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Meet-n-Greet

After being released from stasis, having the slime removed from their bodies and clothed in the creepy, pulsing leaf-suit that everyone wore, and being taken to the Weapons & Possessions lockers to collect their belongings, the new arrivals would find themselves standing in the Observation Deck. Round windows lined the fleshy walls, revealing the bright display of lights that was inter-dimensional travel. They would also discover that there were people--members of the command staff and crew that had woken earlier--waiting for them.

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Well, Hunter's changed his mind. He's not so much kicked-puppy as he is absolutely terrified now, although he's managed to think clearly enough to collect a handful of green sparks. These aren't the healing-sparks though; those will probably come after Caden collapses to the floor unconscious. Hunter's not too sure about how well the floor will cushion for impact, so, there'll probably be some bruising.

Now all he has to do is make himself touch Caden, which... will be difficult.

Sadly, Caden isn't very fond of green sparkles; green is not his color. Thanks to spending nearly his entire life switching from animal to animal, he has developed pretty decent senses, and the sparks cupped in the kid's hand aren't very inconspicuous. Taking a hint from the implied threat, he takes a step back, folding his arms across his chest again, eyebrow still quirked.

"Self-defense is for ninnies," he says, rather sad that his prey isn't defenseless. It would have been fun to terrify him out of his wits, but hey, you can't always get what you want. (But if you try sometimes, you'll find, you get what you need...)

... well, Hunter's a rather pacifistic healer. He just threatened you with anaesthesia, Caden. ... of course, he's not going to complain about the tiny little not-really-a-threat working. "O-or for when people threaten you on a weird living spaceship." Hunter points out, stuttering a little.

What Caden doesn't know won't hurt him. And, apparently, neither will the green sparkles.

"Was I threatening you? No, I wasn't. I believe the technical phrase is 'screwing with your mind'." He has to admit, the stuttering is a little cute. Not that he's going to tell Hunter that. His glare fixes itself back into position, replacing the eerie smile and the quirked eyebrows.

"Hasn't today been mind-screwy enough?" Hunter mutters in resignation. The green sparks still haven't gone away entirely, but they have gone down in number. Just in case, you understand.

... Hunter doesn't want to be 'cute', and he can't help the stuttering.

"Stop bitching; we're all confused as all getout. Anyway, it's not like I hurt you... or compromised your virginal purity or anything. You're still whole and untainted, Sparkles," he mutters, scowling and running a hand through his hair. He's not really paying attention to the green sparks anymore; he's more concerned with the returning awareness that he has no clue where in all holy hell he is.

"Not everyone's confused. Or did you scare off all the people trying to answer questions?" Hunter points out, more politely snarky than Caden had been. (Not that it would have been more difficult to be more polite than Caden, but it was the thought that counted.)

"And my name isn't Sparkles."

"Oh, very witty," Caden exclaims, feigning mirth at Hunter's own snark. "And anyway, I got the only answer I need from the old man taking names, thank you very much."

He waits expectantly, eyebrows raised. If he's not provided with a name, he can and will continue calling Sparkles Sparkles, and he might just keep calling him Sparkles no matter what. He has grown fond of the name in the few seconds since he made it up.

Hunter raises one eyebrow slightly, significantly less intimidated by what's-his-face than he had been a minute or so ago. "Congratulations. Was that the answer to the question 'where are we' or 'what's going on', by any chance?" he asks, still polite and still more than a bit snarky.

Caden is unfazed by the implied insult to the fact that no, the answer is not 'where are we' or 'what's going on'. "No. But I did learn that there's a group of people trying to get out of here, and that's all I need to know," he says, tone disparaging. "Really, what's the use of knowing where we are if we have no control over that fact? Stupid, Sparkles. Stupid." It seems that his common sense didn't make it into his Weapons and Possessions Locker.

"... and that doesn't help us if we don't know where we're getting home from. Also, I'm pretty sure I saw Luke Skywalker over there, so there's some kind of alternate-universe thing happening in this ship." Clearly Hunter had his common sense in his locker. Not much else, from the looks of him, but his common sense arrived intact.

