trans_9 | To the Toilets! [open]

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.

"Right. Because we don't want any violations for violence," Pixie nodded. "Oh, right. My soul dagger. It's...a relatively new thing I can do." Her eyes - already pitch black - darken in expression. She concentrates and a whirl of light and dark and smoke curls around her hand before a dark, metallic-looking dagger appears. "It can only harm magic, though."

John tilts his head to the side a bit at the display of magic. "Impressive. Good to know." So now he knows...three people, other than Allison, and has no intention of allowing either two of them exploring the less claustrophobic city on their own.

Knowledge is power. Or something like it.

Something like that. And safety in numbers. Yadda yadda. "Why only magic?"

Mia moved closer, watching the changes wash over Pixie. "Cool stuff..."

She smiles at the other girl. "You had any actual practice fighting with that thing? I'm not bad with a sword myself."

"Cool!" Paco agreed enthusiastically. He thought for a moment. "I think you might be the first magic-type we've got. Everyone else I've met seems to be badass normal or tech-y."

Come to think of it, he really ought to see how Jaime's doing sans Traci...

"I'm actually a mutant," she explained, looking at each of the group of people assembled around her. "The magic...is a by-product of someone toying around with my, ah, soul." She paused for a moment and continued, "It's a piece of my soul, and it was created in a place that's practically all magic...by someone named Magik." She was still processing it herself. Surprisingly, though, for someone who'd lost her soul, Pixie was handling it very, very well. She smiled at Mia. "I've had a little practice, but I'm always up for more."

Someone named Magik sounds like the Redundant Department of Redundancy, to John, but he doubts he's the first one to think that and he will not bet money that he would be the first one to say it.

So he doesn't. Instead: "That's intense." With a nod to her composure, as well. People deal with what they have to deal with or they don't, but Pixie's got a bit more of John's respect for that.

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