we lived in another world

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CHARACTERS: OPEN TO ALL
LOCATION: Passengers' Quarters, one of the common rooms.
WARNINGS: Possible language? (Anything else will be added later.
SUMMARY: Meet-and-greet for all of the new passengers so they can figure out names and what to do.

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open!

[proxysearch]

The "host", as it were, was sitting on one of the couches in the corner to await the arrival of those who had said they would attend. She made sure to bring what little identification she had to validate who she was, just in case people asked. She could remember everything now, every detail of what happened before she arrived. She didn't have the help of the only two friends she had left. She felt on edge now, standing in the midst of strangers, especially since she was practically giving them orders... She didn't want it to come out like that. Still, a little push went a long way, and she was grateful to see some people taking initiative

[bearsthevision]

Purple book, meet purple book. Chase's was paper, tattered and yellow and stained and a light lilac, but she was holding on to it for dear life as she entered the area. Immediately spotting the dark-haired girl, her face lit up.

Some familiarity. Chase liked familiarity. It was the reason why she took small, calculated steps to the woman and then offers an equally small hand.

"It's nice to meet you in person."

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She noticed that, at least, and looked over curiously. She didn't expect the girl to approach but given what she had seen about her - the inquisitive and forward nature she had - she shouldn't have been surprised.

Re-l wanted to know more about her. She was interesting.

She offered Chase a faint and polite smile, taking her hand and shaking it. Far be it from her to pass it up. "Likewise. I'm glad several people came." Unspoken, she was also glad that Chase came. She seemed one of the few with a good head on her shoulders. "What do you think of everything so far when it comes to how we're...staffed?" A loose term; they weren't organized in the least.

[bearsthevision]

Staffed. That seemed like a funny word to Chase, but she knew what Re-l meant. At least she thought she did. People were far more confusing than dealing with Prise or prophecies, but she was pleased she at least got a hand shake.

"As for staffed I still think a definite structure of jobs, designation and the like is needed, but I also realize I'm not the one to do it." She offered a tiny, tiny smile. "Perhaps Ward or Resnik. Otherwise, we're like animals."

OPEN <- forgot to mention that

[babbletechno]

Heatwave wandered into the designated meeting area, glancing around curiously. His comm was in his hand instead of hidden in one of the pockets on his jumpsuit, and it was either because he was simultaneously attempting to monitor the network while giving this meeting a proper amount of attention, or because the feel of the machine was somewhat comforting on a subconscious level. Maybe it was both.

Either way, he was here, smiling in what he was still only hoping was an appropriately friendly manner, and now it was time to meet the people who would be his comrades from here until they went home. If they went home.

He wondered if he would any of his fellow Decepticons here.

[gofor_theoptics]

Tali is used to a busy atmosphere with lots of people bustling around -- that made the Normandy a big adjustment, and this place an even larger one than that. She's settled down onto a couch herself, legs crossed while she glances out over the rest of the people who were slowly gathering around.

This is like some sort of addiction-meeting. She remembers passing some of the red-sand help groups on the Citadel, and they looked a lot like this.

She clears her throat. "People -- seem to have already listed off some of their skills in the information post," she offers up to nobody in particular, "but I guess I should say again that I'm a machinist, and you can call me Tali."

awwww tali tali tali

[aguidingstar]

Also on the couch is a large, fair-haired man sitting with his elbows on his knees and his back straight, patiently watching the rest of the group. Such an odd collection of people, he marvelled - but it had worried him to see that so many of them were so young or so inexperienced. Space, he thought to himself, was a harsh environment and the learning curve would be steep for those that were more used to the softer, more forgiving life one could lead planetside.

When the lady - or what he had assumed was a lady behind the complicated lifesuit - had spoken up Hotspur had been taken by surprise: he hadn't quite expected such a fascinating voice. He sat straighter, lifting his weight from his elbows, and surveyed her features - or what he could, from the other side of mask - with an interested half-smile. A machinist! A machinist was useful, and of instant intrigue to the pilot.

"Tali," He repeated the name softly, if only to better remember it. "Good to meet you, Tali. What kind of machines are you used to working with?"

