Meet-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

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[boulderkiller]

Thank god his gun had been in his storage locker down in possessions. Chris felt immensely more at ease around here with a weapon on hand, and the holster made him feel a little less awkward about the skintight choice of clothing around here. He noticed some of the other crew members were wearing ordinary clothes. He'd have to go beg one of them for a T-shirt or something later.

He made a mental note to find somewhere to get a cigarette, too.

Chris still looked uneasy as he scanned the crowd for any sign of a familiar face, as unlikely as it was.

[redfield]

Claire had very little desire to be anywhere besides Contagion right now, watching over her daughter. However, people were being ejected from the pods (great timing, Stacy) and with so many members of the crew busy with the whole virus thing or infected themselves, that left precious little on-hand to deal with the new arrivals.

So, Claire tore herself away from Sherry, and made her way up to the Observation Deck. She hung back at the door for a long moment, surveying the scene as well as making sure the door had people watching it to make sure no infected caused problems. She was actually content on sticking right there, until she noticed a familiar head of hair among the others.

"...Chris?" She said quietly, too surprised to move for a moment. Then she remembered she could move, and started through the crowd, pushing and shoving as politely as she could. "Chris!"

[boulderkiller]

He'd know that voice anywhere. Chris turned on his heels and spotted his little sister pushing through the crowd. For the moment, he was too glad to see her to think about what it meant that she was in this place too. "Claire!"

Chris did a little pushing of his own and as soon as he reached her, he threw his arms around her and nearly lifted her off the ground. "God, I'm glad to see you."

[redfield]

For a moment everything that was happening now seemed a little less dire. Her brother was here. He was awake, and safe. She hugged him back fiercely, smiling despite herself.

"Ditto. I was starting to think I'd have to go find you in the pod caverns myself."

[windyellow]

Dustin walked into the crowd, a bit apprehensive but was able to retrieve his morpher which by all accounts shouldn't work but did. He also managed to find his ninja uniform in Weapons and Possessions, so at least he wans't naked. He hoped to find any of his friends walking around. Or maybe a Ranger or two.

[galacticfairy]

"Yoohoo," Sheryl waved, beaming. "New boy!"

[windyellow]

Dsutin didn't recognize the woman, but saw no reason to be rude. "Hey there, I'm Dustin." For some odd reason she reminded him of Marah.

[galacticfairy]

"Sheryl Nome."

[fluffyapartheid]

A short, fat alien creature entered the observation deck. She looked a bit like a squirrel, though much bigger and with a few more legs. It could have been easy to ignore her as a simple animal, though she had a pair of saddle bags cinched around the middle-most part of her body.

She was aware that she was shorter then the knees of most of the others in the room. In an attempt to remedy this, she picked up her front four paws from the ground and lifted her back, walking only on her back legs. She was still only about three feet tall now, but it was a little better. "Excuse me," she said, to the first person to come near her, "I would like to know who is in charge."

[changelingdude]

For once Beastboy was the one who was startled by an unusual animal.

With a grin he knelt down, "Oh hey sup! Um...I guess that guy." He pointed and realized the crowd was in his way, "Oh um...well his name's Leon but we have a whole bunch of people who are in charge really. Maybe I can help though?"

[fluffyapartheid]

Zhiai'kahn was confused enough by these... creatures around her. She had dealt with species similar in looks to these, but they were too tall and walked too straight to be Hoefeken, and all lacked the ritual tattoos of the Bak'shir. And now there was a green one talking to her.

She followed the green thing's finger and took note of the one he said was in charge. She'd have to get acquainted with them, as well as find out who else was in charge. Then she looked back at the creature talking to her, and narrowed her eyes. "That would depend on what you know," she said curtly, her tail giving an annoyed swish. "Can you tell me what race and planet this... place... is affiliated with?"

[changelingdude]

"Oh um..." Actually no not really.

"Well see we're all from different worlds so alot of us are different races. I'm a human..err...mutated but still human. Alot of the people around here are and we're from different planets...does that make sense?"

[icanhashat]

He had found his Mother's hat.

The last gift he'd gotten from her was a orange knit hat that at the moment he was holding in his rough and work worn fingers as he let the events of the day process.

He was quiet and looking particularly dangerous glaring at anyone daring to make eye contact as he tried to wrap his head around the simply unbelievable circumstances surrounding today.

Could everyone really be gone? And everything?

No sense in falling apart about it. Fact of the matter was he never cared for most of the verse anyway. Hell he'd spent a good portion of his life making enemies in a fashion. All he could do now was keep going, find a way to do what he did best for profit.

He tucked his mother's hat in his pocket for now.

[flieswithdinos]

Wash felt better now that he was clothed - not a lot better, but somewhat. One of the lockers had contained his stuff, which made some kind of undefined paranoia creep up the back of his spine, but his cargo vest was there, along with the pistol he had favored on Serenity and his wedding band. He slipped the latter on his finger, mouth tight, thinking about Zoe.

Walking into the gathering of people was like a system shock - Wash had grown up on a core world, true, but so many years on the ship out in the black had gotten him pretty disused to crowds. He edged between the people, looking for someone familiar-

"Jayne?" Well, it wasn't the kind of familiar he was hoping for, but it was someone. "Jayne!"

And so it begins...

[icanhashat]

Jayne looked up hearing his voice called by a familiar voice and felt his blood run cold.

"Wash...?" He was struck dumb for a moment and then surprisingly enough a look of fear...absolute terror crossed his features.

"I'm dead...shit."

Epic Stacy bromance?

[flieswithdinos]

Wash stumbled to a stuttering halt at the look on Jayne's face. It wasn't like he'd never seen the big man scared before, but usually it involved Reavers, or... Reavers. Having that look turned on him was something else.

"If you're dead, then I'm dead, and I don't feel very dead." He patted along his torso. "Not dead-feeling. Why do you look like you've just seen a pack of Reavers?"

[alterniantaurus]

Next out is a troll kid in a wheelchair. He looks around, scanning the welcoming crowd for any sign of his little white custodian creature. He didn't think Tinkerbull would be here, but hope springs eternal.

He guesses he'll have to talk to one of the strange alien folk. God, so many. And so many different ages. He's never seen so many adults in his life.

Normally he'd be too scared to speak up, but time's running out. If he doesn't get back to Alternia, at least one friends' life will be forfeit. He approaches a member of the command staff.

"Ex... excuse me. Sorry to bother you. Can, uhh... can you tell me how to get back home?"

[outta_this_army]

The figure in orange armor currently slouched on the organic furniture pauses a handheld game and looks up. Grif hates podpop. All these new people bug him, and sometimes try to make him work.

"Sorry kid, nobody knows for now." He pauses. The helmet tilts a bit to one side.

"...Nice horns."

[alterniantaurus]

"Th. Thank you. But..."

Tavros swallows hard. He's just having a really bad day.

"I have to get back. I left my friend in the lurch and it, it, uh, it may be too late already, I think..."

[outta_this_army]

There's a sigh. "Your world's probably not there anymore to go back to, Kid." The delivery of the information is perfectly casual, like this is the most normal thing in the universe.

"So if you want my advice? Get comfortable. It's gonna be a long ride."