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Indecisive Meme!

So! Al has a problem and I'm sure many of you share the same problem.

So many muses to pick from, only one spot to app with!

And so here's the game

1. Post with a muse you have that you've been curious about bringing to Trans, maybe set up a scene if you feel perky.
2. Get tags from the current muses of Trans_9!
3. Or get tags from muses who will be joining Trans_9 soon!
4. Or maybe tag around with your potential muse in other musethreads.
5. ???
6. Cake!
~~7.There is no cake~~

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"Hey! Hey, I'm talking to you! C'mon, I've got slime in places that I - okay, obviously you've done this before, but - "

John Crichton's used to being the galaxy's whipping boy. It's like a badge or a gold star or something, next to his useless PH.d and right after all those big shiny credentials that mean jack 'cause Kansas isn't even a spitball on the map. Tends to put things in perspective. Really, it does. Falling out of a pod with slime going all kinds of funky places? Yeah, he'd say that was still new. Trying to stop and work out the kinks in his plant suit thing (whatever. He's sure it's got a real name - he just doesn't care), John hopes that slime he woke up in isn't toxic to humans. Maybe it's another one of those things everyone's used to this side of the galaxy, like dentics and whatever that two-headed alien was back there a few minutes ago. Real friendly guy.

He tries to work out what's determined to be the mother of all wedgies in the plant suit. At this point, he's really, really, really missing his pants. Pants. That's what he took for granted, John realizes. A good pair of old-fashioned pants that didn't breathe at you or have fights or try to tell you how it thought you should be handling things like you can't handle this on your own. Or throbbing. The throbbing this plant suit thing is doing? Creeps him out.

John wanders deeper into Stacy and tries again. "Hi! John Crichton, new here, you've probably done this song and dance but..."

Jayne growled and his muscles involuntarily flexed like he was going to punch Simon, but he didn't.

"Great, Shiny." He was speaking through tightly clamped teeth. "Kaylee will be glad to see you...probably." But clearly he was no where near happy to see Simon.

Well. He always wanted to be a hero - and he thought he had the means to do so back home. Heironeous had seen fit to bless him with armor and a weapon, and in exchange he would go around the world and deliver justice in his name!

But now that world was gone! And...well, the connection to Heironeous he had was tenuous at best thanks to this strange ship. Rather hard to perform his cleric duties without divine power.

As he pondered this while gazing out at the Bleed, a voice piped up from his hip. "Hey, you gonna stare at this all day, or are you gonna do something useful?"

A talking cat? Well that's a new one! Hagrid couldn't be happier. He yanked on Fang's leash, pulling the whimpering dog to a stop. Maybe if he had a sniff around he'd be back to himself.

"Hello there!" Hagrid said cheerily, hardly believing his luck. "Yeh're lookin' great, if I might say so meself. Where're yeh headin' off to?"

Applejack wiggled her leg, making sure the apples strapped to her saddle were secure before she set off. "Then follow me!"

She led him across the field to a carefully cleared space on one end, the first signs of a young tree finally poking through the soil. She couldn't help but smile at it. "Morgan used his fancy magic on it to hurry it along---we've got other seeds growin' the old way, but this one'll be full grown and have apples in a week or so."

Big Macintosh nodded admiring the sapling, experience already giving him a good idea of how tall it could get in this kind of environment.

"Granny'd be proud of you. Magic or no magic." Because even if it was a general rule to grow things without magic at Sweet Apple Acres the important thing was getting the orchard started.

"Reckon' some of these folks have never had apples."

He tended to do things that made other people want to punch him. And even if Jayne was decidedly low on his list of favorite people, he was still familiar, and the mercenary's reaction to Simon's answer only puzzled him more, enough to continue the conversation.

"Wait, wait. What does that mean?"

There was a tall, blue-haired gynoid on the Obs Deck. She didn't look too happy.

"These star systems do not match any previously recorded by the Federation Government. State our current location and means by which I was transported here immediately. In addition, I demand to know the current location of Shion Uzuki."

N'tho had needed something to do. Perhaps hauling things around was beneath his dignity, or had been at some point, but it felt good to be doing work. Even if that work was hauling things around in the city, much as he'd done in the Keep of Sraom as a boy.

But now, though, he had earned a moment's rest. N'tho was not yet sure what he felt about the things these people liked to drink. They were unfamiliar in smell and taste, and though he supposed they behaved similarly to what he was used to, they were too alien yet for him to find much enjoyment in.

"Do you mind if I sit?"

It took a moment for Thesik to realize someone had spoken to her, and she looked up suddenly, smiling in apology, "Oh, no. You can sit down."

She looked at the newcomer curiously, not at all bothered by his appearance. "My name's Thesik."

