[ The video kicks up to what looks like a small lab. In the week or so that Wally had been on this ship, he had found it during his explorations. What was his purpose here? He was trying to make himself a new suit, since his old one seemed to have gotten lost in the journey to this ship (if it could even be called a journey. It looks like Wally, or Kid Flash, as he's been going to everyone except his friends from home, is moving about the lab.

He has a series of vials and canisters lined up on a counter. He remembers his uncle's procedure for making a new suit, but what's worrying him is that he might not be fast enough to pull this chemical feat off. He turns the comm device around so that the camera's facing him now; he's wearing his goggles, the only item of his that had managed to get pulled onto the ship. They're going to be a big help with all of their different imaging filters. This video was his experiment log, and before he started, he grinned at the camera and then set it down on a spot where he could be seen. ]

Okay, so now that we've pretty well determined this whole feeling like crap thing is kind of a club a lot of us are gonna need the t-shirts for-

[ Robin doesn't look so hot. But then who does right now? There's tiny beads of sweat balling up where he's just recently wiped them away from his hairline, there's this darkening blue that's ebbing in patches at his mouth. He looks pale, which isn't so shocking when you consider what else his body's going through right now. Normally he wouldn't even post to the network like this, but all things considered, well. ]

[ He plants a hand onto the mattress underneath him, edging himself a bit more upright. His face twinges like he might wince, but he holds it in. ]

This isn't gonna make a lot of sense to a whole lot of you, so sorry about that, but for the people it does, [ and he leans in a little meaningfully, pressing his sunglasses firmly up his nose, ] we have gotta get a better way to communicate. Look, I can make a filter, but I have to know what numbers I'm dealing with here. It's a big ship. And I've got twenty bucks on me missing a person or two who might be here and I just haven't tripped over yet.

So. Assemble, or whatever.

[The feed starts and all you see is Superboy's bemused face. He's obviously having second thoughts about this already... but there's no going back.]

Uh, so. Something happened. I know it's been a while since that stuff with the gas happened, but I don't know how to make things better.

And I'm not good with words, either. So I tried to make holograms to explain what happened, but I'm not as good with the machinery in here yet to manage that... have some drawings instead.

( [OOC cut for image heavy] )
 

I totally broke his back. So... uh, how do you say 'sorry' to somebody when you've done something like this?

 Okay, super freakin' urgent business right here. 

Who knows that pie-making Ned guy and where can I find him? Does he legit make pies, or is this some ironic mob nickname? If it's the latter, I'm probably going to need someone to make sure I don't end up whacked, sleeping with the fishes, or any other euphemism for DEATH BY MOBSTER!

Thanks for your time.

You people sure do know how to have a good time. Teamwork aside, a girl could get used to this.


[Private to Red Arrow]

You might want to watch where you're going.

Alright everyone calm the fuck down.

[easier said than done, but the command (military, a bellow without being a bellow) with which Jason says it over the network might (he hopes) be enough to get the attention of at least a couple of people.]

The ship has been hit with a batch of Fear Toxin. [he drawls it, irritation, and a very clear I'm looking at you Scarecrow.] Don't ask how it got there because we don't know yet, but it's concentrated around the Oxygen Garden. Basically this means we've got people hallucinating and attacking each other because they're scared out of their minds and if we don't get control of it sooner rather than later someone's gonna die. If you've got a gas mask or a rebreather, you might wanna put that baby on.


So- [you can practically hear the gesticulation in his voice, despite there being no video] Titans Assemble or whatever.

[Zatanna appears on-screen looking like she had just gotten out of the shower.  Her face is virtually unreadable as she tilts her head to one side, towel drying the ends of her long, black hair.  She's dressed in her usual beige capris and purple tank top, though the latter is spotted with water from the wet strands.  Addressing the camera directly, she sounds oddly calm for someone who's just experienced the things she has.]

One question.  

Well, okay, maybe more than that...but for right now, let's just focus on the one.

[She pauses to casually flick her hair back, continuing the drying.  Her voice is flat and unamused.]

Was the slime really necessary?  

So let me get this straight:

[Jason opens up without pretense because, what is tact. however, this might be a moment of confusion for anyone who knows what Dean Winchester sounds like. this unseen person on the network sounds uncannily like him, minus the accent.]

We've all been abducted to this space ship high in the sky that, apparently, is some part of the multiverse none of us have previously stumbled across. Nobody's got anything in the way of answers, except that we're supposed to all play nice and wait to get back home.

That's cool. I can roll with that.

But I want to know who's sick joke it was to leave me with cigarettes and no god damn lighter. Waking up naked and cold I can live with, but this?

That's just cruel.

[DUN DUN DUUUUUN! A masked vigilante appears on the screen. She has some very blonde hair and-- are those bat ears? She's also talking a mile a minute.]

Okay, so.... okay. We're obviously on a ship. In... space? With assigned numbers and communication devices. This would be a lot cooler if I knew the why and the how and the potential dangers. Mostly the why. Anybody get a 'why' yet? Not expecting something for nothing here, so...

