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Who: Rip Hunter and you?
Broadcast: Yes
Action: On the Marvisa
When: Apr 14; midday-ish

[No doubt it's a story that's been heard before: boy meets timeship, boy takes over protecting history after blowing up the people who used to do it, boy gets brainwashed (twice), boy gets rescued, boy is left to try and figure out who he even bloody is anymore. Yet for all the things that have not hold steadfast in Rip's life as of late, certain rules remain seemingly unbreakable. Chief among them (and most relevant, in this instance), is that nothing will ever go according to Rip Hunter's plan. It's rather unfair, really. He hasn't even decided what he intends to do, and now here he is, waking up in the middle of God-knows-where that's neither his jumpship nor the Waverider.

Bloody hell.

So he does as anyone might when they've apparently been kidnapped: goes for his gun. Of course it's not there, shock and surprise, leaving Rip patting his pockets and trying to figure out what, beyond an empty holster, he's been left with. Some personal items, what he had on him that he can last remember, but nothing resembling the weapons he suspects would be so terribly useful in this situation. Yet despite every indication that he's been stolen away against his will, Rip has also been granted a surprising amount of freedom. He doesn't seem to be locked within any one room, and the accommodations are cozier than most other brigs he's seen.

Not that it gives him any greater desire to stay there, mind. It's just worth noting. And now that he has noted it, Rip gets to work. Finding a communication panel is rather easy—perhaps distressingly so, if he thinks about it, so instead Rip sets about to trying to find a way to hail the Waverider, to figure out where he is, or when he is, or anything else at all that might be useful.

It goes about as well as can be expected—although he can send out a message, it's not going to go anyplace he wants it to. The transmission starts right about the time his shoulders sag with this realization, his eyes not focused on the camera but instead on whatever display is giving him the bad news. In the meantime, enjoy the view of a frustrated British guy wearing a long duster?]

…Bollocks [Oh, right, broadcasting. Rip finally looks towards the screen—towards whomever might be viewing this, trying to decide if it's even worth saying anything. He's got one hand braced against the wall, his finger tapping the surface impatiently before he decides that really, there's not much left to lose at this point anyway. It's not like the persons responsible don't already know he's there.]

Right, yes. And--hello, I suppose. [It's about as unhappy a greeting as one might expect, given the circumstances.] I'd apologize for being a bother, but since I've somehow been brought to this place entirely against my will, whoever's responsible just brought it upon themselves, haven't they?

I'll keep it short then. My name is Rip Hunter, and I would really. really, like to have a word with those in charge of—whatever this is. [No small operation, given the scale of it. Not only is the room itself impressively sized, but the technology is noteworthy. Automated, from a time seemingly closer to Rip's own than most he's been in lately. He rests a hand against the wall, leaning into his arm as he taps his fingers against the hard surface. If he's in a facility seemingly made to house so many—

Then perhaps he's not the only one to have found himself someplace new without explanation.] Or anyone else who might be able to offer answers, assuming there are others out there. Either way, you can probably guess what I want to know.

[What anyone would like to know when they've been taken prisoner, most likely. Rip gives the camera a final look, then ends the transmission.

Well. He did say he was going to keep it short.]

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[She nods at the information that he'll be going about exploring the Marsiva the old fashioned way. She's more curious about his question.]

I have. But only since my first abduction. [And then again in this one.] Are you from Cisco's world?

Perhaps; I've yet to speak to anyone by that name, so it's difficult to be sure. [Although Kara had mentioned Cisco as well, so it might be likely.] And even if I am, I highly doubt he would know who I am.

I guess we can't all memorize the names of everyone in our worlds. [She smiles a little.] If it helps, for a long time I only ever saw alternative versions of people from home.

Indeed. [Especially the names of everyone across a century and a half of time; if this Cisco is Barry Allen's contemporary, then he'll be from around 2016 as well.]

Yes and no, I suppose. By coincidence, I'd, ah, just decided to take some time away from those I'd been associating with anyway.

[...Which still sounds terrible, doesn't it? Rip really doesn't mean it to.]

[She's not sure if it sounds terrible, but it sounds like a story.] Yeah? Were they not letting you play their reindeer games?

No, not at all.

[Though he looks down, there's a faint grin on his lips. That, at least, he is sure of.]

It was simply the best opportunity for a choice that I needed to make. [One which does indeed have a story behind it, but Rip isn't telling.] Suffice to say, I'd expecting to be somewhat on my own anyway.

Well, now you're going to be trapped on a ship. That makes it a lot harder for people to stay out of each other's businesses. [You wouldn't know anything about that would you, Rip?]

[Oh Miss Pryde, you have no idea...]

