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The figure is clearly humanoid, but beyond that, nearly all identifying marks have been covered over and erased by some sort of slick, black skin. (Perhaps it's natural? But is anything in nature that sleek?) While there's an odd lump at the base of the throat, there's not even a slit where a person's mouth should be.

When it turns to look around, it's eyes appear to be white and featureless. It moves to stand in front of a mirror before running the edge of its thumb over something on its chest and peels back the black skin to reveal a mass of unnaturally pale skin and scar-tissue surrounding a piece of embedded machinery where a lung might once have been. It adjusts something inside before sealing the skinsuit back up.

It pauses for a moment, head cocked to one side, before a garbled, barking sound comes out of the vocoder embedded in its throat.

It's laughing.

[ She doesn't trust any of this ship. She's not entirely sure this isn't another, twisted section of the Games, warfare on her mind and her body both.

It's safe to say wherever she is her knives are on her, probably in hand. ]

[Megamind's been around since the Jump, of course, and he's met a few people-- it's hard to keep a low profile when you're large and blue-- but he hasn't addressed the network until now. He's had to have time to prepare things.]

Now! Some of you may recognize me-- [He gives a little smirk, obviously pleased with himself] --either from the Jump or, more likely, from my earlier criminal days when I ruled Metrocity. But I'm here to inform you all that I've become good now! Good! I'm the good guy; I'm here to-- you know-- enforce justice and keep peace and all that sort of thing. So, ah, evildoers beware!

[--right, definitely have to work on some of that witty dialogue. Megamind grimaces for a few seconds. It's so difficult being the good guy; it's certainly not as easy to come up with interesting things to say.]

Right. To that end, I've introduced a new version of my brainbots! Say hello, sweeties--

[A little robot floats on-screen, whirring softly. It looks dangerous, certainly: all metallic teeth and red eyes, crammed full of gadgets and dripping tentacles-- but it hovers against Megamind, pushing fondly against him like a puppy might.]

They'll help you with any medical issue you might have. Assuming you haven't, you know, been eaten or something.

So! What other heroes are there on here? Where are the villains? I can't imagine there's any shortage in a spaceship like this.

[Oh this is odd.

This is odd and people are - where are her clothes -

All right, first matter of business; she gets cleaned up and dressed and now she's wide-eyed and where are Mitchell and George and Nina? Where is her house? Is she still invisible?

She at least has a box of tea. Well. That's good.]

Oh, um-excuse me?

[well, to be honest, waking up naked in a vat of goo isn't the strangest place he's ever woken up in. nor is the metal ceiling and floors too weird.

no, what stands out as the strangest and most concerning part of this whole experience for him is the distinct lack of a certain sister who's meant to be right there next to him. so now, people of the not-so-good ship tranquility, you have a pissed off witch hunter storming his way around the room.

good luck?]

[ some time between turning their backs on the pyre at augsburg and busting the door down on the witch in the desert, gretel finds herself separated from her brother and their newly acquired companions and in some sort of glass cage, choking on blue slime. the cage opens and spills her out and she lands on her hands and knees, landing a bit too hard on her right wrist, but hopefully avoiding a break or a sprain. after a minute to regain enough of her bearings to will her limbs not to shake, she pushes herself to her knees and looks around, wiping the slime out of her eyes so she can see whatever's happening better.

no one seems to be all that better off than she is, but she does notice that there are several around who have been through this ordeal before. after a few minutes of waiting for the unease and nausea to ebb away a bit, she rises unsteadily and starts heading towards where everyone else is headed. the room is harsh and bright and loud, totally foreign to someone who was previously in eighteenth century germany, but she manages to find one towel to clean herself off with and another to cover herself before she starts investigating the place. ]

Edited 2013-03-25 21:45 (UTC)

[ Sometime between getting getting stuck underground with those things, she'd dozed off. Waking up covered in goo, sans weapons and cheerfully informed she was on a spaceship?

She was not jiving with this change. Getting her uniform and weapons back didn't really make her any calmer, but the security eyed her like if she made one wrong move they'd take them away in a flash, so she wasn't making that wrong move.

Not yet.

If someone didn't explain what the hell the Tranquility was doing stealing mercs out of underground facilities, though, she might be inclined to. ]

[ well, that's it. that's all she wrote. he's gone and exploded, and there won't be anything left of earth in the whole universe. it's tragic, really. he wishes he'd had more time with his daughter, even of she was a little bit, well, terrible. maybe a chance to say goodbye to ford, or trillian, or even (though he wouldn't have appreciated it) marvin. but no, it's all too late. it had been a good life, odd but good, and now it's done. ]

[ it's funny, he always thought death would be a lot quieter. ]

[ and a lot less nauseating. ]

[ and less... blue. ]

[ on the floor of the tranquility medbay, arthur dent opens his eyes. well, there's no doubt about it. it must have been a thursday. ]

[ with the weariness and resignation of a man who has long since grown used to waking up unexpectedly aboard impossible spaceships, arthur gets to his feet. looks down at himself. looks around. ]

Sorry, does anybody happen to have a towel?