Hunter also talked with much more helpful people.

Caden does hesitate now, his mouth hanging open slightly. His logic has failed him, and he has just been forced to realize that, indeed, that way of thinking was reaching for levels of stupidity that he has never aspired to aim for. "Oh," he intones, blinking a few times in rapid succession before deciding to regain his composure (meaning 'start glaring again'). "Okay, well, I'm sure the team is assessing that part of the problem, too. The fact that they're trying to get out is good enough for me, though," he says, trying to save himself. The lapse in common sense is proof that he is completely and totally disoriented.

... Hunter's not convinced, but all right. His opinion of Caden is reaching very, very low levels of approval (the kind of levels usually only reached by his best friend, which should tell you something about both Hunter and his friends). "... have you actually met that team? Or are you just guessing?"

Yes, his experience being his best friend's common sense is going to come in handy here.

Caden is aware that he is no longer succeeding in anything.

"Well... no, but I'm looking for them. The guy's name is Jaime. I just haven't found him yet, that's all."

And yet, he just keeps digging himself in deeper...

"I haven't seen him." Hunter says apologetically, still trying to be helpful. He's got a helping-people problem. "... you haven't seen a doctor in a ninja mask, have you?" He's hoping Caden will feel like helping him in return. It probably won't happen, but he can dream, right?

Caden blinks. "A ninja mask? Really? What is this, a comic book?" He snorts, shaking his head, completely unaware that is his team captain he's making fun of. "No, I haven't seen a... doctor?... in a ninja mask."

Hunter shrugs. "I dunno, either him or a woman named Jean Grey. They're in charge of the medical staff, according to the guy taking the census, and I'm pretty sure I meed to talk to them."

"I wouldn't know unless Jean Grey is walking around with 'Jean Grey' tattooed on her forehead," he intones, looking unimpressed as he has decided that glaring continuously requires too much effort. "Looks like you're in the same situation I am, Sparkles."

"I didn't get a description of her. And it's not Sparkles, it's Hunter." Hunter says, giving Caden an equally unimpressed look.

"... you need to see the medical staff?"

Caden's eyebrows lift rather high, and a snicker escapes. "Because Hunter is so much better than Sparkles. And no, I meant that we're both looking for people that we only have the vaguest of vague descriptions of."

"What's your name, then, if you think Hunter's so bad?" Hunter asks, slightly belligerently. Of course, belligerent for Hunter is only mildly confrontational for normal people.

"O-oh. Right."

Caden clears his throat, hesitating for a long moment. His name had been a topic of much hilarity when he was small, among other things, so disclosing it just now doesn't really seem... like a good idea. After all, it's marginally less-cool than 'Hunter'. Another throat clear, a faint cringe. "Caden." May as well get it over with in as close to a monosyllable as possible, as he would say.

Hunter was, quite frankly, waiting for it to be something like Ernest or Ronald or Stanley or something after that horrifically long pause. Caden was almost a letdown after that. "That's not so bad. It could be Sparkles." Hunter says, raising his eyebrows. He honestly meant the bit about the name not being so bad, but the Sparkles comment contained traces of unimpressed sarcasm.

Hunter has a point; if 'Caden' had gotten him giggled at, 'Sparkles' would have gotten balled-up bits of paper thrown at him. Not that he didn't get balled-up bits of paper thrown at him anyway, but that wasn't about his name; that was about the amount of attention he paid to his hair.

"Yeah, well..." His mind is blank as far as witty retorts go, and he just barely restrains himself from resorting to the typical middle-school-boy insult ('your mom [insert degrading comment about the other party's maternal unit here]'). "Yeah. Uhm... so, did you find out why where here? Or where we are?" May as well make use of his lack of wittiness.

Well, that's understandable. Emo kids get things thrown at them no matter what.

Yo mamma comments would have just reminded him of home, which... might not be a good thing, honestly. "... no, not really. I was going to ask someone later, when everything wasn't quite so chaotic and full of people." Hunter says sheepishly. He's not great with large groups of people, hence his efforts to avoid them while tripping over Caden.

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