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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"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.

Again with the raising of the eyebrows. "And you have the right to criticize me for not asking why now?"

"You had someone to ask and just didn't bother?" Hunter suggests, wincing slightly. "I was going to find someone later, when there aren't so many people around." he continues, repeating himself for emphasis.

~~Unimpressed Caden is unimpressed.~~ Something along the lines of "Nancy boy" can be heard under his breath, and he snorts. "Nice plan. You claustrophobic or something?"

"... or something." Hunter says slowly, displaying more survival instinct than he has throughout the whole conversation. (He's pretty sure announcing that he's just very shy actually will either lead to a: more mocking, b: more mind-screwing, or c: a combination of the two. He's not happy with any of those options.)

Caden grunts vaguely, frowning at Hunter for a moment before grabbing his elbow and dragging him into the crowd. "I'm not trying to be helpful or anything, but if you're a med person, you might end up keeping me from bleeding out at some point, so I think you finding the med team would be good." Totally and completely out of character? Why yes, he is. "Meanwhile, you're going to help me look for Jaime. Supposedly he's wearing a lot of blue." Okay, the forcing-Hunter-to-help-him is a bit more in character. Maybe he hasn't gone insane.

Insanity is always a possibility with Caden. Always.

Hunter makes a very undignified 'meep!' noise as Caden drags him out into the middle of the people. "Um, a-alright. Is he not wearing the creepy suit?" he asks as he's being yanked along behind a very determined Caden.

Caden shudders. "Don't... don't mention the creepy suit. I'm trying really, really hard to not think about the creepy suit. No creepy suits here," he says, pausing and looking around, eyes scanning for either a lot of blue or a guy in a ninja mask. He doesn't see either. "And how should I know? I haven't met the guy. That's the point of the endeavor, remember?"

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