Has anyone seen Wade Kinsella around? Because I have a feeling he's behind this. And if he is, I'm going to beat him with his own stupid cowboy boots.

[she glances around, the scowl on her face an attempt at trying not to look totally freaked out but she's not exactly happy about being here.]

I know I'm not in Alabama anymore and this isn't like any hospital I've ever worked in or visited.

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[Juice has woken up in a lot of strange states before; hungover, bleary, ripped staples out of his chest or worked on wiping pen off his face. This, though? Naked, covered in blue slime and surrounded by the cross between a sci-fi convention and a high-school locker room - this was a whole new level of fucked up.]

[ oh dear. the dreary expanse of gray walls, the sterile lighting, the disorientation and suffocating nausea-

what a sense of... foreboding

morticia steps out of the chamber and into the encroaching darkness that looms from the lift. she lifts one arm, a single, delicate finger pressed to her painted mouth. ]

How charming.

[ Three things. She had to return each new moon with three new things she had learned.

She had learned thirty new things, but they had all been pushed aside. She was still learning new things and these would please the kindly man more she knew.

The first she knew already what it would be. A man died today. Dareon of the Night’s Watch. Dareon the deserter. His throat was slit and his boots taken off him. Too small and too large for others. A waste of good boots.

The second was pacing before her, eyes burning a dull gold in her impotent fury.

My wolf has come back.

Her wolf. Hers. She was not meant to own anything. She had given up everything. (You lie. A sad little lie. A lie that sits in her hand.) She should be a master of her own face, but Arya cannot help her smile whenever she looks upon Nymeria--a smile that fades whenever she looks away. She keeps a hand on the direwolf as the other moves, not yet convinced it is not a dream she will soon wake from.

It might have been a good dream if not for the third.

I do not know where I am.

All she knew was that she knew nothing. Of where she was, of how she came to be here. Would the kindly man accept it?

Arya bit her lip. ]

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[ the floor is hard beneath her bare knees, cold, and tara wretches violently, losing her balance and crashing forward onto her hands as it feels like her body's trying to throw up without having anything but bile to get rid of. she drops down onto her side after, hands held close to her lower belly as she struggles back up to her knees, pushing wet, stuck together clumps of hair out of her face. ]

--ax?

[ she coughs, harsh and painful. ] Jax?

[ there's an annoying moment when the pod first spits kate out that she in quick succession, tries to get up, fails, pukes and for about five minutes just lays there on the floor before she gets up in search of a shower, moving like someone who really has some place to go.

( that's not accurate, not really, because she doesn't know what this place is and it's like the island only worse because she can't remember how she got here. )

don't mind how you're getting her probably running into you with a quick mumbled apology when really all the woman wants to do is get to that goddamn shower and then actually find her clothes and figure what the hell is going on. ]

[ the safest assumption when you wake up in a test tube surrounded by strangers is that the aliens did it, but seeing as everyone here looks mostly human (as if that means anything) and nobody here is trying to kill him, john decides the subtle approach is best.

that doesn't mean his expression isn't growing increasingly disturbed and suspicious by the second, because first there's showers and then there's lockers, and if this is an abduction it's not a very scary one. there's also the gun in his locker, which is weird but good, but-

no, it's mostly just really freaking weird. he manages to finish dressing before he stops to stare in disbelief at his gun for a few seconds, and then he finally gives up and directs a reasonably loud critique to nobody in particular. ]

You know it's usually a really dumb idea to give the abductees weapons. They might have half a mind to shoot you with them.

[ ... and actually, while he's reviewing the performance. ]

And the showers could use some more soap.

[It didn't matter where she was or if this was some strange delusion that her mind had constructed, Azula was not concerned for the moment. She was mostly ecstatic over her new found freedom to walk around unbound. Sure, the mechanics behind how all of this was possible was mildly intriguing but Azula was far more interested in firebending.

She found her way to the oxygen gardens. There was enough open space there to allow for some practice. And plenty of things to burn.

With a deep breath, she readied her stance and threw a punch, bright blue fire emanating from her fist. She smirked. Yes, she could definitely get used to this.

Even with the voices in her head pleading with her not to cause too much damage.]

[Frell. She never expected to be back on this ship, but here she was covered familiar blue slime and surrounded by people who, surprisingly, have yet to crash this vessel into a planet.

