trans_9 | To the Toilets! [open]

Pixie raises an eyebrow at Mia as she flits around the group. "I was just looking, Alpha Dog. No harm, no foul." She grins at Mia and flits over to the other side of the small group, putting some distance between her and the blonde. All the better to control impulses of dusting people in the face. "This is...actually way cooler than the Sensoriums, in a way," she says. It's clear that, despite whatever's happened on the ship, Pixie hasn't really spent much time down here, if at all.

The Hub had to be one of the strangest ways to get around in John's opinion, but they were out of it and on their feet in a moment so he gets to follow the others and wish he had pockets to shove his hands in while he takes in this here city.

It is MASSIVE, which is the first thing that occurs to him; none of the inherent claustrophobia that comes on the level they'd 'popped' on. Granted with more space comes the lack of ability to keep track of everything, and that isn't lost on John at all.

"...Sensoriums?" He queried, now that Pixie was closer to him and Allison than Paco and Mia. "What are those?"

She had done her best to ignore the strangeness of it, was finding that doing that helped out a lot. If she ignored it, no one would bother her about her freaking out. Right? Sure.

Still. There were things she was curious about. The lack of claustrophobia on this level being one of them.

And she really wished they had beds. "Maybe it's like a movie theatre." Which she also hasn't seen since she was three.

Mia laughed. "Alpha dog? Are you kidding? Totally not me. And totally not taken by me either."

She turned to the others. "You ever hear of a holo-deck?" She grins from ear to ear.

"The Sensoriums are awesome," Paco said. "Also, here's a big hint: eat there, not in the Mess Hall. It's technically the same glop, but Stacy can make you think it's not."

The churches and other very important-looking buildings were becoming more sparse, and slowly being replaced by plain, boxy structures. They looked like really unimaginative warehouses.

"We're getting close!"

"Okay, clearly, I need to hang with you more," she says. "I didn't even know the Sensorium could do that! And I've been here for awhile!" She could have real food again! And she could use a real bathroom! Eeee! "What did Stacy do, kidnap a business complex?"

Unlike nearly everyone else in the group, John's not sure he's too keen on the description of the Sensoriums so far. "Yeah, I know what a holo-deck is," he says, glancing at Allison with an expression he hopes conveys that he'll explain, later.

As the son of a madwoman he is none too interested in having his brain messed with up to and including the point of a false reality. Better tasting food or no.

Allison? Has no idea what a holo-deck is, but she'll hold John to that explaining later. "I don't want people making me think something is something else. Does it have to do that?"

"Well... how much you do with it is totally up to you." Mia replies, shrugging. "If you just want a nice pretty place to sit, it can do that, but you can ask it not to simulate textures, or give you anything to eat. Way I see it, though? If we're here to save the universe, we may as well get some deserved creature comforts when possible."

"I am really, really looking forward to getting clothing that doesn't have a pulse," Paco said. "Also, showers."

He looked up at Megan and grinned. "Nahh, just a bathroom. Speaking of, here we are!"

This particular boxy structure had a door with a very familiar "unisex bathroom" symbol on it. Paco pushed the door open and flicked on the light switch.

Inside, it could have been any public bathroom ever. Sinks, mirrors, air dryers, toilets in their stalls -- the only exception was the graffiti scrawled on every surface (which wasn't that unusual), and the very last stall on the end being shut tight with a holographic bio-hazard sticker on the door.

"Welcome to the Public Bathrooms!" Paco announced grandly.

"Wait, you mean we'll be getting our normal clothes some time soon?" Pixie tugs on her plantsuit. "I mean, at least with the X-Men, we could design our own uniforms." She flits in, twirling around a couple of times, taking in the public bathroomy scent of it all. It's a gross scent, but goshdarnit, it takes her back home! She stops in front of the one with the bio-hazard sticker and stops. "Uh. Did the Man-Thing die in there or something?"