8DDD

[gofor_theoptics]

He'd likely be saddened to know that Tali wasn't all that much older than the majority of the people here -- however, she was a good deal more experienced with spaceside things than most quarians her age. She turned to face him immediately once he'd spoken up, noting that he hadn't given his name yet. Perhaps he would in a moment or two, but it felt strange not addressing him by a name, or at least a title.

"Primarily drive-cores of large space vessels," she replied carefully, making sure she didn't mention 'experimental' or 'stolen' vessels, "as well as smaller vehicles and on-board computer systems." Quarian machinists cobbled together ships and patched hull-breaches using whatever was available to them, after all. "I also have some experience with planetary research, but I can't imagine that's going to come in handy here."

[aguidingstar]

"You never know," Hotspur interjected with an even smile. "If we pass by any hospitable planets some of the crew might want to stretch their legs..." He's already quietly noted the onset of claustrophobia in some of the human passengers; it was worryingly soon considering that they had barely been on board for a day.

Hotspur shifted towards her and stretched forward a large, calloused hand to shake. "The name's Max, but call me Hotspur. I'm a pilot on the Asgardreid --" There's a touch of gentle ruefulness to his voice as he adds, "-- But no-one on board the Tranquillity seems to have heard of her. What ship are you from?"

OPEN | prose or action spam welcome | slow tags until sunday!

[flares]

Capa isn't a social person. He doesn't like large groups and he doesn't like chitchat - not that he finds anything wrong with them, he's just not good with them and that makes him frustrated (albeit in a quiet and understated way). For all that he can understand the most complicated and intricate of systems both practical and hypothetical, human interaction has managed to remain something of a mystery to him. And ever since being tagged to become a member of Icarus II, he's had much bigger fish to fry, frankly.

But the situation on the Tranquility is a complicated one. Their systems are either completely operational or on the fritz in ways that had, thus far, proven undiagnosable. The FTL drive run on a principal which was equal parts inspired and completely insane. And all of the technology is ten, fifteen, a hundred years ahead of anything Capa has come across previous. The possibilities are not endless, but they are numerous, varied and - in some cases - enticing

It may a be silent few tags. Haha

[rote_augen]

Social graces were a skill and class Heine missed out on. It was not that he had trouble communicating, but that he was far too blunt for lighter company. If something needed to be said, then one could rely on him verbalizing the issue instead of sugar coating it in fancy words. Say much while speaking little was the style and the only one he followed

oh god, i know right x:

[flares]

It was easy enough to pick out the ones that made for natural leaders and then, less obviously though no less loud in their endeavors, there were the ones who weren't natural leaders but perhaps imagined they were. To see that there were a handful of leaders, both actual and imagined, in the mix came as something of a relief, though that relief was tempered by experience. His time on the Icarus II had not been a peaceful one by any stretch of the imagination, but that was no one's fault really, just a clashing of personalities and the occasional butting of heads. It had started out easily enough but, the longer the crew had remained on the ship and approached their ever-looming mission, the higher tensions ran

Who breaks first?

[rote_augen]

Heine made for a special case in leadership. He did not talk much and took things passively, or in reality he did not inwardly care, but he was a leader in retrospect. The professors underground did not pick him randomly to have that thing plugged into his neck. They wanted a natural leader and someone who could keep steady under a rain of fire

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[whatanovelty]

Kroton wandered into the room as quietly as a seven-foot-tall, silver man with a bo-staff magnetized to his back can be. He'll be looking around, hoping that he might spot Izzy waving from across the way. ...No such luck. Yet.

He's also trying to put faces to voices, as he's been mostly-quietly observing the network since he figured out his communication device.

[babbletechno]

He was tall and looked robotic.

Heatwave was gearing up to head around and meet everyone trying to cram themselves into corners, but his mission was derailed when he caught sight of the silver man.

After a second's pause he gathered himself up and wandered over, offering a smile. "Hello. So they don't take away everyone's mechanical parts, I take it? That's good to know."

[whatanovelty]

He nods in reply, but before before answering properly, he takes a brief moment to remember the robot he talked to earlier, who had apparently been changed upon his arrival to this ship. "Seems I'm the lucky one out," he shrugs.

[babbletechno]

"Seems that way," Heatwave agreed cheerfully. "What's your designation? I am Heatwave."