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The Aliens Meme

THE ALIENS MEME

People always wondered if there was intelligent life out there beyond our solar system. Well lucky us, there is. But take away the lucky part and we're left with an alien race that wants nothing more than to use our bodies as incubators for their babies. If not out right kill us. They're intelligent and adapt to situations to overcome what is thrown at them and will do everything to find you. Once they do, who can say what will happen.

Either way. You're going to die.

Unless you can escape.

HERE'S WHAT TO DO:

Post with your character (name and fandom in the subject).
Other people reply and they become your 'team' the survivors trying to escape.
Work together, or don't, to outsmart the Xenomorphs (the aliens).
You will also run into these little suckers, and if they catch you they'll cling to your face, implanting an alien baby inside you. Have fun with that. They're hard to get off as their tail wraps around your throat, usually to knock the victim out to make them easier to handle.
Get to an escape pod on the ship you're on, or blow up the ship. Maybe you all die. Either way, have fun!
WARNING FOR GRAPHIC DEATHS AND CREEPY ALIENS!

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"C'mere." Tony's a dare devil. He picks up movements easily because he's not afraid. But if Banner turns mean and green in the suit, it won't stay together. If he's out in space-- The Hulk may survive, but the pain of it-- Will it transfer to Banner? Will anyone ever be able to save him?

Tony doesn't lay on the wire. He cuts it.

So when Bruce moves over into his space and the feed from what Banner sees translates into Tony's face on the screen above them, Tony slaps a hand to the metal neck plating that protects his friend -- his fasted made friend -- and leans up to kiss the flat, frowning line between jaw and the rest of the mask.

It'll do.

"Out you go. Have fun, Tin Man."

There is a startled breath, but it passes. He doesn't -- know how to cope with any of this, which is of course why Tony chooses now for that fucking gesture. Asshole, he wants to say.

"Egotist," is what comes out instead. He fluffs it off. It's all he can do right now.

And then he's headed out because there's a job to do, and the only way to do it is to be become and extension of Tony's strength and will. How weird is that? It's not a long walk to the depressurized section of the ship, guided by instruction, Tony's voice in his ear, and the feeling of weightnlessness makes the suit all the more easy to contend with. It guides, it anchors, it contains.

"Let's get this party started. What's first on our list of fixes? And -- keep one eye alert in the real world, okay? I -- don't want to come back there and see you giving head to aliens."

All they need is for a facehugger to drop in while Tony's distracted and Bruce is out playing dress up.

"Don't be jealous," Tony laughs and, using a physical keyboard on his stomach, pulls up a diagram that he sends to Banner. "I have needs too, you know."

He uses blinking lights and arrows and drawings made with his own finger on the screen to convey direction and duty. Before too long, the escape pod comes free of the docking clamps and Bruce is able to guide it into a working air lock so that they can both get into it at their leisure.

There's still the engine to blow up, but that's when he hears a crunch. The hull is giving in.

"Ah, Banner, change of plans, I'm going to meet you at the air lock, all right? I gotta stop whispering sweet nothings in your ear though." And get himself into a wheeling chair. And hope he can make the climb down two decks.

"What?" Panic is another stressor trigger, Tony, this is a bad idea. "What are you doing? Let me get to you--"

He can get in that airlock, now, with the pod happily connected to it and ready to go. It'll be cozy, really. But it's good a separate onboard computer with all the coordinates it needs and everything to get them someplace safe.

But he's sure as hell as not firing it up until Tony is there.

Good. Tony really doesn't want to die. Getting to the escape pod quickly is sort of what he's trying to do. He's even got a pack, water and food and things -- He's never been a boyscout but he definitely comes prepared. He grins, crawling along the wall, when he spots Banner in the center of the corridor. Half of the ship had been compromised and is starting to implode. They don't have much time. "Oh look, you dinged it up all ready. Just can't trust you to play nice, can I?"

There's a grunt, as Iron Man -- or what passes for him -- tromps over and picks the battered engineer and makes for the pod.

"Sorry, had to pop a few metaphorical wheelies getting here. Least it didn't look like you after the helicarrier restart." Because that suit? That suit was hashed. This one's just dinged.

He sets Tony down, adjusting to the gloves as he goes about getting everyone strapped in, before he makes himself room.

"No passengers of the egg laying variety, right?" he asks. "I checked the pod. None in your things?"

"Just the two I packed in case we wanted to get kinky," Tony says, sweating though it's a little too cold in the ship. Space will do that to a ship when it's been sucked in at some places and blown apart at others. Tony lets his head fall against the neck rest though, grinning stupidly at Banner as he talks him through the undocking procedures.

Sort of a shame, he thinks. This really was suppose to be fun, this little trip. He closes his eyes before the black dots threaten to take over and he sits bolt upright again.

Now's not the time for passing out.

"You did really good at there. I'm going to have to repaint that thing green."

"I have my own green suit," he says quietly.

He figures out, by touch, how to get that damn faceplate up - he can't breath in this thing, okay. Taking in a breath, he swallows, and then nods once-- before he reaches out, grips the release, and pulls.