Huh, it is, in fact, a public bathroom. Straight out of NYC or LA. John nods and glances around before looking at Mia for a moment.

"I think," John says after a moment. "You're missing the point that Allison was trying to make. You seem to keep doing that. Neither of us are too keen on altered reality in any way, shape, or form. That includes your so-called 'creature comforts' and while I really hope you were just saying that in order to make her more comfortable or...something, you more or less failed. You're diminishing everything she says by making assumptions. I'd be careful."

Now that John has gotten that off his chest he will poke about this bathroom, yeah?

That? Gets a small half-smile, half-smirk out of Allison when she goes to investigate a bit of this bathroom. Read the grafitti. Peer at the biohazard sticker and take about twelve steps back. "Man-thing?"

Man, and Ollie complained about Hawkman being a jerk?

Mia took a breath, held back a scowl, and apologized. "Sorry for missing the point." She briefly shot Paco a look of Can you believe this prick?

"Not that I know about, chica," Paco answered Megan. "I just really, really hope we do. I've been wearing this for a lot longer than you have, and it doesn't exactly get less creepy."

He ambled over to the sealed stall and tapped on the door again. Still locked. "We're not sure what's in here, but it hasn't bothered anyone so far, so it's probably not a giant cockroach lying in wait or anything. Buuuuut we also suggest not going to the bathroom by yourself. Then again, I've noticed most girls do that even without potential toilet-flavored doom."

Wincing a little at the exchange going on between Mia and John and Allison, Paco gestured for them to break it up. "All of you, chill. Mia's just trying to help. Mia, they've been dealing with a crazy AI in the sky kind of thing, sans super heroes. Give 'em a bit of space.

"The Man-Thing!" Pixie said, flitting about Allison. "He's this giant swampy, slimy guy. I've never seen him, but I've read stuff in the X-Men's files," she supplied. "And seriously guys, chill. As much as I hate to unintentionally quote High School Musical - and I swear, this phrase is now as unusable as 'Who you gonna call?!' - but we're all in this together, and we should, you know, try and get along. And stuff. So...yes. What Paco said."

John gives a sharp nod and continues looking around. He said his peace; he intends to mostly ignore Mia from this point onward. "If it was a swampy guy I'm willing to bet we'd smell him. Or notice the mosquitoes."

What? Logic is always applicable.

Allison will follow his lead with the ignoring her. "I probably wouldn't notice. Or care. High School what?" Oh God, Allison. No.

Mia cringes bodily. "They've got that garbage in more than one universe? Ewwwwww."

She processes the plant person discussion bits. "Wait... don't you mean Swamp Thing?"

"I know, right? Who'd have thought there were so many morons with high tech computers in all the universes?"

Paco shook his head. "We haven't seen or heard anything out of that stall yet, and we've been using it for awhile. The Brainies came in here, and they'd have probably noticed if it were giving off harmful rays or something. It's probably something that's going to crawl out and scare the shit out of us eventually, like everything else on this ship. Or it's dead. We're hoping it's the second, but in the mean time, we like to pee where Stacy can't watch us."

"Swamp who?" Pixie asked, raising an eyebrow. "Ew. No. It's Man-Thing." Cross-dimensional counterparts? Maybe. "As long as it doesn't scare the, uh, crap out of us while we're...depositing the...well. Yeah. Okay. I'll be sure to dust whatever it is and then stab it with my soul dagger."

There is a comment about 'comic-book fucking realities' muttered under John's breath but it's not a dig at anyone, just a comment on the name Swamp-Thing or Man-Thing or whatever. "Dust it?"

"Soul dagger. What is that, like excaliber or something?" What? It's not like the future outlawed books, okay.

Mia shrugs at Pixie's reference, but seems curious as well.

"That would be why we suggest you don't wander off alone in general," Paco said. "Seriously. At least try to do the buddy system, we've got over a hundred people in here, you can't piss all of them off."

Although he's pretty interested in finding out what Pixie's talking about too.

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