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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[buckerup]

By the time she trotted out onto the Observation Deck, Applejack was looking a little more rumpled than usual. Sure, she was happy she'd found her hat. And yes, Rarity was safe and sound, if a little worse for the wear. But those funny little voices in her head sure hadn't said anything useful.

Taking a deep breath, she braved the two-legged sea of 'humans', as they seemed to be called, to ask a question. It was hard to be seen with her head lower than most of the grown-up looking ones, but she sure as rain wasn't standing on her hind legs like them.

"'Scuse me," Applejack asked, craning her neck up to attempt to see over the crowd, "but would anypony be gracious enough to tell me what in the hay is going on around here?"

[bears_omnitrix]

"I might be able to answer a few things," said Ben, hearing the remark of the talking pony. "Welcome to Stacy, the weirdest ship in the universe."

He could be proved wrong for later but maybe for now it was prudent he kept that thought to himself. "I'm Ben."

[buckerup]

"And I'm Applejack. Pleasure to meet ya, Ben." the pony greeted, lifting a hoof to tip her hat.

"Wait...ship? In the universe? That's that fancy word Twilight uses for out in space, isn't it?"

A ship? In the stars? That sounded like an old pony's tale if she'd ever heard one. How would there be enough magic to make it fly?

[bears_omnitrix]

"Yeah, it's in out in space. It's not uncommon for some of us but it's downright weird sometimes." said Ben.

He was at least glad that the Ultimatrix hadn't acted up yet. Maybe she was just a normal talking pony from her home. "Got any questions other than what's going on?"

[whining_unicorn]

After she was all cleaned and fresh, Rarity walked about the Observation Deck. Where were all the other ponies? Why were there so many strange figures towering over her?

The little white pony with the purple mane and tail really stood out amongst the crowd.

[pocketloli]

"Hi there!" chirps a small voice next to her as Rein wanders up, being all obviously short and stuff. "You must be new on the ship, I'm Rein. Nice to meet you!"

Yeah she's floating too.

[whining_unicorn]

Rarity's eyes widened at the floating human. "Hi! Are you a pegasus? How do you fly without wings?"

[pocketloli]

"I use magic," replied Rein as she looked at Rarity. "You look like you need a wash up and a mane combing," she surmised. "And maybe something fancy to wear. It's what I get from looking at you."

[atruedoctor]

Her brain was numb with disbelief. But not just for her world being destroyed, or entire worlds. Not even with her friends and family gone. It was the fact that the Doctor didn't stop it. That hurt the most.

But she moved forward, that's what she was good at, and after getting the rather ... personable suit (better than nudity, at least) she moved forward with the rest. Just as unsure, just as stupefied, but ready to do whatever she could and learn everything possible. The Doctor didn't stop anything, but clearly someone thought she could.

[kaya_waterwave]

Kaya was still shaking her head, getting her bearings after talking with a...a pony, was it? Well, this WAS Stacy, and Beastboy had pretty much shattered her whole "animals don't talk" world anyway. For now, she figured she could keep moving, find out if anyone else needed assistance.

And there was a rather pretty young lady still looking like she was in a daze. It wasn't an unfamiliar look of course, but one that she could at least lend a hand for.

"Hi," Kaya said, looking vaguely apologetic. "You look lost. I'd like to lend a hand if I could. My name is Kaya."

[atruedoctor]

She turned to face Kaya, taking a few moments to actually register the person before her. She seemed young and human enough, the sight of a form so familiar in someplace so alien giving her a wave of relief. She shook her head in apology and offered a hand in greeting.

"I'm Martha, and yeah everything's just ... I could really use some pointers."

[kaya_waterwave]

"Well, that's what we're here for! To start, you can ask me if there's anyone you're looking for in particular: I do know quite a few people on the ship, so that's a good place to get started. But I know there must be a million more questions, and answering them might be easier. So ask away!"

Poor woman. She could see the confusion on her face, and though she didn't look that much older than her, she could tell she had seen much in her world.

[prattlingvoice]

This place was mad. Mad! First some blooming tentacles stick her into that stupid bodysuit (it was pulsing - pulsing! Like it was alive! Who makes a bodysuit that's alive?), and then when she finally gets her 'possessions', the only thing that's there is a cardboard box filled with a hope punch, pot plant, a stapler and a bunch of other random bits of stationary, and her old wedding dress. She needed real clothes, not some wedding dress! Especially since she never did manage to get married. (She did wonder what had happened to Lance, sometimes. He'd just disappeared, no explanation, nothing. And yet for some reason, Donna never felt that upset about it. She didn't know why

[bonnypiperlad]

Stacy has everything, it seems. Tentacles, pulsating bodysuits and wandering Scotsmen. Well, a wandering Scotsman, who seems to have stopped wandering and apparently taken up staring instead.

Jamie looks at Donna as if he doesn't quite believe what he's seeing - and really, who can blame him, given that there's someone in the middle of the Obs deck in a wedding dress? He doesn't seem particularly fazed by that glare she's shooting at the people who are milling past, though, and after a few seconds, he crosses the room to go talk to her.

"I take it you've decided ye don't care much for the plantsuit, then."

[prattlingvoice]

"I'm not wearing that thing," Donna declared, looking decided pissed off. "It's creepy. And who decided to give that out anyway? Did they think about giving us real clothes at all, or did they just decide that no, we needed to have something that looks like it's walked about of a bad science fiction convention? I can't just wonder around in a wedding dress!"

[bonnypiperlad]

He's not entirely sure what the woman means by 'science fiction convention', but one look at her face and he decides that maybe, just maybe, it'd not be such a good idea to ask right now.

"Aye, well, you're lucky. At least you'll be able to get clothes. I was lucky to get my kilt when I first woke up." He tucks his thumbs behind the belt around his waist, fingers resting atop the sporran that's attached to it. "There's a place in the city where you'll be able to have something made for ye if ye need it."

[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."