Time for the 'meat' and greet

[meatbabies]

[NOTE: This takes place DURING the holiday plot. If your character is involved in that, then they're still on the surface and not on the ship at this time.]The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see

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[yubyubcommander]

This had not been a good day for Wedge so far. He had woken up naked and covered in goo, had been forcibly cleaned and dressed by tentacles, and now was on the observation deck of some strange starship. Fortunately, he'd managed to retrieve his flightsuit, helmet, gloves and blaster. Not that it did a much better job than the plantsuit, but at least it felt a bit more normal...He sighed and looked quietly around the Obs Deck at the assembled, taking in these strangers. He had been "chosen" for a "great purpose," apparently. Of course there were no guarantees this wasn't some sort of strange Imperial trick, so he hung near the edge of the crowd, looking for someone who might be able to provide some answers.

[pocketloli]

Rein had found Hayate's bag with all her things in it, so for now, the tiny little woman was floating around carrying it around. She was dressed in her tiny little plantsuit (the smallest of them all) but she had extra clothing in case she needed it, including her combat uniform.

Floating around the myriad men and women, she nearly bumped into Wedge. "Oh! I'm terribly sorry desu~"

[yubyubcommander]

Wedge took a step back and gave the small woman a small smile. This was...not good. But he was thinking. And it would probably be for the best if he started talking to people.

"It's fine. No harm done."

[pocketloli]

"Thank you," smiled Rein. "I'm reinforce, but you can call me Rein desu~! A pleasure to meet you!" And she gave the man a jaunty little salute. "What's your name sir?"

[dis_courageous]

Komali peered past the doorway cautiously, trembling in every suction-dried feather and looking slightly more like a puffy chick than he normally did. He didn't know where he was, or what was going on, only that there was a woman's voice, saying he would have to fight. He didn't want to fight! He couldn't fight! Wouldn't!

Komali clutched at his clothing- and his treasure- and slowly edged his way into the room. Oh god, this was not fair. Where was Quill? Where was Midli? Where was the sky and the sea and- and everything!

This wasn't right, not at all.

[chozo_precursor]

"Komali." Came a voice that the young Ruto would find familiar, if only because besides Stacy it was probably the last voice he'd heard. As he walked towards Komali, his claws scratching softly against the ground, he looked down at the pearl clutched in his hands. Curiosity jabbed at him.

"You seem to be at unrest. Calm yourself."

[dis_courageous]

Komali jerked as if shot, automatically clutching at his pearl more strongly and turning to face Grey Voice, backing up a step. After a moment he seemed to relax, if only slightly, and returned his doubtful gaze to the crowded room beyond,

"They're huge!" His voice squeaked helplessly, "They're...what are they?"

[chozo_precursor]

"I believe they're in the same situation as us. That is, they were released from those pods as well." He explained.

"I take it you do not recognize anyone either."

[callmeotterpop]

Bobby smirked as he made his way around the Observation Deck. He had found his X-Men uniform in the possession locker, but as the plant suit he was wearing worked for clothes, he left all of it behind. Well all but a single pair of sunglasses he had found. He twirled them around his fingers and then slipped them on his face.

So what if he was on a ship, a telepathic ship, god knew where. It wasn't anything that he couldn't handle. Plus, anything was better than dealing with the mess that he had left back home.

Bobby moved towards the center of the room. Maybe his luck was going to finally turn around and he'll see some of his friends here. Then again, he could live without them.

[just_like_nii]

Fletcher was confused. Still scared, but that had dulled until it was just a sort of pervasive worry rather than an all-encompassing fear. He was jumpy, flinching at the slightest loud noise -- that tended to happen whenever he found himself suddenly grabbed and dressed by weird energy... vine things. Which, to be honest, wasn't often.

In the storage space he'd found some of his chalk, and his hat, which he wasn't wearing but instead had clutched in his hands like a security blanket of some sort. He was standing near the middle of the room as Bobby approached, looking around to see if he could see a familiar face. Russel, Mr. Belshio, anyone.

