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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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Even if he was himself the product of time travel, he'd learned enough to know that the future didn't always survive to be what people thought it would. He'd learned to live for the moment.
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She'd lived a pretty normal life until recently. Lately though...well, it didn't matter, because Patsy was happy with the way her life was going. Even with being here on the meatship. She was finally doing something with her life. On her own. That in itself was an amazing feeling.
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"So, you ever been in space before? Any idea what kinda food we're in store for?"
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What had he been doing? There was something he was angry about?
His eyes slid back into focus and the sight of one retreating form jogged his memory.
"P-" He tried to walk and fell onto the floor.
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He lowered his voice. "Your call, kitten. I'm sure he'll be okay no matter what, this ship obviously wants us in one piece for something..."
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He's also not sure if the tentacles are faster than whatever this guy could do, but he's willing to bet he's faster than him.
He does try to help a bit though. "People are getting snagged from all over dimensions. Could be from different places in time too."
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"I see. This 'Stacy' has greater power than I imagined." He opened his eyes and stared at the woman he loved. And yet, not the woman he loved. "You have not met me, but I have met you, or at least an alternate version of you, if we come from separate worlds."
Stacy was going to pay for this.
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"We were teammates, perhaps friends." And then, in a low voice he added, "I had hoped to be more."
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"You are a beautiful woman in any time, Patsy Walker." He turned and walked away, not caring where he went, so long as the destination put distance between them.
He had fled the Defenders, found Father Gossett, returned to the monastic life, not to find himself, at least not as much as he claimed. He had fled to escape her. And now pulled into this strange and unknown place, worlds away if he guessed right, he found that he could not escape her.
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And then a thought crossed her mind. The Son of Satan is in love with me. Me! Little old Patsy Walker from Centerville. How awesome-slash-horrifying is that? Cheese and crackers!
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