. They still held a romantic notion when it came to space flight.

"Oh, it'd be nice to go into space on the inside of a space ship once," Wheatley commented. Ignoring the fact that Stacy was a space ship. And that he was inside her.

She rolled her eyes at the super astute comment from the personality sphere. Best to tune him out as usual, in favor of running her hand along the cool metal as she walked the length of the ship.

It was difficult not to look excited at Jayne's offer, and what was a small grin broke into a full-on smile, indicating that yes, she was quite interested in the prospect. Could they really get off Stacy?

Jayne grinned feeling smug and a door appeared, "Come on." He offered deciding the sooner they get down to the ship, the sooner her was (In theory) going to get her into his bunk.

Pretty full of himself eh?

"Um, this may be a silly question, probably not worth asking at all, but... You're not planning to leave me here, are you?" Wheatley asked.

Oh ye of little faith. Of course Chell wasn't going to leave him, no matter how tempting the prospect.

She offered Jayne an apologetic smile before retrieving her robot charge from his place on the pole. With that taken care of, she caught up with the other man, indicating that she was ready to go.

Jayne rolled his eyes realizing he wasn't going to be separating them anytime soon, but something about this challenging girl was just bringing his stubborn nature out.

It wasn't a long walk back to the hanger where Serenity was docked, the ship was old and well worn even more then the image he had brought up in the Sensorium.

"S'got a couple of shuttles on the sides there." Jayne pointed, "That one belongs to Inarra, she's a classy whore." He explained in his own manner leading them into the cargo bay.

"Not a word one should use in polite company," Wheatley interjected. "It would be far more polite to say 'Classy businesswoman'."

Unfortunately for Jayne and his bunk, Chell and Wheatley were a bit of a two-for-one deal. She wasn't about to let the little robot out of her sight.

Tuning him out, however, was another story, and something she very easily did. She honestly wasn't paying much attention to Jayne, either, because HOLY COW A REAL LIVE SPACESHIP.

It didn't matter to her what Inara did for a living, only that the inside of her shuttle was REALLY COOL.

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