'Meat' 'n Greet

[meatbabies]

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

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[nothefarragut]

There was nothing to tug, nothing to straighten, nothing but the oddly pulsing plantsuit that covered her like a second skin.  Walking into the observation deck, she had to stop for a moment to take it all in.  Her eyes were riveted to the view of the Bleed for a long while despite the noise of people greeting other people, the blend of voices a hum.  She could pick voices out selectively, and listened with all the intensity she put to her own job, hoping for another familiar voice besides that of McCoy.

Family and loved ones were supposed to be here, weren't they?  Or maybe not here but back in that endless cavern of pods that had yet to wake from stasis.  The rising panic of it all tried to surface again and Uhura pushed it down.  All the what ifs and oh Gods and the frightening wave upon wave of uncertainty.  She stopped where she was and stood there, breathing in the slightly humid air, isolating sounds (there was a high whistling sound of air blowing, a rumble that might have been the engines--she assumed they were engines, a

[nerve_pincher]

Spock had calculated the odds of someone he knew being awakened. The odds were not in his favor.

Still, he found himself on the observation deck with many others, standing well back away from the crowd, avoiding contact, his hands clasped behind his back. Whether someone he knew appeared or not, he might be able to lend aid, or answer questions.

He saw her before she saw him, and, though no one around him would've noticed, his breath caught in his throat momentarily on sight of her. Rarely was Spock rendered speechless, but it took a moment for his mind to resume its usual processes.

Spock assessed the situation from his vantage point. She was distressed, he could tell, though she retained the outward calm he so admired.

It was only when he could tell that she had collected herself that he approached.

"Lieutenant," he said, his demeanor as professional as ever.

[nothefarragut]

Spock.

Spock. Her eyes searched his face, took in the plantsuit, knew that he was real and there right in front of her. He was real. She was silent for a long while though her eyes burned fiercely and she wanted to simply cry. But she did not.

"Commander," she said quietly, her voice only a little tight as her hair swung heavily against her shoulders. Uhura had never, in her life, been so relieved to see his face. It just might have outweighed the moment he had appeared on the transporter pad back aboard the Enterprise with Kirk and Pike. She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but she didn't.

She did, however, smile.

[nerve_pincher]

It only took one look, and Spock knew that this was the Lieutenant Uhura from his own timeline. The knowledge was... gratifying.

"I trust you are not injured? The experience of awakening can be highly disconcerting." There would be time, later, for less formal greetings. No doubt, right now, she would require information.

[hisfathersstaff]

Negi was barely listening to the rumble of people in the crowded room. He didn't care for anything at the moment, despite clutching onto the comm ring and Omnicom like a life-line. He had found his cloak and his staff in possessions and Chamo sat to the side, taking a drag of some kind of holographic cigarette to calm his nerves

[capture_worlds]

Why the hell did I come here? I don't need to meet all these new people at once. Tsukasa thought, as he looked around the Ops Deck, when he saw a huddled mass in the corner...and was that a smoking ferret? He walked over, and it turns out it was a young man in a cloak too big for him. So, Tsukasa walked over and sat down beside the kid.

"You okay, kid?" He asked, with no ceremony or introduction whatsoever.

[hisfathersstaff]

Negi didn't reply even when Tsukasa came over. "Ne, Aniki, talk to him," encouraged Chamo, poking his best friend's leg with a forepaw.

"..." emoted Negi.

Chamo sighed.

And then burned his hand with the holo-cig.

"OW! BLOODY HELL!"

[capture_worlds]

"...A talking ferret?"

Tsukasa cleared his throat and tried again with Negi. "Hello, there? You even alive?"

[modelscientist]

A brief visit to weapons and possessions had thankfully returned Mordin to a state of near normalcy. Weapons on hand, omnitool back in its proper place and even his armor, which he wore in lieu of the rather intriguing (if disturbing) plantsuit. He ahd been directed here, to the Obs deck. And so he had come, hopefully to gain some answers to the many questions that were bouncing around his head.

[notlewis]

And answers he would get! In a rather unlikely form, admittedly-- a sketchy-looking man in glasses leaning against the wall a short distance away, smoking a cigarette. One of the new crewmates had a box in their possessions and as soon as Luis smelled the intoxicating nicotine cloud he missed so greatly (and had really, just about quit cold turkey) all it took was some emphatic begging for him to get one loaned to him.

