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Somehow...this had to be Scott's fault.

How else could Kim justify the absolute madness of her being one of "The chosen few" to have to save the universe?

After all she'd always suspected when the dust settled and her idiot friends had ruined everything somehow she'd be the last one standing but still...

And so she found herself in the Tavern that someone had led her to, looking at the stage listlessly and missing the structure she had once had in her life.

Go to work. Go to band practice. Wash rinse repeat.

A girl needed structure sometimes you know?

For now she just sat back and watched the empty stage tapping away with her hand and a pen, a steady beat that was the foundation to one of Sex Bob-ombs "hits".

"Star Trekkin' across the universe,
On the Starship Enterprise under Captain Kirk.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
Only going forward 'cause we can't find reverse."

A voice that could make angels cuss was ringing out through the halls as a girl in a plantsuit with clown makeup and a jesters hat went rolling along while balancing precariously on a unicycle.

It was really curious where she found the unicycle, but as with most things relating to Harley Quinn it was best not to ask.

Like for example where she found that mallet she was twirling in her hands like a baton.

Or what she was planning on doing with it.

Or if she was tone deaf or singing that way on purpose.

"Wheezing!"

"Make it double!"

"Grow, Groooowlith"

"To unite all peoples within our nation!"

"Wheezing wheeze."

"..."

With a sigh James sat down promptly on the ground causing his Growlith and Wheezing to come over looking concerned.

"It's just not the same. How am I supposed to do the motto without Jessie?" bemoaned the blue haired would be thief.

As his current and only companions Wheezing and Growlith pressed against James affectionately trying to lift his spirits but the Team Rocket agent was spiraling down a dark well of depression being separated from his team mates.

"They'd want me to keep trying wouldn't they?" He consulted with his pokemon, "To keep trying to lie cheat and steal my way to the top and teach the universe to properly fear Team Rocket!"

But how could he manage that by himself?

She'd messed up again!

Getting used to the ship was taking some time, and even the comforting power of her Banshee's robes couldn't give her the confidence that Doctor Crane had once filled her with!

So when someone approached her and began asking questions she'd gotten annoyed...and when they wouldn't leave her alone she'd gotten angry.

And when she'd gotten angry she had screamed and knocked the chump clear down the hall.

Stacy had already given her a stern warning but she was flying away as fast as she could hoping that no one with any real power would catch up to her.

Spaceships. Alien creatures. Magic powers.

When you got down to it, life really was too complicated these days.

And with that in mind Big Macintosh set to work with something he understood. Farming.

Hydroponics was ideal for the old fashioned pony with his hard work ethic and good nature. As he clopped along he took in the sights and tried to find something, or someone he could help with something.

He paused on the way...and plucked a long piece of grass from the ground to chew on as he wandered. It was the little things in life to savor.

Hagrid had tried to download the information they'd all been issued, he honestly had. Muggle contraptions were awfully complicated, though, and his large fingers struggled with the device designed for wholly human hands. He'd wandered around until he'd found someone friendly enough to ask, and apparently they'd dig up a slightly bigger one soon.

He took to walking his boarhound Fang along the corridors...or at least he tried. The coward was too busy pushing into Hagrid's leg to sniff along the pulsating floor. Great. You run into one tentacle and it's all downhill from there.

"No more tentacles are gonna take yeh from me now, so yeh can stop yer whingin'. All righ'?"

His umbrella hung loosely from the hand not on Fang's leash, ready to swing up and defend his poor dog from any intrusions.

Good day, meatshippers. There is what looks like a rather large, cybernetic cheetah lounging around in the city park like he was a common housecat.

World destroyed? Not a good thing to Ambrosia. But, she was here now and in need of her ship, the Bloody Mary. As long as her ship was here, she was okay with that. Now, all she'd need was her crew and she was set.

But, for now, she had retrieved her belongings -- two sabres, one flintlock pistol, one blunderbuss, rum, and the like and was currently guzzling her rum down. Maybe if she was drunk, things would make sense. Somehow. She hadn't figured that part out yet, but her logic was somewhere in there.

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me! We pillage, we plunder~" she drunkenly sang out of tune while taking another sip of her rum.

There was no need to make this situation depressing - after all, hard work was the way to go in this circumstance! THEN the worlds would be back, right? She could only hope so.

Did Bandora finally do it? Did she finally succeed in destroying the Zyurangers? Mei didn't know and she didn't think she wanted to know that answer in particular.

But, being here without Geki, Boi, Goushi, Dan, or Burai was upsetting. Did they survive and were just sleeping in the pods? She certainly hoped so.

For now, though, she walked with her bow in her hand and was exploring the ship. Maybe she'd be able to find someone here that she knew back home.

[F-forever waffling about bringing this guy back 8,I]

Simon had no idea how long he'd been running the test chambers, but it certainly felt like forever. He did know that it was long enough for a whole host of crew members to show up--long enough for Stacy to feel completely unfamiliar again. Well. Even more unfamiliar than usual.

Now that he was back out, though, he had absolutely no idea what to do with himself. You know, besides find Kaylee and hope that she wasn't going to kill him for being gone so long. Even if the absence wasn't really his fault.