The sound of the rockets firing and the pod jettisoning from the main mass of the ship is the best sound in the world.

They can watch, through thick glass, as the ship breaks apart. There are still some sections that are whole, that are dangerous, but Tony doesn't think those creatures will survive for very long. If they get close enough to reentry with Earth -- a week away at least by drifting -- then they'll just melt under all of that heat and pressure.

Tony shifts in his seat and raises both arms like they'd just hit a field goal before his eyelids lower. "Put in the coordinates for home base and then I'll show you how to pack the suit back in."

"Okay," Bruce takes instruction well, and does what he can in the gloves, getting everything handled. There. Coordinates set.

"I can't wait to write the report on this," he says. "...though at least we have the mandatory downtime." Because if Bruce says "not now" they listen. All they need is accidentally getting an incident because they made a tired, cranky nerd miss a few hours sleep.

He settles one of Bruce's arms in his lap, picking at the releases along the way. It's easier to get on than to get out of without the help of one of Tony's robots, but they do all right with a few tricks the engineer put into place in case he was stuck having to get this version off on his own.

"Our big golden retriever is going to be so upset he missed out," he says, sluggish and tired. He does his best though. They're safe. He's just got to hold off a little bit longer until their signal gets picked up. "Make special mention that I managed to get you out of your clothes three times."

"I don't think the Captain cares about me naked, or you getting me naked," Bruce says, letting Tony do as he please with his arm, because being in Tony's suit is still intensely weird.

"And one time you didn't have anything to do with it. That was the other guy," he adds. See? He can totally turn this around you, Tony. Really.

Somehow.

Right now, though? He just wants to get out of that suit, staple himself to the wall with the straps -- since there's nothing like gravity in the pod -- and then sleep. For a week.

At the last of the release levers, the suit reforms itself into an open suitcase and floats itself under the dash of the control panel. He double checks the distress signal, the coordinates and after that, he really can't hold onto consciousness any more. Pulse slow and eyes closed, he drifts still half strapped into the seat.

Bruce gets him secured, before he straps himself in. It's easy to give over to exhaustion, letting the thing fly itself -- he needs the rest, Tony needs the rest.. and the thing will be move on just fine, the SHEILD ship will grab them, and hopefully...

Nobody will have anything explode out of their chest in the meantimes.

It's startling to wake up to a pair of blue eyes and Tony shrinks back at how close they are. "Ha! He's all right!"

"Course I'm all right," Tony grouses and frowns at Rogers before he turns his head. Banner-- All right, so he's a little single minded right now, but some things are pretty important. Like getting Steve out of his personal zone. "Please don't tell me you came out while I was gone and were practising on me in my sleep."

What? It's called deflection.

Oh shit people are talking. Startling with the noise, Bruce wakes to find there's...gravity. Okay. That's good. He groans a little with the stiffness in overtaxced muscles, and blearily peers at the two men.

"Right. I am finding a bed. I am staying in it for eight hours. Get him to the medical bay. He needs transfusion at the minimum, and everything from a tetanus shot to stitches."

Because he doesn't need a medical bay, he just needs sleep. On his feet, he helps Steve help Tony out, but after that? IT's time to pass him on to the car of others and go be inert for a few more hours in a proper bed.

OOC:

We could go for a goodbye meme. If Bruce wants to go off wandering the world.

There's a bunch of sex memes. But you're not into public sex memes. :p

Call me out we could do?

Trapped together? Yay close proximity. ^__^

OOC:

Yeah I'm the worst about public smut. I mean, I write smut. No lie. But... it's everyone is watching and judging meeeeeee and I haven't written much slash in ages.

I thnk I have Bruce on the Goodbye and -- trapped? I might have trapped. I post all my memes to plurk I should dig up a list of my links.

Let's do trapped then.

And there's always private journals if Tony manages to succeed in World Domination.

Though... Technically Banner can't get it on. So sad. Well, there's always science to make it happen!

Trapped yay! Goodbye can be milked for later tension/angst.

As for sex, I have so many confused feels on that. Which is sort of the attraction because restraint! Denial! Build up! Tension! It's all delish.
But they seem to have kicked the 'heart rate' canon to the curb in Avengers.... which is fine by me because it never made much sense... and really didn't gel with comics canon. (He got laid. HE got laid a lot. In both forms. Betty used sex in later canon to help him calm down.)

Yes, thank you retcon! Gray Hulk got a ton of action. After they did the Hulk being separated from Banner thing they sorta dropped the whole sex and die thing.

I'm taking them to that island. :p Stand by.

And then Rick Jones married the Gray Hulk / Fixit's ex, because he's Marvel's bicycle why not.

I'm so behind in comics, though, sob sob sob. Been catching up but man some of the shit they've done is weird. I don't think anything will compare to Peter David's run for me... up tunil he offed Betty. :|

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soon to wrap but augh we need more of the adorable science babbys

Where shall we go next that Tony can flirt and make eyes at Banner?

i don't know but we need more. WHERE ARE YOU THAT I MAY TAG YOU

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