Meat n' Greet

[cityship]

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 people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. New crew-mates might see

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[masterofnun]

Now that he's got his (truly ridiculous and highly eye-searing) costume back on, along with his beloved and incredibly-powerful hand puppet, Punchy's feeling even more pumped than he was before. He's ready to meet his crew mates, even though he's sure they'll try and talk him down because he's so young.

Whatever. Teachers and authority figures have been telling him to sit down and be patient for years. Stacy chose him for this mission, shouldn't that mean something?

He struts around in his costume, looking for the nearest superhero-looking type to introduce himself to. Surely some Superman sort of person will see him for the hero he is - the hero Stacy just affirmed he is.

Man, he doesn't even have to try anymore. He's so already a hero.

[facepunching]

Soren doesn't recognize Punchy at first -- not with that ridiculous costume on. He merely thinks he's run into another eccentric, and he's used to dealing with those. At any rate, he's got a stack of books in one arm and several staves in the other, and he's back in clean, comfortable robes. So he's feeling a bit more charitable now.

"Excuse me."

See? So charitable!

[masterofnun]

"Excused, dawg," Punchy says, giving Soren a bit of a wary glance. Those are some weird clothes, man. "You done tripping over your personal space?"

[facepunching]

That voice...

"Oh. It's the country boy." The one who insisted he was from some kind of city. Except no one from a city of any respectable size spoke in such a manner.

"It's you who should learn not to touch others without their permission. Basic manners."

[masterofnun]

"Country? I ain't from no country. I'm from the hood," he says, rolling his eyes. So apparently clothes don't put Soren in a more tolerable state. "Maybe if you weren't dragging your feet, I wouldn'ta had to kick your ass in gear. I said, you done tripping, or you gonna hold that against me forever?"

[facepunching]

Soren had no idea what the 'hood' was, but now that he was dressed, he could attempt to be cordial. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. Some of the finest soldiers I know were from the outskirt villages."

He frowned. "As long as you don't attempt it again, I suppose forgiveness is in order."

[alexaddin]

Alex tagged along watching Soren, and waved his hand with the large gold star-encrusted ring on the thumb at...oh it was the red-haired boy! "Hi! I found Ifrit!"

[masterofnun]

"Outskirt...villages...yo, dawg, what kinda hoods you been hanging in? And are dresses the usual threads there?" he says, giving a skeptical look at Soren's clothes again. "I ain't asking your forgiveness, man. Don't be frontin' on me."

He looks down and sees the little kid again. "Hey, man, that's dope! I found Puppet, too!"

He makes the little nun puppet wave for Alex.

[facepunching]

Soren glances back over his shoulder at Alex, choosing not to comment on that ridiculous hand puppet on Punchy's hand. For now.

"These are mage's robes. Are you honestly telling me you can't tell the difference between these and a dress?" Because seriously, Punchy, that would make you even dumber than Soren had initially projected.

[alexaddin]

"That's brill!" Alex declares upon seeing Puppet. He then looks up to Soren and says, sagaciously. "They haven't got a lot of magic in America, and when they do, they wear tuxes."

[masterofnun]

"What the shit's a mage?" Punchy asks, apparently forgetting that he's in front of a child. And probably not raising Soren's esteem of him any. He turns back to Alex. "I know, right? This shizz is worth mad benjamins, you catch my drift?"

[facepunching]

Soren motions with one hand and, apropos of nothing, a brief gust of wind kicks up. "I'm a magic user."

Luckily, Soren had no idea how to recognize modern Earth cursing. "Tuxes? America?"

[alexaddin]

"America's a country; I can tell because of the way he talks. Tuxes are nice suits. With trousers. I'm pretty sure everyone who does magic in America wears them, instead of robes like Merlin or something. Brill spell, by the way!"

A loud, low sigh reverberates through the air around Alex.

[masterofnun]

"That's sick," Punchy says, looking a little impressed at the idea of magic. "I mean I ain't from the country, kiddo. I'm from the streets."

Just keep telling yourself that, Punchy.

"What was that?"

[facepunching]

"Ah, I see. Formal wear. Where I come, mages tend to wear loose-fitting clothing. Easier for a sharp implement to miss you if the person aiming it at you doesn't quite know where the clothes end and you begin." Also, it was stylish. "Thank you, Alex."

He looks at Punchy. "A wind spell." Duh.

[alexaddin]

"Ooh, good idea! Like capes! And I think he meant Ifrit. That was Ifrit," Alex adds to Punchy.

"~Charmed~" Ifrit says, voice dripping with sarcasm.