trans_9 | GLaD to be un-GLaDOS'd.

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GLaD to be un-GLaDOS'd.

GLaDOS and Patsy Walker and become very good friends of late. Or, at least, that's what it felt like to the young, flame-haired superheroine. Until recently, things had been going so well for her, what with connecting with Daimon Hellstrom - the man who was supposed to be her husband one day, or so he'd said (and she'd readily believed) - and all that.

Then GLaDOS had sucked her in, and Patsy had been in there for god only knew how long. She was out again, though, and as soon as being released, she'd scoured the ship for Daimon...and couldn't find him.

Which meant one of two things. Either he'd been repodded for good, or he was also stuck in GLaDOS.

And boy, do I ever hope it's the latter. At least then I'll see him again, she thought to herself as she walked out onto the Observation Deck. It was a nice place to think, the deck, and she needed that. When she'd first arrived on the ship, Patsy had been glad that she'd finally be getting her chance to be a real hero, but ever since having popped, she'd mostly only gotten GLaDOS'd.

A lot.

Things really need to change.

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Starfire happened to be floating by in deep thought. The ship was such a sad and quiet place recently: their crew was shrinking. Would they still be strong enough to withstand the storms ahead? Those who remained would need to be stronger.

She was so lost in thought, in fact, that she bumped straight into the person in front of her. She jumped back, glancing over the other person. Was she hurt? She didn't seem to be.

"Please, I beg your pardon. I am very sorry! I will be more attentive in the future."

Patsy was momentarily startled, but if there was one thing she didn't tend to get, it was angry over a little mishap like that.

Issues back home with Hedy Wolfe not withstanding, of course.

"No, it's quite alright," Patsy replied, struck by the green of the girl's eyes. They were quite unlike anything she had ever seen before. "There's no need for an apology. Especially between redheads," she smiled.

Starfire hovered just slightly above the ground, pushing her hair over one shoulder as she studied this woman. How pretty! And kind as well. It might be too early to tell, but she believed she might like this person.

"All is well between us. Though I do not believe we have met before! Are you new?"

"I might as well be," Patsy replied, a tad bit embarrassed. "I'm not sure how long I've been here, but I know I've spent more of it in GLaDOS than I have out here." She shrugged. "I'm hoping to change that."

"Then I hope you will be allowed to stay," Starfire smiled. She offered a hand.

"My name is Starfire! I am a member of the Welcoming Committee. Do you require a tour?"

"I'm Patsy!" Patsy said brightly. "Patsy Walker. But I also go by Hellcat." She pointed to the bright blue cat-eared cowl hanging off of her bright blue sash. "And actually, a tour might be fantastic. I haven't really done much exploring. I mean, if you don't mind. If you were busy - I mean, you were obviously deep in thought..."

"No, I am not currently occupied," Starfire quickly clarified, shaking her head. "I was simply looking for friends, and I will find them later! I would like to discuss our ship's situation with them."

She fell quiet. It wasn't something she could discuss so openly, especially with someone she did not know well. Perhaps somewhere else. "Would you like to visit our animals? Our libraries? A training room?"

"I've seen the libraries and the training room, but I wasn't aware that we had animals on board," Patsy replied after a long moment. How did that work? Did they also get the same slop that the crew on the ship got? "Well. Except...I thought I saw some ponies with tattoos..." she wasn't sure if she'd imagined that or not. "But yes! Animals! That sounds lovely!"

"Yes! They are in Hydroponics, and they are adorable. We are not allowed to hunt the animals that are tagged. They are our friends. It is just beyond the walk," Starfire explained, happily leading the way.

"The talking ponies are our friends and crewmates. I know of one, Pinkie Pie."

"In that case, it's probably a good thing that I don't hunt animals," Patsy grinned. She didn't even wear real fur - except for maybe back in her days as a teen model - but that was a very different time.

"So, the ponies - like Pinkie Pie - they aren't one of the Hydroponics' own?" That was interesting. Then again, Patsy'd heard of Howard the Duck back home, so it's not like she was terribly surprised.

"No! They are fully sentient crew members, the same as you or I," Starfire explained, floating on ahead down the spacewalk. They were almost there!

Soon enough, they arrived in the bright green space. A small portion of the land seemed to be sectioned off for a farm of some sort, with a simple wooden fence. Other areas featured creatures of all types roaming free under the artificial sun.

Starfire immediately gravitated toward her favorites, the little pink grub moles wriggling on the ground. They reminded her of her dear pet Silkie, but they weren't nearly as greedy!

"These are the grub moles," Starfire introduced them, gently rolling one with her hand. "They are docile and easily amused by rolling."

Patsy somewhat envied Starfire's ability to fly under her own power. It was never a power that she had possessed - even if she reinforced her martial arts know-how with the telekinesis that she possessed, she wasn't able to utilize her power in such a way to make herself fly.

Besides. Her codename was Hellcat. She didn't much think that flying would really go with the name.

Walking into the area, Patsy had realized that she'd been there once before. She simply hadn't realized that there were live creatures there, besides the plants.

Her eyes widened beneath her mask. Clearly, there was a lot about the ship that she had to learn.

"Grub moles," she said, not yet reaching out to touch one. Yes, Starfire had one in her hand, and Patsy was sure that they were safe, but it seemed as though Starfire was familiar with them. Not having that same luxury, Patsy didn't want to hurt one of the cute little guys. "I would never have expected something like this on here," she said, honestly. "They're adorable, though!"

"They are! I had a pet at home who was very much like one. His name was Silkie, and he ate everything in sight! I have missed him. He would have loved it here."

Starfire looked up, spotting a stilt glider gliding over their heads. It was a green creature, almost deer-like in its shape and movements, but the wings kept it aloft. She smiled and waved at it.

