Newbie Meet n' Greet

[cityship]

For the newbies, there are people waiting for them in the Obs Deck. A whole gaggle of people. Behind them is the nasty statue, and the beautiful sight through the windows of the stars streaming past and the swirling vortex of collars that was interdimensional travel

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[anoldtrickster]

Wednesday is actually prepared this time, for once-near the entrance to the Obs Deck, he's set up a big, crude wooden sign with an arrow pointing inside and 'THIS WAY PLEASE' carved into it.

As people shuffle by, he momentarily interrupts to ask name, age, and any professional specialties... if they care to actually tell him.

[dreamstolights]

Selene looked over at the man when he asked her for the basic information. "Selene Jones, 24, and....well, I'm a barmaid? I'm pretty good at mixing drinks," she said, tapping her chin in thought. Yeah, she wasn't gonna mention her powers until she was sure it'd be fine. They were rather dubious in morality when she thought about it, let alone when others did.

[anoldtrickster]

"Check," the old man says with a nod, noting down her answers on a little PDA-like thing, and apparently taking a picture of her too. "We'll be having a meeting here in just a few minutes to explain what's going on."

[dreamstolights]

"Really? Glad to hear it," Selene said. "That it?"

[dreamstolights]

Selene stepped onto the Obs Deck, looking around. Her eyes were drawn to the window, staring in surprise. Now that....that was NOT normal travel. In fact, the only thing close she's seen was when they were hopping through time and even then it wasn't quite the same

[hero_sting]

As Chris had heard the commotion before, and decided to check if anyone new had come through recently. As he entered, he looked around for someone to see if he could help them. He spied a woman looking lost, like he had been once.

"Hello. Are you okay?" Not the best thing to say to a stranger but he hoped he sounded sincere.

[dreamstolights]

Selene looked over at Chris and reminded herself not to smile. After all, smiling was what one did in a comfortable situation and she wasn't supposed to be comfortable here. "Am I okay is probably not the best question, all things considered," Selene commented with a sheepish expression. "But if you could tell me a bit what's going on, I'd really appreciate it."

[hero_sting]

Chris' face reddened slightly from being sheepish after she spoke. "Yeah. Sorry about that. What I know is this: we're on a living ship called Stacy and we were 'chosen' for some big task. What that is and whatever happened to the previous crew only Stacy knows."

[raptorwithagun]

Red Snout is hanging around the Obs Deck to watch the newcomers, preening and looking smug with himself. All humans, to whom he is obviously superior. One day soon he will challenge their leader and he, Red Snout, will be in charge. Yes. He snorts, side stepping and tilting his head as new arrivals file past. Foolish, weak humans.

[snarky_raptor]

"Red Snout!" another raptor appears. Sharp Tongue makes a beeline for her tribemate. She seems more than slightly annoyed, but that's the way Sharp Tongue usually is.

[raptorwithagun]

Red Snout blinks as someone calls his name and turns his head at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Sharp Tongue? Sharp Tongue! What are you doing here?" He might be a little relieved, but he's not going to show it.

[snarky_raptor]

There are quite a few other raptors that Sharp Tongue would rather have with her, given the choice, but at least Red Snout isn't particularly bothersome to her. He's not a threat to her status as potential shaman, and she's fairly sure she's smarter than him. Then again, Sharp's never been kind with her opinions of anyone.

"Great Scravis knows, Red Snout," she replies with an irritated snort. "My things are not with me and it has washed away my markings. Why are you here?"

Sharp Tongue is very annoyed by the loss of her ritual paint, Narrow Face herself had done it and Sharp Tongue had been well on her way to making those lines last two months.

[obscura_prodigy]

There's a kid here. A boy. Not a little boy, but definitely a child.

Vega wanders over to the huge obs deck windows and watches the stars smearing past, then he works his way around the edge of the room to look up at the big, disturbing statue.

So, there's probably a kid weaving his way past saying "Excuse me, excuse me!" Feel free to stop him.