If anyone bothered to look, they would've found a weird grey kid with horns on his head in one of the sensoriums. It was warm in here and somewhat dark. Wherever this room was, it was bored out of stone and felt like it had to be below ground.

Actually, probably the weirder thing in the room was the sleeping animal. It was probably almost as tall as a grown man, but that was hard to judge what with it lying down. The beast was pure white, and shaped a little bit like a big cat. Well, a big cat covered in heavy, loose scales like some kind of anteater (http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0BuvID10bgY/TPmX8tev9uI/AAAAAAAADaE/VXeJHBZEN7c/s1600/Pangolin.jpg), really.

It was curled up in one corner behind the grey kid, snoring softly, while the former operated a potter's wheel, brow furrowed with concentration on the vaguely vase-like-object he was working on.

Volanz did not like it here. He did not like being surrounded with nosy aliens and unable to check on his friends and loose-allies-he-supposed-sort-of-counted-as-friends. So obviously, the best solution was to go make something out of clay.

It made him feel slightly better.

N'tho pulled out one of the chairs and sat. He was cautious with it, a lot of the furniture on this vessel did not seem constructed with fully grown Sangheili warriors in mind.

"N'tho 'Sraom," he replied, dipping his head a little. "You are working?" he asked, eyeing the book. Books. N'tho had not read a book in its entirety in his entire life, and had not seen one in years.

"Well met." Fortunately for N'Tho, everything in the tavern was designed for people that were seven feet on average, and built heavier than humans. Thesik herself was just over seven feet. She glanced down at the book, and her notes, and set the pen down, "Curiosity, really. I never even knew there were other worlds, let alone other universes, and there's so much to learn."

Time for his favorite game that always perked him up Pick on Simon.

"Well ya know, it's been a long damn time since you left. Girl can't be expected ta wait for someone that long. Girl's got needs."

This guy was tall! "Just kinda wanderin' around, getting a feel for the place." Looking up that far from the low stature of his beast mode was kind of a pain in the gears, so... "And, uh. You might wanna shield your eyes for a second." Cheetor backs up, then in a swift motion, rears back and transforms (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2B6EX70XsWQ&feature=player_detailpage#t=38s) with a flash of purple light into a very lithe catlike humanoid, comparable in height to Hagrid.

"Name's Cheetor - how 'bout you?"

KOS-MOS frowned at Harley, looking down at her unicycle, then back up at its rider.

"You are exhibiting erratic behavior. Explain."

Harley giggled and continued to twirl the mallet back and forth. "Erratic to you maybe~ This is fun you oughta try it!"

And with amazing "Grace" she falls backwards, does a perfect pratfall and rolls springing to her feet with a graceful bow.

Lineface. She watches as Harley falls over and gets back up just as quickly, as though it were a practiced motion. None of the humans she was familiar with exhibited this behavior. Harley must clearly be ill, or under some alien influence.

"You are to report to the Medical Bay for suspected contamination by unknown pathogen. Comply immediately."

"Ewww~ Gonna get a doctor to "examine me?" She wiggled her bottom and began skipping away abandoning the unicycle. "Sorry lady but I'm crazy not ill!"

Oh look, a strange woman in robes in Hydroponics. Who appears to be glaring at everything.

"Halt." Like most of what KOS-MOS said, it was a command. Although in this case, Harley had admitted she was 'crazy'.

That meant she might pose a danger to others.

Which meant she must be stopped.

"R-Cannon," KOS-MOS announced, as her nanomachines reconfigured her right hand into a functional plasma cannon. She fired a warning shot past Harley that exploded a few feet away from her.

"I repeat, comply immediately."

Oh. Well. This was awkward. Simon rubbed the back of his neck and his eyes shifted downward. "Well. Of course. I wouldn't expect her to..."

WAIT. WAIT. No. There were more important things to talk about here.

"But...River. Is she...?"

Blink.... blink....

Headtilt...

Have a curious looking Charmander... with more of a surprise than he'd expect.

"I have seen other worlds," N'tho noted, "but never like this." He supposed this was not too unlike an interstellar war, but it was at the same time so different.

Or perhaps, this time it was he who was different and that was what made it feel so strange.

"Have you found things useful to you?"

Alanna wasn't terribly put off by the glaring and, in fact, she was perfectly capable of out glaring the best of them under the right circumstances, but for now she wore a friendly smile.

"Hello there," she nodded at the robbed woman. Curiosity ran through her as she inspected the woman. Robes were typically worn by mages or those who served the gods, but the ones this woman wore were unfamiliar to her. "I'm Alanna," the knight said with a slight bow. "I don't believe that we've met."

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