Yes, well. As daunting as that notion is, I'll just have to try and manage somehow.

It's like you already figured out the show. [She smiles.] I think I like that part of it though. I was used to having a team around me.

Were you?

[As to Rip's case, had he ever gotten used to it? He really has to wonder.]

And does that include being trapped on a spaceship with them?

No, we were a free-range team. We moved around to different headquarters. I was near Seattle last. It was all very Earth or Earth-adjacent. Except for the times it wasn't. But there was more than enough to deal with on Earth.

There always is.

Of course, from what I've been told such--experience can apparently come into play here as well. [Although there probably isn't much need to dance about it. Kitty's clearly of the superhero ilk, given her powers and the conversation thus far. It just hasn't been blatantly said.] Different worlds needing someone to save the day, or something of that nature.

Yes, that is a conveniently reoccurring theme. Helps provide people with purpose and a sense of accomplishment and no doubt boosts ratings. [She hasn't been acting especially superhero-y toward them largely because she's not convinced it isn't all a set up for their benefit which sounds pretty self absorbed, but her last stop was all a very realistic virtual reality as it turned out and that tends to make a person question their reality. The other reason being that the crisis that pop up tend to need the kind of saving they can only provide with their augments—usually lab or engineering and hers is piloting. It's not exactly fighting bad guys. Except for that time it was, but that time they were protecting themselves too. O course, she also doesn't feel like the word "hero" fits her. Nothing really came out clean from her corner of reality. Even when you were fighting the good fight, your hands got dirty.]

Oh, no doubt. Not only do you have the element of suspense while the event goes on, but that sense of purpose keeps everyone going. Far better that than to have a bunch of sorry sods moping in their quarters all day.

[Which puts his own situation in an interesting light. Like Kitty, Rip would never describe himself as a hero; rarely would he even consider himself a good man, certain associate's opinions to the contrary. No, Rip is, at the moment, a man questioning his own sense of self, who he is and will be from this moment forward. Once he might have thought himself a Legend, but—

It's a title that doesn't hold the same meaning here, and he hadn't quite managed to accept it back home.]

Of course, if that is their intention, it would've been nice if they'd left me with my sidearm.

[She smiles along as he speaks. Liking that he's on the same page even if it is a cynical page to be on.]

You can sometimes get weapons at our various stops. Or if you're into swords you might be able to get someone to make you one. Or something more creative. [She holds up an arm, showing off a silver arm gauntlet that suddenly shoots out three metal claws!] The ship armories have guns too, provided the ship you land on had someone with a security augment.

[So there's a chance he won't be left utterly defenseless. How grand.]

In truth while I can make do with most things I might be given, I'd likely be best with some sort of hand-held gun. [He's got at least a basic level of training across many means of fighting, thanks to his profession requiring it. Not enough that he'd be willing to go up against a master in so many of them, mind, but in a pinch he can at least fend for himself.] I'll have to check for an armory then.

Although--[And here he frowns again, because something in her words doesn't quite make sense.] Why would it depend on whether or not someone has a particular augment?

No security officer, no armory. That's just how the Atroma set it up. No engineer, no shields. No pilot, no manual navigation. No doctor, no lab facility. And so on. You could even have someone who is a doctor back home, but they have a chef's augment or something [mind drifting to Ravi.] and the ship wouldn't have access to a lab. And they wouldn't as good at using it as someone who was a chef back home who does have the lab augment. Let that thought drive you a little crazy for awhile.

--Somehow I doubt I'll need long for the "crazy" to set in, point of fact.

That makes absolutely no bloody sense. [Nor does it bode well, he thinks, given that onboard the Waverider, Rip could perform any number of tasks like she's described.]

I'm guessing as much as the augment expands knowledge it can cap it too. It turned me into a guy once so I'm thinking it's outer limits are pretty...outer.

--And in that light, it's rather easy to imagine that it could use its seemingly limitless abilities to ensure it can't be removed.

[Rip's already been warned about attempts to take the thing out, and he doesn't intend to try—but that hardly tempers his ever-growing disdain for the things.]

It can be pretty creative about it too. Not fun... [Yeah, she definitely gave it a go.]

…Undoubtedly not.

Regardless, thank you for the information. It's been enlightening to be sure. [If not helpful in the way Rip would hope, although that's hardly her fault.] Before we disconnect, could I get your name?

Oh, right. [She smiles.] Kitty Pryde. Nice to meet you. See you around once you get shuffled?

--And how was it you put it before? "Is Kitty Pryde a real name?"

[He's teasing, of course. There's even the faintest hint of a grin to suggest as much.]

I've little doubt. Until then.

[She smiles. It is the worst name to throw stones with. She just nods with amusement as the feed cuts out.]

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