And he was enjoying it. Immensely.

Never one to discriminate against freaky-looking aliens, he sat up and headed over to this one since it looked like nobody had yet. "Hola, amigo, welcome to the meatship," he said pleasantly. "Anything I can help you with?"

[modelscientist]

Mordin raised one hand and waved away some of the smoke. He eyed the human for a moment before replying, deciding to start off with simple things.

"Perhaps. Have been informed that I am here to fight the Ohm. Would be most helpful if you explained this." A pause (barely there, really, but to Mordin it was a pause).

"Also, would like clarification: this is not a Collector vessel? Not Council affiliated or similar, either?"

[notlewis]

Boy, Mordin, you picked some doozies to start with. Luis did try to hold his cigarette away though, since he didn't want to introduce on the wrong foot.

"I'm... afraid I don't know what you mean by Collector and Council and that kind of thing," he admitted, starting off with the one he didn't know.

"And as far as the Ohm go, they are an evil race of beings blowing up the universe and we were rescued through some vague and poorly-defined plan to defeat them... that's the gist of it."

[fireworkbubbles]

Okay, so, except for the pulsating, it was like wearing one of the X-uniforms. And at least she'd gotten the goo out of her hair.

But no hair ties, meaning no pigtails, meaning... her hair was being floppy. She shoved it out of her face, and looked around. The ring on her finger felt weird - years of hand to hand meant she didn't wear many rings - and she really did not like the whole institutionalisation thing going on with the suit. Where were the colours? The fun?

Okay, so the ship had said 'loved ones' - she sincerely hoped that didn't mean Logan and Scott. She could go for some other people, but not those two. Not just yet. Give her a few days, then she'd probably be missing them.

Jubilee continued looking around. She stumbled a bit, shuffling through the crowd. "I cannot be the only X-wearer here." She muttered to herself.

[kaya_waterwave]

She lingered. Having left the med bay, she had decided to go off to the Obs deck and check...for him. Why it was hard to think about him she didn't know: had it been so many months waiting and getting nothing and hating herself for feeling that way. Nonetheless, there were new people coming in, and since Katara was a fairly friendly girl, she was curious.

She passed by a girl that definitely interested her: it was the hair that caught her attention since she had never seen it quite in that style.

But her attention was DEFINITELY piqued when she heard the "X" part.

"Um, excuse me," she said, "I couldn't help but overhear. You aren't an 'X-man' are you?"

[fireworkbubbles]

Jubilee turned. She didn't recognise the girl at all. She frowned. "Yeah, I am." She needed gum. "Why?" Jubilee asked. Mojo had to be behind this. Or maybe Shadow King had decided to mess with her again.

... Hell, she'd take the ferret right now.

[kaya_waterwave]

Katara smiled. "Well, technically I know at least one, he's my Team leader. His name is Julian, but his X-man name is Hellion. I don't know if you know him though. I know there's a few more too."

She blushed. "Not that I meant to eavesdrop, really, but I figured you just got here, so I could help. My name is Katara, from the Southern Water Tribe."

[mercjedi]

Kyle rubbed his forehead as he walked. This was turning into a very strange day, and that was saying something by the standards of his life. Looking around the room he tried to find anyone he could recognize. No luck so far. Maybe if he just stayed put somebody would explain exactly what was going on.

[restoresbalance]

Something--a ripple in the Force, a familiar tug at his mind--had brought Luke from the hangar, where he'd been working on the X-Wing assigned to him, back to the observation deck. Sometimes, Luke wished he wasn't a bit shorter than average; it was difficult to see over everyone's heads.

But between shoulders and shifting people he spotted a face he knew well. "Kyle Katarn!" he called, smiling and waving to get the other Jedi's attention.

[mercjedi]

Now that was a familiar face, and probably one the Kyle was most glad to see. "Luke!" he shouted back as he made his way over to his fellow Jedi. "I am very very glad to see you."

[restoresbalance]

"Me too, Master--" Luke paused. This Kyle Katarn looked a lot younger than the man he remembered, the one that had been with the Order through many trials. "Kyle. I'm glad to see you made it here too."