debut: Elphaba

[no_good_deed]

"Fiyero?"

The word echoed around the room in a wholly unsettling way - this was not Kiamo Ko, nor was it any place Elphaba had ever seen before in her life. It had the cold, unsettling feel of some of the clockwork alleys she had peeked down in the Emerald City, but there was nothing green here. Well, except for her.

Pacing solved nothing, nor did her attempts to force her way past the invisible door trapping her inside. The words that usually sprang more or less fully-formed to her lips were shy here, refusing to issue forth no matter how hard she probed for them, and eventually she had to concede defeat. Tucking her knees to her chest she sat and waited, a deep and unsettling gnawing in the pit of her stomach. This had to be the work of the Wizard, she just knew it.

***

When she was suddenly transported out of the cell Elphaba thought at first that perhaps Glinda had found her, rescued her, but there was no sign of the bubbly blonde in the wide-open room where she was. More chicanery from the Wizard, then, most likely.

She hadn't gotten far in her investigations before a noise to one side startled her, and she turned to glare in its general direction, wary of tricks and illusions.

"Show yourself," she said flatly. "I know you're there."

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[theycallmecap]

Steve, for his part, had not known that anybody was there, and the sudden question made him take the concourse towards the center of the Hub. He wore a warm, friendly smile when he saw the recent (green) arrival, and raised his hands in the universal sign for harmlessness in answer to the wary look on her face.

"I didn't mean to startle you," he assured her. "I was brought here just like you. Like all of us. I'm Steve Rogers," he introduced himself, and held his hand out for a handshake.

He didn't discriminate against green people.

[wholeworldoutthere]

"Of course you did," Klaus confirmed as he came into view, hands in his pockets. Faint surprise registered at the sight of the newcomer, but after Mystique, her appearance was really not that shocking. "I wasn't hiding."

He stopped a few feet from her, rocking on his heels slightly. "And where are you from?"

[born_guilty]

Raven had been passing through the Hub when she'd overheard Rogers rolling out the welcome mat for yet another new arrival. She hung back a moment, listening before she turned the corner.

And what is this? Some sort of prison for political dissenters?

A smile.

We're probably from different worlds. There aren't any green people in mine.

Ooh. Her interest is piqued, but she refuses to do the tiresome prologue to sci-fi hell for anyone, even green freedom fighters. She continues on to her room for a quick, post-workout shower.

It isn't until later, early that evening, that she actually runs into the new arrival unintentionally. She swipes her comm and heads into the wardrobe, surprised to find someone there that isn't Pam or Caroline.

Someone who certainly fits Steve's description of green people.

"Hey," Raven says, stepping in behind her. The rack that's just slid out of the conveyer is decidedly funereal: lots of black, lots of skirts that look better left in the 1800s.

"First day and already you've got a hot date. Fun."

[oneandtogether]

Spock stepped into her line of sight, hands clasped behind him. "My intent was not to hide," he said. "I apologize if I startled you."

He took the woman's vivid coloring in stride without betraying a hint of reaction, yet in truth he was surprised. He had encountered Orions but rarely even in his own world-- Gaila had been the only cadet from that race in Starfleet in decades-- and meeting one here was an unexpected event.

"You are safe," Spock stated with what he hoped was reassuring conviction. "The recording was accurate; you are on a space station called Proserpina of unknown origin or affiliation. Were you quarantined alone, or was someone locked in with you?"

[highfunctioning]

"Congratulations," Sherlock deadpanned from behind one of the market stalls. As he turned to deliver a diatribe on the numerous ways it was not that impressive to notice the presence of another human being, his expression changed entirely.

Oh good.

He stayed where he was, though he way dying for a closer look [it did seem to be off-putting to most, when he got right into their faces] -he didn't want to scare her off before he could get her back to the lab.

"Afternoon."

[salsacaliente]

So this appeared to be where the accommodation was. Elphaba made her way down the long corridor - a few rooms seemed to open with coaxing (that is to say, having their button panel prodded and poked), though the majority were locked and gave only an indignant beep at such ministrations. At length, she reached one that at first beeped, and then slid open to reveal a young woman standing on the other side.

"Yeah?" she said at first in a bored tone of greeting, before seeming to register who was standing before her, eyes widening. She took a step back.

"You have to be frickin' kidding me - Elphaba? Seriously?"

[hammerscall]

Thor stepped forward, Mjolnir hanging from his belt, his brows high in question. "I am here," he said tipping his head slightly to one side. "As, clearly, are you." And he doesn't comment on her greenness, for things like skin color were hardly set in stone - he'd already met Mystique, who was blue, as were most of those from Jotunheim.

"I am Thor." He said nothing else, yet, waiting for the woman to speak her mind.