That would be nice, he decided.

The garage being here was welcoming, but also worrying. What if Venjix really had won and this was all that remained? Surely, the Ranger Operators would have survived, right?

Dr. K strolled through her lab, looking at the area where the Ranger suits were held and then at her computer. She sat down, a bit hard, and looked over everything. Being one of th ones remaining from her world wasn't a good thing and she didn't appreciate it.

What she wouldn't do for one of Ranger Operator Series Green's jokes or the banter in between Ranger Operator Series Yellow and Ranger Operator Series Black, or even questions from Ranger Operator Series Red and Blue...

For now, though, she'd persevere. She did it before and she could do it again. Or, at least she hoped she could.

So his world was gone. Not by an act of the Anti-Spirals, but of these 'Ohm'. And he'd been chosen to help with the fight to stop these nasty bugs. And there was a chance they'll get their worlds back if they win.

Well. Any chance was as good as a sure thing to Simon, so he was definitely agreeable to the cause. It'd be a bit odd to go back to being under a leader rather than being one, but it shouldn't be too hard, he hoped.

For now, though, he'll be polishing up Lagann. He'd found the small 'bot with a good bit of dust on it from inactivity, and that just wouldn't stand. Even Boota was helping out, clearing up some dust in the crevices of the cockpit that Simon couldn't reach.

[I wish I could bring her in D:]

Thesik had adjusted to life on Stacy rather quickly. She missed her mate and her sisters, of course, but she knew there was no point in moping about, so she'd thrown herself into being useful around the ship and learning as much as she could about the various worlds, especially the different forms of magic. Being an aurak, she was naturally gifted; she'd already gotten situated in the Magic Department and spent a large portion of her time in the Tower of High Sorcery.

She also spend a portion of her time with the other draconians, Bight and Linsha. It was still a bit strange with the timeline differences, as she was from even earlier than everyone else, but she was slowly getting used to it.

She was in the tavern, poring over a book about ancient pagan rituals on one of the versions of Earth, making notes on a piece of paper with a ballpoint pen. Those were useful things, ballpoint pens. The inkwell was internal, and the ink dried quickly enough to not need sand. Her attention was entirely focused on the book, to the point where she'd forgotten she even had a drink next to her on the table.

Meleagros tossed a lock of his find blond hair over one shoulder, surveying the ship. "So this is the flagship of our new war effort! And it seems our ineffectual sister has been unable to resolve this conflict. Surely, an opportunity to prove my worth in command!"

Atalantes smiled proudly. "Of course, esteemed brother! All shall know of the might of the Yunos family!"

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?"

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."

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.

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

Marie Schrader is appalled, absolutely appalled, at the state of this ship. All gooey and disgusting with sleeping caverns that feel like someone sinuses and those tentacles that have to be breaching some sort of sexual harassment code, if the arrogant goons on this ship have bothered to implement a sexual harassment regulation.

So she's sitting in the Sensoriums, which she's made to look exactly like a charming little Georgetown apartment, surrounded by purple things. Making coffee, as if she's back home. Lining up the Splenda packets in a perfectly formatted order and dumping them into the coffee cups one by one, as if she were back home.

She would much rather be back home.

Rick's at the sensoriums, which is set up like a police station's target range. He's plugging away at the human-shaped target sheets, and is doing a damn good job of plugging bullets in their heads.

He doesn't seem happy about it, though.

Nervous was Tsubomi's main feeling today, wandering the area with a little twisting of her fingers. Chypre rested on her head, pretending to be a stuffed animal since they weren't too sure if they had enemies of any Precures in the immediate area.

Her Heart Perfume was tucked into her plantsuit pocket, and she was moving quietly, not really wanting to make a fuss as she headed for the park. "I hope there's flowers there..."

There is a pony in the Media Library. A blue, winged, horned pony staring curiously at the floating (wait, floating?) tablet in front of her.

When she was welcomed back to the palace in Canterlot after being freed - and shortly after defeated by her sister's mentor and her friends - the first thing she did was head to the library. She had a thousand years of history and culture to catch up on, after all, and honestly? She enjoyed it. The royal library was a quiet place, visited by not nearly as many ponies as the other areas of the castle on most days, making it a good place to help get her used to being around the company of others again. So what better way to learn about this strange place she had been brought to, filled with strange creatures she didn't know existed, than to read about it?

She wasn't expecting anything like this, though. Where were all the books? What were all these... strange mirror things?

Kim Pine/ Scott Pilgrim comics

Harley Quinn / Batman

James / Pokemon

The Scream Queen / Batman: The Brave and the Bold

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Rubeus Hagrid | Harry Potter

Cheetor | Transformers: Beast Machines

Ambrosia Gray | Pirates of the Caribbean OC

Mei | Kyoryuu Sentai Zyuranger

Simon Tam | Firefly

Dr. K | Power Rangers RPM

Simon | Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann (TV series)

Thesik | Dragonlance

Atalantes and Meleagros | Heroic Age

Aldray Hamm | Dungeons and Dragons 3.5 OC