outsiderslogs | intro log

who. everyone!
what. entering omega.
where. landing pads
when. today
warnings. none for now

You’re not sure how it happened.

A minute ago, you had somewhere to go, someplace to be. Maybe something important to do, or maybe you were just going out to buy groceries. Whatever it was, it doesn’t matter anymore.

You’re in some kind of transport -- a shuttle, given the turbulence and the sounds outside. You’re surrounded by strangers, some of whom might not even be the same species you are. There’s no point in asking. They don’t know how they got here either. The cockpit’s blocked off, like someone forgot to put in a door, and not even a glance at your omni-tool -- a holographic interface accessible by merely tapping the sensor on your left arm -- is any help.

You’ve only got a minute or so before the shuttle starts descending. There aren’t any windows -- this doesn’t look like a shuttle meant for long trips. When it finally touches down, the doors open automatically.

Before you are landing pads, abandoned equipment scattered about. There are other shuttles landing, and whether you like it or not, you’re going to have to get off before yours dumps you out the door. Turn around, and you’re met with a hazy skyline, only half the buildings seem to be coming from above.

Welcome to Omega.

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[He blinks at her and the abrupt greeting. The language always surprises him even though he knows it's more acceptable for talk like that now; Steve is just not used to hearing it from ladies.

The super-soldier is in the process of figuring out what hanar and/or elcor are meant to be exactly when his brain registers she isn't exactly wearing a lot of clothing. Yes, eyes elsewhere. That is a strange looking alien over there, yes and definitely not a blush on his cheeks no.]

Ma'am?

[Confused, he's confused. He has no idea what she's talking about.]

[ You are wearing a skin tight Amurrika suit right now, son, and you are blushing at her? Wow. Jack gives a loud snort and an amused as hell smirk. This would almost be adorable if it wasn't so very sad. ]

Wow, this place is going to eat you alive, cupcake.

[ But more to the point - ]

Not from around here, are you? 'Cause it shows. A lot.

[Yes, a uniform that covers the appropriate amount of skin. He's plenty used to people starring at him in it too.

Steve has trouble with women in general, Jack. Also wow you have a lot of tattoos. Which he honestly isn't looking at because that would require actually looking at her.]

I can handle myself.

[Seriously, put him in a fight he's good.]

Did the uniform give me away?

[Jokes are good, right?]

[ Steve if you had that hood up your mouth be practically the only thing showing. You would be more modest that 16th century women.

A fight is not even what she meant. But it's cute you think so. ]

That and the fact you blush like a school girl at the first pair of tits you see.

Do yourself a favor - don't go in Afterlife. Your brain might implode. [ But on the subject of something more helpful - ] Where're you from, Star-spangle?

[Yes but it's skintight so it's not quite that bad!

He winces a little--noticed that did she? He does look at her this time though, eyes firmly upward.]

Not used to dames--women [Steve presses his lips together, irritated with himself for the slip.] dressing so... [Where you going with this Rogers?] openly.

[He has no idea what Afterlife is but if he did he would have to tell her that he doesn't drink. Not as much fun when you can't get drunk.]

Steve, Captain Steve Rogers. [Here have a hand to shake. If you know, you want.] And I'm from Brooklyn. On Earth.

[ Uh huh, whatever helps you feel less maidenly, bb.

...'Dames'. There's a pause where Jack is just sort of giving an incredulous smile. Is this guy for real? Apparently so. Alright. ]

Then you got beamed up to the wrong scummy shithole. [ Because compared to some of the people here, this is modest. Well, compared to what she used to wear, at least, this is modest.

'Captain'. So this is a military outfit? Weird. ]

Well, Captain Vintage, welcome to Omega. And 2186. [ Because if you're saying 'dames' you are seriously out of date, or some really strange shit has come back in style. And with a glance down to the extended hand, then back up to Steve, then back down to the hand, she does, eventually, shake it. ]

Jack.

[Yeah, he's for real. Go figure right? It's beginning to sound like he's the last decent guy in the universe. Probably not true, but he'd certainly win an award for most old-fashioned.]

Hopefully I end up back home before I get used to it.

[Not quite a military uniform. It's a long story. She doesn't seem like she'd have the patience to hear it or the inclination.]

Pardon me? [Steve looks at her like he hadn't quite heard her.] Did you say 2186?

[His handshake is firm and accompanied by a friendly nod. Jack. He'll remember that.]

Pleasure to meet you, Ma'am.

[ You probably are, Shepard aside. Excuse her while it takes a long time for her to be convinced of it, though. ]

If it's anything like the last place I've been, it's not very likely.

[ Mmmnope. Right again. And if this is working like Abax did, he better get used to the place, and fast, considering the way Omega's not exactly stable that often. ]

Yep. Guessing that's a ways off what you remember? [ Most people she met from alternate dimensions were behind her in time, but the occasional person was ahead. But judging on 'dame', he's probably not one.

... 'Ma'am'...]

Don't call me Ma'am. Makes me feel old. Just Jack's fine.

[No worries, most people think he's kind of impossible.]

Where were you before?

[Steve gives her a confused look. That sentence doesn't make a whole lot of sense.]

Two thousand and twelve, but I was born in nineteen-eighteen. [Which is where the 'old-fashioned' bit comes in. Go ahead and do that math, he dares you.]

Alright, just Jack.

Place called Abax. A lot like Omega's doing right now - bringing in people from across different dimensions or whatever the hell you want to call it. [ A snort and she shakes her head. This is all bullshit. ]

This is the galaxy I'm supposed to be in, but it wasn't pulling this kind of shit when I left.

[ Hold on, a little mental math here and... oh. ]

...You look good for your age.

Never heard of it. [Not that he really expected to but he listens to the rest of it closely.] So you've been through this sort of thing before. How did you leave?

[It seems like a sensible question to ask. Obviously she's not there anymore so she must have done something right?

Steve sighs and winces just a little. He hadn't been very careful with that had he?]

I'm kind of a special case. It's a long story.

No clue. Just... poof. There one second, on a shuttle to Omega the next.

[ A shrug. When she'd left once before it had been the same.

And just a slow eyebrow raise at the last bit. ]

...Uh huh. Whatever, old man, your business, not mine.

That's a shame.

[It would have been more useful if you'd been pulled here and remembered how. A little trial and error and they might've been able to get home that way.]

I don't consider myself old.

[Look, someone doesn't get the joke here. Surprise. He might tell you the story sometime if you're actually interested.]

You're telling me.

[ She would be packing everyone that doesn't belong here home and fixing her goddamn universe if she knew. ]

...You should. [ Eyebrow quirk. Dude you are ancient. ] Unless you think you're an Asari. Which, have to tell you, you really don't have the rack or tentacle hair to pull off.

[Steve shakes his head. Nope, not old.]

I'm sorry, rack? [What is slang? Though it doesn't really matter.] I'm not an alien. I'm twenty-four--that's not old.

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