"There is also a tree that produces alcoholic beverages. Many of our crew are very fond of it."

Patsy followed Starfire's gaze, her eyes widening at the sight of the stilt glider. "All of these animals - are they native to Stacy, or were they pulled from the same various dimensions and planets that our crew was pulled from?" Patsy was fairly certain that it was the latter, but she wanted to know, regardless.

She blinked at that last part. "You mean. Not like...not like a winery that produces wine but an actual tree?" Where the heck had that been when she'd first podpopped in this place?!

"I believe they were rescued, like us, but I do not know for certain." Starfire dug her fingers in the grass, delighted by the texture of it. She's missed real grass.

"Yes! It is called the beer tree. It is just over there," Starfire said cheerfully, pointing at it. All the bottles a person could want were hanging from it.

Patsy turned to the direction that Starfire was pointing in and her eyes widened. It was not like anything that she had ever seen before - and Patsy Walker had seen a lot in her time. She turned back to Starfire. "Please tell me there are similar ones for wine and milkshakes and soda?"

"If they exist here, I do not know of them," Starfire said apologetically. "I would like to find a mustard plant. Perhaps we can trade for seeds on another planet?"

"I do miss mustard," Patsy agreed. "And ketchup and relish and, really, hot dogs." She could really go for a hot dog just then, if she was being honest with herself. Her eyes flicked over to the beer tree, and the craving only increased.

She turned away from it.

"I'm going to assume that there's nothing feral lurking in here?"

"I have traded for small supplies on planets, but we do not stop often enough to have a continuous supply. I will try to find bigger bottles."

Starfire shook her head, smiling at another shadow passing overhead. "Most of the animals have been fitted with chips that prevent their violent urges from surfacing. Several have not, so you should always be careful."

Patsy nodded. She'd only been off-shore once, on the marriage planet.

That's when things between her and Daimon had really heated up.

A wistful look passed over her expression. Daimon. Where are you?

"Careful is good," Patsy said, pushing thoughts from Daimon away from her mind for the moment. "So...tell me about you," Patsy said, in an effort to make a friend on the ship. "I'm a superhero where I'm from," she then added. "Well. I was training to be one, anyway."

Starfire was happy to introduce herself. She stretched her arms up to the sky, flashing her biggest smile.

"I am a superhero as well! I was a member of the Teen Titans, a group of teenaged superheroes like myself. I was a refugee from another planet, but Earth's young heroes were kind enough to welcome me. Only Beast Boy is here of my teammates, though."

She flipped her hair over her shoulder, thinking fondly of him. "Where were you training? Is there an academy?"

Patsy wasn't so surprised that the girl was a superhero - after all, most of the people on the ship were heroes of a sort. Nor did the alien thing phase her. What did, though, was that the girl seemed so full of life and carefree and happy. She hadn't met many heroes like that, and Patsy admired that in Starfire.

"I was training with a friend," Patsy said. "Moondragon. She was teaching me how to best harness my powers, and helping me make my tele-talents stronger," she said. "And then, the next thing I knew, I was here."

"I see." That was lucky! The woman's powers sounded wonderful. "So you're a telepath? What can you do?"

"Read minds, mostly. I can also lift things with my mind, too. Telekinesis. As far as I know, that's about the limits of my superpower," Patsy replied. "What about you? I mean, I noticed that you can fly - Which has me really jealous, by the way - but are there any other perks with being an alien?"

"Ah! My friend Raven has telekinetic powers as well," Starfire remembered. She missed the other girl. "She was required to tightly control her emotions to prevent her powers from causing destruction, and it caused difficulties between us."

But Raven was her closest friend then. She smiled wistfully. "We have nine stomachs and meter-long tongues," she reported dutifully. "We are also capable of firing powerful blasts from our hands and eyes, we can survive without oxygen in deep space, and we learn languages through lip contact."

That last one was always good for a laugh. She giggled. "But it is not always so simple. It has taken time to understand human customs."

"Wow," Patsy said after a long moment. "It sounds like she's kind of in a tough situation there."

And then her eyes widened again. "You have...you have nine stomachs?" Patsy couldn't imagine what that would be like. "Do you get, like, exceedingly hungry?"

The lip contact thing would hit the former teen model later.

Starfire laughed and shook her head. "They are each very small. The main difference is that my favorite foods differ from most other people's, because each stomach processes different components---but I do eat large meals. People have stared at my tray of amorphous slop in the dining hall."

She smiled and shook her head. "We are working on growing more food here. If we work hard, we will not have to eat the slop as often."

"Well, everyone does have at least one thing that they like that no one else tends to," Patsy laughed. "When I go to the movies, I love popcorn drenched in nacho cheese and salsa, with tons of jalapenos on top." It was the best of both worlds, that.

"Well, from what it looks like," Patsy tugged on her plantsuit, "gardening is somewhat sustainable here."

And then she blinked.

"Wait, rewind. You learn languages by lip contact? Foreigners must find you very welcoming!"

"That sounds delicious!" Starfire said earnestly. She was almost licking her lips. "I would gladly eat it with you."

She smiled shyly in response to the other comment. "Many do, but boy-friends do not appreciate it."

"It actually is pretty amazing. But really messy!" Patsy exclaimed. "I love it when the popcorn gets all soggy and cheesy," she added.

"No, I can't imagine that my...Daimon..." she still didn't know what to call him, "would appreciate that much, if that were part of my power set. I don't imagine you've used that power much since having arrived on Earth, though?"

"No, it is usually not necessary. I have learned English, and that is very useful for my home town. It is sometimes required when the team travels to other worlds, however. Here, Stacy does it for us..."

She taps her chin. "But I have considered learning the many crew languages if they are willing, in the event that our automatic translation system ever fails."

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