[callmeotterpop]

Bobby took note of the little kid, probably the first thing he really paid attention too. The kid couldn't be any older than some of the kids at the academy. He shook his head and moved towards him, removing the sunglasses and pushing them up on his head, he smiled down at the kid.

"Most kids your age would be running around here going wild. Big adventure like this. But you're here, looking like you want to hide under a rock. What's up short stuff, not scared of the big old ship are ya?"

[just_like_nii]

"Adventure..." Fletcher glanced up at the man in confusion. This wasn't an adventure, it was a nightmare. "I-- a little. I still don't understand any of this."

At least he didn't yet know the worst of it. That was best for being able to adjust. For the next few minutes, anyway.

[youngsoldat]

Erwin looked horribly confused. He'd met some strange people on the lower decks and then been dressed by... tentacles. This all seemed like something out of a science-fiction magazine or a short story or a film. He'd been ushered through the possessions locker and there he'd manged to retrieve most of his field gear - e-tool, belt, y-straps, his trusty a-frame and ammo pouches, his rifle, breadbag (empty, unfortunately), his canteen (which had water in it, luckily) and his rifle. Oh, and his rather distinctive helmet, which was on his head. His gear looked a bit silly over the plantsuit, but it made him feel better. He might not be in uniform, but he had something familiar to hold onto.

So, rifle slung, he stood against one wall, watching with wide eyes. This had to be a dream. It had to be.

[pocketloli]

Unfortunately for Erwin, this wasn't a dream, even with the ten inch tall little woman floating by him clinging to life on what appeared to be a brown bag. She was straining a little but she soon settled down next to him. "Nice day isn't it desu?" inquired Rein with a little grin to the stranger.

[youngsoldat]

Erwin blinked, startled out of his thoughts by the small woman. For a moment he just stared, mouth hanging open. He finally recovered his faculties to stammer out a reply, "Yes, I suppose. Although... this is all quite confusing. It is... I am not sure. I feel like I am in a dream, like I am going to wake up any moment."

Especially with a ten-inch tall woman speaking to him. Yeah, that's surreal.

[pocketloli]

"It does seem like that, when dreams become reality," agreed Rein, setting the bag down and sitting atop it. "I take it you're not really well equipped to deal with space-travel desu?"

[quark_assassin]

He couldn’t find his gun. He couldn’t find his backpack, no less. He found his clothes, sure, but the pockets were emptied, and they smelled funny, like they’d been sitting around for a while. Dustin had half a mind to just sit down and roll in them, but that was hardly what he needed to be concerned with right now.

No, he needed to find his group. He needed to find Codi. She had to be here, right?

Staring out into the crowd, seeing no familiar faces, Dustin changed tactics. Who was in charge? Was it obvious to tell? No?

Okay, fine. We’ll play this game.

“Hey!” Dustin yelled as loud as he could, looking absolutely livid, “Who the hell is in charge here? And nobody better say ‘the ship’, because I’ll slit your windpipe before you can start laughing over your clever little @#$^* joke, alright?”

[captain_jtk]

Kirk cocked a brow and pushed his way through the crowd. He raised a hand, trying to calm the rather angry man, "Excuse me, I'm Captain James T. Kirk, acting first officer. I understand you're very confused and distraught, but I need you to remain calm. Everything will be explained once we're sure all of the new arrivals are here. And if you try to kill anyone, I will have you in the brig so fast it will make your head spin, mister. Am I understood?"

[quark_assassin]

Dustin’s not really that tall, but he sure as hell knows how to stare down a man.

“Calm my ass,” Dustin glowered, though he did take a slightly less threatening stance by folding his arms-er, arm-“And you don’t have to waste your formalities on me; my name’s Dustin.”

He let that sink in for a minute.

“Look, I don’t care about why I’m here or what I need to do to get off-just tell me where the hell she is, mmkay?”

Dustin assumes Kirk knows who he’s talking about.

[captain_jtk]

"Welcome aboard, Mister Dustin. I find formalities are very helpful at times, but... that's not the point."

Kirk settled his hands on his hips, sizing up the newcomer carefully, "I'm afraid I don't know who you're talking about. Where's who? It's possible she hasn't been podpopped yet."