Showered and dressed, Sikozu was happy to find her personal effects in her locker. She was less happy to once again be branded like some Earth cow]

[ the thing about snatching-ups (and mal's experienced a one or two, maybe a few more but beyond zoe and his whole damn disrespectful crew, who's counting?) is each one's different. some're fancy-- they stick you in a real cell, maybe add a laser grid to make a body cautious about escape.

some're messy and fast, elbow to the head and you wake up tied to a chair and with a powerful need to throw up.

this one's a mix of both, but he's not bothering with the little things. no, he's dealing with the real injustices: namely, the last item he pulls from the locker that's his, judging by the little numbers and his things inside, the like. ]

Oh... Ni ta ma de. Tianxia suoyoude ren. Dou gaisi. This is-- wang ba dan--

[ he'll just be shaking the keychain accusingly at any and all passersby. ]

This is not my gorram ship!

[ if this isn't the oddest place he's ever seen, why, then his name isn't meriadoc brandybuck. of course, his name is meriadoc brandybuck, but this place is- well.

o'course it isn't anything like the mines of moria, and it isn't rivendell- but that's not so much strange as it is beautiful-

but at least there's a kitchen. loads of kitchens if he hears right. he's just got to figure out which one of these little buttons in the lift take him to one.

meh.
probably best to just hit 'em all. ]

[ jack is no stranger to throwing up, typically there's more blood when there's something coming out of his mouth, but that's the funny detail isn't it? the one no one talks about because that's the first rule. you don't talk about the club. except you do because how else do people know and that's the weird thing about everything.

but no, the throwing up and the fact that he feels like he's gone ten rounds with someone isn't what makes him question what's going on. this is normal. this is what happens when you fight and you don't win. you have this happen. but no, what makes him question all of this ( somewhere tyler's judging him telling him to question everything you fuck ) is the fact that it looks like a goddamn futuristic sci-fi bullshit set which isn't where he was originally.

of course the eloquent way of phrasing what's going on that comes from his lips while he's getting up shakily? well— ]

The fuck is this?

[ Someone's not at Hogwarts anymore, and is a little...confused. By it. Because last he checked he was at least in England, and this? This is absolutely nothing like England. Or Europe. Or anywhere he's ever been, if he's being honest.

And like all good school-boys do when they are lost and confused, James is going to ruffle his hair (a nervous tick okay), resettle his feet, and just. Head on out into the rest of the ship. Curiosity killed the cat, right? Well. Good thing he's a stag. He'd like to see curiosity kill him.

Actually no he wouldn't, but the least he could do is find his mates. ]

[ Now, Lucy is used to turning up in strange places, but this one seems to be the strangest of all. The metal walls and the weird technology -- she's not quite used to it, really, and simply stares, looking around in wide eyed wonder. It didn't look like Narnia, and it definitely didn't look like home. ]

Hello?

[ She needed to find her siblings first and foremost. No doubt they would be worried that she turned up missing, if that's what she's done at all. ]

Oh dear.

[She normally wakes up in a tent, alone - and that's how she likes it. This time she wakes up in a crowd, naked and covered in goo. Eleni doesn't wait for anyone to approach her. She finds the showers on her own, washes off on her own, ignoring the people around her. When she's done, she wraps herself in the towel, even if modesty isn't foremost in her mind.

She marches up to the first person she sees, chin up and shoulders squared, her voice low in that way that suggests anger behind it.]

Who do I talk to about turning this thing around?

[This is beyond ridiculous.

Lestat never thought he would think this, but he is quite done with adventures; to gain his own frame back mere months ago, only to be placed in some pathetic film student's version of a space ship is simply too much.

Having scrubbed himself clean in the shower with some vigor, he quickly dresses and starts to explore, following the minds around him, like a dog sniffing out a scent. It seems strange, that through the distress of those new like him...those who have been here for some time seem not to belong there, either.

And no mind spoke to him of being fully in charge.

Troublesome.

Every move he makes is caculated; many of the creatures here are more than human, despite their looks. Unitl he sorts out what manner of place this is, he moves carefully, forcing himself to stay painfully slow, to appear human. Always a difficulty for him, these days.

To appear human, that is. Something Lestat very much never wishes to be again.

As he pushes a panel to open a door, it slides away to reveal some sort of bar.

Lip upping up in disgust, he practically sneers as he walks in.]

They could have at least attempted to make this place asthetically pleasing.

[The door to the lift opens and Lara Croft steps out. She's managed to clean herself up after waking up and put on the crew jumpsuit, since she can't very well wander around naked. Her movements are slow and cautious. She isn't really sure she wants to run into anyone. This place isn't Yamatai but it's still unknown and could hold new types of dangers.

There were a number of things found in her locker, most of them tools and weapons. One such weapon, a silver pistol is carried in her hand. She doesn't bother holstering it because she's planning on using it on anyone who tries to hurt her.

A little caution might be best when approaching her, since she looks disoriented, confused and a little bit scared.]

[ooc: Lara's already on reserve. I'm looking forward to apping soon!]

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