trans_9 | Meet-n-Greet

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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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"Hi!" Wyn says brightly. "Are you new? We haven't met, anyway, even if you're not. I'm Wyn, and-- oh, do you have a pen to go with that notebook? I'd love to have a pen, really; all I've got on me is eyeliner, and I'm not writing with that, it smudges too easily."

"I don't suppose I do have a pen. How odd." She blinked, her smile growing wider with charmed amusement. Was that natural hair? "I'm Angela. I....arrived today. Is this your ship?"
She wasn't going to ask about the eyeliner; one thing at a time.

It's very natural, if a bit in need of a trim at this point. "I'm not surprised. Stacy's not a big fan of being useful. And no, this isn't my ship. The ship... belongs to herself, as far as we can tell. Do you still need the basic new-kid rundown of things here?" Wyn asks.

Seriously, Angela, you should have asked about eyeliner. It'd be one of the easiest things to explain here.

Another blink, this time with confusion. "Yes, Stacy spoke earlier. So she is alive. Very interesting." Angela paused, looking around. "Some answers would be nice. Why not start with 'eyeliner', then? And 'Greater Purpose'". She raised an eyebrow, still lighthearted, but listening intently.

"Yeah, we're on a living transuniversal spaceship." Wyn says, mouth twisting. "And eyeliner is basically a really creamy black-- or colored, there can be colors-- pencil you can use to line your eyes with. Exactly what it says on the tin, basically, except you can't really use it for writing because it goes dull too fast and smears too easily on paper." Wyn says, pulling her battered eyeliner out of the inside pocket of her giant flannel shirt and scribbling on her hand as a demonstration.

"The Great Purpose is... um, complicated. We're not quite sure what it is yet, but there's omnicidal aliens called the Ohm involved somehow. I've heard that we're meant to be an army, and the people I've met kind of substantiate that claim, but..." She's clearly not happy about the idea of being in an army.

Kohl. Charcoal, in some of the southern parts of Alagaesia. "I...see." Nodding, Angela looked at Wyn's palm for a second as she dissected the rest of the info.

"And I'm sure I can ask about transuniversal spaceships for a while. Aliens?" Another new word, she thought with exasperation. "Ohm. Alright." She grabbed onto the army idea, thinking of all the weapons clutched by others in the room. Made sense. Too bad she had missed the setup - being at the front line was rather Angela's specialty.

"Um... sentient beings from other planets. There are some onboard, although I don't see any of the ones I know." Brainiac 5 (either, although maybe the organic one would be a better example) and the naga-woman (who everyone swore was an alien and not an actual naga) weren't around, and they were the only ones she knew.

Pause. "Other planets...?"

She laughed helplessly. "Yes, this does look complicated. I can see how this might take a while." Settling against the wall, Angela took a deep breath. "So. People from different places are gathering here for some unknown purpose - to possibly fight a war with aliens." She quirked her lip. How exciting. She would have to find a pen and write these things down for review later. "I'd assume we were chosen for particular reasons, then, judging by the variety." Again, all the weapons and dangerous-looking animals. Aliens?

"Ah, yes, that's basically it." Wyn says apologetically. "Sorry there's no decent news about your kidnapping-by-sentient-organic-spaceship."

Exciting would be one term for it, yes. "And I believe so, at least from what I've seen. Mostly combatants, as you'd expect. Lots of superheroes, for some reason, which is a bit odd. ... and there are a lot of teenagers and little kids." And some of the animals are just animals, like the velociraptors.

"I'm sure this can hold me over for a bit," she said wryly. "If nothing else, I was looking for adventure. I just had something like 'the elves have finally left their refuge' or something..." Which would be a big deal. Which still didn't measure up to how much of a big deal it was for this place to exist.

Luckily, Angela's super high tolerance of "exciting" has taken hold. Stretched, but holding up for now. "Super hero. Finally, a word somewhat self-explanatory. Yes, heroes are generally rare. Good eye, Stacy." Not that she wanted the ship to reply, unless it/she could answer some real questions.

Wyn blinked over at Angela, looking more-than-slightly concerned. "Let's hope the elves haven't left Haven. That would be... well, 'bad' doesn't seem like a strong enough word. 'Catastrophic' might be better."

"I'm not sure... you know, I don't think superhero means what you think it means, unless you think it means people who dress up in brightly colored spandex and have codenames and masks and patrol the city streets at night keeping people safe from criminals and masterminds and sometimes criminal masterminds, in which case you'd be absolutely correct." she continues, explanation getting slightly derailed in favor of something only tangentially related to the subject. (As usual.)

"Haven? I suppose. It was rather nice, though, when they still involved themselves with us common folk..." she mused dryly. Elves were fair judges, skilled fighters, and good with whatever trade they picked up. Craft - weapons especially - had degenerated since they retreated into Du Weldenvarden.

Spandex? Code names? Masterminds, oh my. "I...think I'll ask for more on that later." She was a bit dazed with such a different...everything. "Are they from your world, then?"

"... maybe your elves, then. The ones from my world are, um... it's better for everyone if they stay out of our world and we out of theirs." The Sidhe are very powerful and very much inhuman.

"Um, if I'm going too fast or getting into something without enough explanation or whatever, just tell me, please? This is kind of a lot to absorb at once." Wyn says anxiously. She does want to help, she just might talk too much for any of what she says to be entirely useful.

"Not really, but I know a little about them. I always thought they were fictional, but somewhere out there in the multiverse superheroes are real, so here they are. Transuniversal spaceship, after all."

She brushed her hair out of her face impatiently - slime and humidity had left it a frizzled mess. "Oh, it's a bit much. But what can you do? I'm sure everyone goes through this." Angela's usual face reappeared, looking content and a bit bemused. "I'm sure things will sort themselves out soon. You can only hold so many people in one place against their own will before trouble starts." Her eyes flicked towards the whispers about a resistance force for a second.

"Oh - transuniversal? That seems like a good one to know." Seems easier to explain than space, maybe.

Short, straight hair is a godsend, in Wyn's opinion.

Wyn shrugs, possibly a little too casually. "Trouble's already started, if you believe some people. Walls have ears, though, so be careful what you mention." The downsides of being in a living, sentient spaceship? There are literal ears on the walls, and there's no way to prove Stacy isn't listening to everything everyone says.

"Transuniversal..." Wyn sighs, trying to marshal her thoughts into something comprehensible. "We're getting to the part of the show where I don't entirely understand the concept, just because I'm not an astrophysicist or a sorceror who specializes in this sort of thing, but here's what I know about our friend Stacy. We're in a place between universes, if that makes sense, where all of the possible parallel universes meet in one location. That's what we're travelling through right now, and that's what's letting all these people that I thought were fictional be here with me and all these other people from different universes besides mine and the superhero ones." ... did that help? Maybe space would have been easier to explain after all.

"Yes, of course." Angela nodded slightly, choosing not to go into more depth about the walls or resistance group.

"Dimensions, really. Overlapping lands. I knew someone that had a fascination with those sorts of things." She said happily. Not too bad at all. Sort of. Except for Stacy herself. That's a lot of universes.

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