[riseupnchargem]

Having heard that there's going to be new arrivals on the obs deck, Jamie's made his way there with everyone else. Though he'll never admit it out loud - and in fact doesn't really want to admit it to himself - he hopes he'll see someone he knows among the crowd of newcomers.

And...he does, surprisingly enough. Or at least he thinks he does; Jamie's never met the guy in person, and it's been over three years since he last saw so much as a picture of him, but that kid looks distressingly like the Backdraft's sociopath-in-training child prodigy

[obscura_prodigy]

Vega looks up. This guy seems a little familiar, but from where?

Oh wait, he remembers! He's never really met Jamie before, but he's seen pictures of the Blitz team. This is one of those guys!

"Oh, um, around," says Vega. "All over the place." It's reflexive almost. He's not supposed to talk a lot about where he's from. Those questions could be... dangerous. And he's rarely in one place for long as it is.

"You're from the Blitz Team, right?"

What a strange person to run into in this already really strange place.

[riseupnchargem]

Aha. His hunch proven correct, Jamie lets some of the suspicion leave his voice and features. His expression now is something between confusion and disturbance, as though he's not quite sure what to make of this development.

"Yeah, I'm their strategist," he confirms. Even though he's technically not anymore, he phrases it in the present tense; whether it's force of habit or a simple display of allegiance to the surrogate family from which he's been separated, he can' really pin down. "Jamie Hemeros. You're Vega Obscura, right? The Berserk Fury's pilot?"

It seems odd that the kid doesn't look any older than he apparently was during the Royal Cup, but then again - it's possible he was taken from a different point in time than Jamie. This thought doesn't strike Jamie as all that odd, which in itself is odd, but then spending several years in various places that exist between known space and time will do that to a person.

[sgmitchell]

Aside from the rather horrific looking statue--which Jackson would probably find fascinating for some reason or another--the sight of the stars blazing by the large windows was one of the more reassuring sights he'd seen since waking up on the ship. Space, he's done. If they were moving, they could move back toward Earth--or if this place was dangerous, he might be able to contribute to keeping it far away from Earth.

Either way, the space travel was oddly grounding, amidst the rest of the foreign atmosphere of the ship. Not that he couldn't do with a few more answers about where this place was, and exactly what 'purpose' he was supposedly to be meant for here, as well.

Just now, he contented himself with staying near the edges of the deck, and observing the others milling about.

[justdorothygale]

John Crichton strolled out onto the Orbs Deck. As with most things, he did not do so quietly.

"Hey, Stace, would it kill ya to start serving food at these things?"

Harvey, taking up his position over John's shoulder -- cartoon devil with a leather fetish -- grinned. "Talking to yourself, John? They say that's the first sign of insanity."

"Yeah, and talking to you is the second so shut your trap and leave me alone, Mr. Grinch."

For once, Harv got the message. Triumphant, John continued on his meandering path through the crowd, one hand toying absently with Winona's grip. He was trying, and failing, to look casual. Like he wasn't searching for a familiar face, any face, hell, he'd take Crais at this point, just, please, somebodyThere. By the wall. There was somebody

[sgmitchell]

Through the din of the observation deck (as he picked up someone calling it), he didn't really pick up the sound of the shouting as more than a dull, almost familiar echo. In fact, until there was a weapon pointing at him, it didn't even fully register that there was a mirror image of himself approaching him.

Of course, once his attention was caught, it was well and truly snared. His sidearm was drawn before the other's words were processed--years of training preceded things like thought--but he maintained a purely defensive stance.

Even accounting for the differing outfit, the man was not quite the same as he remembered him from years before, but there was no telling what that world might have gone through. He could think of no reason that any other duplicate of his would react so aggressively to his appearance.

"Understand my doubt that I would be here purely for your benefit."

[justdorothygale]

John threw up his free hand, universal code for oy vey, I give up, whatever.

"And now I'm pointing a gun at myself! Again!"