Oh, Look! STUFF!!

[cityship]

After being de-slimed--for the most part--and wrapped in discomforting, dark green, plant-like body-suits--that not only left little to the imagination, but also seemed to be breathing--the newly pod-popped crew all happen to congregate in the Weapons and Possessions Lockers at the same time. This cavernous warehouse of a chamber has shelves and

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[wolf_that_grins]

"Yes! My Gym bag!" Wags shouted, pulling the bag off the top of one of the lcokers, rifling through it, pulling out objects that wouldn't normally fit in a bag of its size.

"Guitar, baseball bat, lockpicking tools, and my Night Vision Goggles." He said, pulling the leather aviator gogglesm his forehead. "Looks like everything's here."

[playsin_traffic]

"Nice," Plays mutters as he sifts through the lockers, trying to find his own stuff, "Not bad at all."

A moment later, he's pulling out a backpack, which seems to mostly be filled with random assorted bits of junk - empty cans and bottles, bits of string, broken knives, a screwdriver, a broken CD-player, a smashed iPod...

[wolf_that_grins]

Wags tuned the guitar, humming a few bars of Henry the 8th I Am as he did so.

"Nice collection of stuff."

[playsin_traffic]

"It'll come in handy some day. Just you wait." He nodded fervently, still digging through the lockers, "Wonder what else is in here..."

[purep4zaak]

"Thank you. Someone seems to like me at least a little bit... but obviously not enough to get me off of this stupid ship." Atton is mostly talking to himself, but he's rather relieved to find his gunbelt, blaster, pazaak deck, and slicing tools there and intact. Unfortunately, no clothing.

"Come on... gotta be something here..." He's tossing stuff out of the way as he digs, without regard for who's stuff (or what) he's ditching in his quest for more of his own gear.

[wolf_that_grins]

"Hey. HEY! Watch where you're throwing that stuff would you?"

[purep4zaak]

"Be quiet kid, I'm trying to find something!"

[wolf_that_grins]

"Well, could you redirect your aim a little so it's not all hitting me?"

[bostonbeatcop]

Robert watched the others for a moment, picking at the strange, disturbing clothing he had been given before beginning to dig for his own possessions. There we go. A belt holding several pouches worth of speedloaders, a shoulder holster rig containing his handgun (a Colt Trooper in .357), the shoulder bag holding his camera, lenses and film...and the rifle. The one he'd carried and treated so well throughout all those months, that had saved his life. He carefully opened the case it was contaaned in and went through the contents. A bandolier. Ammunition. 10 en-blocs. And the rifle itself. He picked it up, hefted it, then turned it over to examine it for any damage. A soft sigh of relief as he confirmed that it hadn't been harmed, thank God.

He slid the shoulder rig on, then the belt. He felt better now, knowing he could defend himself. Then, over the shoulder went his camera bag, the rifle case balanced in one hand.

[thethirdhalfa]

"Hey, you have a lot of stuff. Wouldn't happen to have a hair tie, would ya?" Dani asked Robert. Of course, thinking that they were on an alien space ship anyway, why would anyone mind if one little girl bothered to ask this question while floating in the air, bending over someone so she could look them in the eye when she asked.

Social common sense? Did not exist for this girl right now.

[bostonbeatcop]

"Holy Mary!" Robbie jumped backwards at the sight of a girl floating (floating!) in front of him.

[halfa_hero]

"Dani?!" Hey look, it's th guy your cloned from/cousin.

"Dani, you may want to not be floating in front of the guy who has no idea what's going on."

Greetings thread?

[anoldtrickster]

"Helloooo?" Wednesday calls with a puff of breath, leaning against a wall near the entrance to the Lockers. "Hello-the-new-people?" To look at him, he'd seem a little lumpy and out-of-breath... almost comical, really. And in a rather disarming way.

Re: Greetings thread?

[playsin_traffic]

"Heya, old man. Didn't see you in the room fulla pod-people, so I guess you're one of th' people already on board?"

Plays scratches at his head, eying Wednesday skeptically, "You got any answers? Like where the fuck are we?"

Re: Greetings thread?

[anoldtrickster]

"It's a starship-a damn huge one, actually, as far as I can tell." He proffers Antonio a broad, callused hand. "Welcome to crazyland, population us saps who got unconsciously roped into doing we-don't-know-what-yet."

Re: Greetings thread?

[playsin_traffic]

"Jesus Christ. You mean like on Star Trek or some shit? That's... damn, man. Hell of a thing to wake up to."

Antonio takes the hand and gives it a firm shake.

[brainy_bot]

The size of the room made him pause for a moment, staring as far as his (considerably advanced) eyes could see into the darkness. There appeared to be no end to the boxes though, and eventually Brainiac 5 gave up trying to work out the dimensions of the room and turned his attention instead to the closest of the various containers that others were eagerly going through.

Unfortunately he didn't notice anything that seemed familiar or intended for himself. Judging from what others had been finding, he'd half expected to locate a box with the familiar Legionnaire's symbol, but if it was there, he'd missed it.

"Stacy," he asked, unconsciously adopting the same way he had of speaking to C.O.M.P.U.T.O., "where are my things?"

[cityship]

Tentacles gather something and then hold it out to him.

||Your belongings are here.||

[brainy_bot]

"Thank you," Brainiac 5 said automatically, accepting the box and opening it. Inside were his flight ring and belt, both of which he quickly clipped into place with a vague sense of relief. Admittedly he was far from vulnerable without them, but he'd grown somewhat attached to having them there.

...wait, according to these readings, there were two other Legionnaires within range.