Meet-n-Greet

[cityship]

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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[birthmural]

"Patsy." Daimon Hellstrom stood, although he did not try walking, not right away. He closed his eyes and focused so he would not garble the words he spoke. "I do not know for what reason you have been deprived of your memory, but you do know me."

[patsy-walker.livejournal.com]

Patsy turned to look at Owen before he reached for his boomerang. "Down, handsome," she said before looking back at Daimon. "I haven't been deprived of anything, Mr. Hellstrom. I simply don't know you. My last memory is of training on Titan with a woman named Moondragon." She hasn't met the Defenders yet, Daimon.

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen nods and stays back as she moves up a bit, but he's still keeping a watchful eye out. This guy might not be as bad as his self-proclaimed daddy, but Owen doesn't want to ignore him, just the same.

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."

[birthmural]

Daimon frowned in thought.

"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.

[patsy-walker.livejournal.com]

Patsy stopped in front of Daimon and looked up at the taller man. She tucked back a lock of her hair and stared uncertainly into his eyes. There was something in the way that he was looking at her. Something...intense. Patsy furrowed her brow and tore her eyes away from Daimon. "And what was I to you, Mr. Hellstrom?"

[birthmural]

Daimon however, could not take his eyes off of Patsy.

"We were teammates, perhaps friends." And then, in a low voice he added, "I had hoped to be more."

[patsy-walker.livejournal.com]

Patsy looked back at Daimon again. She could feel his eyes boring into her. The gaze that met her was highly intense. Without thinking, her hand reached up to stroke his cheek, to comfort him because he sounded so forlorn to her, but her hand stopped halfway and she dropped it at her side. She opened her mouth to say something and then closed it. What did you say to something like that? When someone remembered you and obviously had romantic feelings for you...and you had never met them before? What...was there even a protocol for anything like that?

[birthmural]

How? How could one human woman hold so much sway over the heart of the Son of Satan?

"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.

[patsy-walker.livejournal.com]

Patsy tilted her head, her cheeks burning, and watched Daimon walk away. That look in his eyes, the words that he'd said, it was all going to haunt her for a few more days to come. And despite not wanting to, she couldn't help but feel a little guilty for not remembering a man that she'd ever even met.

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!

[fast-thrower.livejournal.com]

Owen moves up next to Patsy again as the exchange seems to have concluded. "Okay... that set the weird-bar reasonably high for this place." He looked at Patsy. "And mind you, I'm still aware we're wearing plant-suits and fell out of pods."