Hey! I'm Batgirl. Would anyone mind giving me a tour?

[Looks like someone forgot to make this audio only. Looks like someone is feeling a little tipsy...

... Looks like KENZI is sitting on the floor of a hallway, staring at camera like it's something she's never seen before.]

This boat SUCKS MONKEY BALLS! I mean it literally... just-- it ... if it had a mouth. Monkeys would sit-- on the...


Monkeys are douches.


[She looks up, confused, and rubs at her eye] I don't remember where I put my bed... or my Bo. You guys-- you are so lame. And I can't-- WHERE is my fucked up guardian angel-dog-sword-guy? Or the cute kid. And the other kid. And the one with the sunglasses INSIDE! You don't need sunglasses inside SPACE, Robin!

[The feed cuts when she drops the device.]

Man, where are the fitness centers on this stupid ship? Place is worse than the Cave --

[ There is a thirteen year old boy with his chin propped, his face distracted and angled into something irritated. It's hard to tell, with the dark and mirrored sunglasses pushed firmly up his nose. ] Totally venient.

I can't just sit here on my butt all day after what I saw in that room, so someone give up the goods, okay?

[ And then, after a pause, a disgruntled, ] thanks.

Robin out.


[ ooc: I'll probably end up using a myriad of icons but just uh. Assume he's basically wearing what he's wearing in the OP icon. Danke! ]

[This video feed is dark. There's light filtering in from somewhere, and it's just enough to highlight the silhouette of a person, apparently crammed into some kind of confined space. Closet? Air vent? Who knows. This is probably meant to be an audio post, and there is evidence that an attempt was made to filter it away from at least two parties. Neither of these efforts were successful.]

Here's a problem for all of you. Real brain-buster, this one, if you catch my drift.

[Hi Wheatley.]

Let's say, hypothetically, I have a friend who, um…sort of…found himself in a situation where things got a little complicated. Circumstances out of his control, you know how it goes. Did some things…maybe said some things…that…were not the best things to say or do. Point is, this friend of mine made a couple of ladies rather upset.

Thing is, he didn't think he'd see either of them ever again! Turns out he was wrong. Saw them again…much sooner than he anticipated. And is now a bit…unsure of what to do, right? Because…they all parted on, uh. Less-than-stellar terms.

Still purely speculative, here, by the way. In case you forgot.

So we'll confirm that one of the ladies actually deserves an apology, which he did, in fact, grant. Right off. First thing he did, apologize to her. And he--and he thought it would make him feel better about the whole thing, but it didn't. Which…doesn't make any sense at all, because that's not what's supposed to happen. You're supposed to say you're sorry, and she's supposed to say "apology accepted, and also I'm sorry for a couple of things that may have upset you in turn", and then you say "that's all right, let's go back to being mates". And you do.

But that's not--that's not what happened, and honestly, I think he feels worse because she is…still angry. Hypothetically angry. Or--or hypothetically disappointed, at the very least. Which is…the complete opposite of what he wants. It's--it's all terribly confusing and he is not entirely sure how to go about correcting this and would…very much like to not be on the receiving end of her unstoppable wrath. We'll suppose he's already experienced it once and it was not. Pleasant.

And we'll say, hypothetically, that the other lady--if you can even call Her a lady--does not deserve an apology, because She is bloody insane, and also a homicidal maniac.

Actually, that's only partially hypothetical. It is, in fact, loosely based on the true story of a crazed lunatic fresh out of the gravity couches, absolutely hellbent on spilling my blood. I am capable of bleeding, now--that's a thing I've confirmed about this body, and I'm not terribly keen on having it happen again. Since arriving, She has already tried to murder me once, and might possibly attempt to murder others once I am dead. She might not even wait until I'm dead! Just…just throwing that out there. Food for thought.

[Raven's already smiling a bit before she even starts her message, because she feels ridiculous, yes. She almost wants to preface with a warning, No This is Not an Attempt to Sound Macho or Intimidating, or anything else other than what it plainly is, but she doesn't. Instead, she'll get right to it.]

So, I've noticed that the boys have managed to pull together a boxing... fighting club to keep active here, but I was wondering if anyone has discovered a basic weight room or the like yet? I've been to the green room (that's what I like to call it, anyway) to go on runs, but I need something more. A means of physical training. Anyone have any luck finding such a place yet?

If not, I'd love to start something a little more female friendly. [Her expression screws up a bit, because even being directly out of the 1960s, she knows how bad that sounds.] Mm, no, not female friendly. That's not what I meant. But something less combat-focused and more core training. If not just so I have something to do other than explore this massive boat.

And don't mistake that for something easy, or something less physically challenging, I just mean less fighting, more ...pure exercise.

Unless of course the fight club wouldn't mind having a female member. That could work for what I'm looking for, I suppose. [... SMUG. Calling you out, sirs. Let's see if anyone bites.] Let me know.


[ooc: leaving for work ..five minutes ago, but i'll be tagging as soon as i get home! yee!!]