Mix-and-Mingle

[cityship]

After the most recent pod-pop had been completed, Stacy began encouraging the crew towards the Obs Deck. They would be most effective if they were familiar with each other, and as the Jaime Reyes Incident had proved, leaving them to meet whenever they happened to cross paths was not effective.

Anyone who stepped into the Hub would be transported to the Obs Deck, no matter where they had intended to go. Those who had been exploring the City were verbally herded towards the Hub, although the energy tentacles did not make an appearance.

||Please report to the Obs Deck for Crew Introductions.||

The Obs Deck hadn't changed very much since they'd last been there. The creepy sculpture was still present, as were the fleshy couches. However, the couches were arranged in a more obvious circle this time.

Come and meet the new -- and in some cases, weirder -- members of your crew.

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[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"I'm afraid the biotech suits would not suit my body-chemistry," he explains. "My personal coolant suit was required." He looks out the window at space, and seems just as comfortable with the view as she had been.

"Our specific duties have been somewhat vague, haven't they?"

[novawatcher.livejournal.com]

"Maybe we're just getting time to adjust." Her glance back took in the whole of the deck and the people beginning to assemble there. "I guess this is still strange for a lot of people, and it's harder to be effective at what you're doing if you're not comfortable with the environment."

She turned her attention back to him, clasping her hands behind her back. "So where and... um, when are you from?" She really needed to start taking notes of all this.

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"Dates are insignificant -- any dates I could list would not match with your own." He considers a moment. "However, a human I encountered listed the cycle as... two thousand two, approximately. That may help you." He shrugs. "As for me, I am Scorpius. I am from Peacekeeper territories. And you?"

[novawatcher.livejournal.com]

"2002... That proves it's not just spatio-temporal, barring some kind of unusual circumstances," she mused in an undertone, before her attention snapped back to the present.

"Lacaille, from Sol system." She was getting surprisingly comfortable with identifying herself that way, whether or not it meant anything to the people--beings, rather--she ended up using it with. "Who are the Peacekeepers?"

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"A force of Sebaceans -- a race that closely resembles the humans that so populate this ship -- that maintain peace and order throughout their territories. The Sol system... that is the term that humans use to describe their home solar system, isn't it?"

[novawatcher.livejournal.com]

"Yes, it is." Lacaille brightened a little at this--the more information she got, particularly on humans and Sol in each 'world', the closer she could come to a decent theory.

She peered at the coolant suit, then at Scorpius's features--human-like in shape, but not quite human, particularly in the color and apparent texture of the skin... "And what race are you?"

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"I am Sebacean... at least by identity. Genetically, I am half Scarren -- the Scarren propensity for heat-generation and the Sebacean intolerance for heat is what forces me to wear this coolant suit."

[novawatcher.livejournal.com]

"Ohh, I see." Well, that explained what she'd been wondering about, and exhausted most of her immediate lines of inquiry.

She paused, looking out at the stars for a long moment. "So, what do you think about all this?"

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

"We have been pressed into service and we have not been told what we are doing." He smiles coldly. "There is but one option for what our captors have in mind... one way or another."

[novawatcher.livejournal.com]

A small, puzzled frown crossed her face briefly, and she crossed her arms and tilted her head slightly. "I'm not sure what you mean. She--" from her inflection, it was pretty clear who Lacaille was talking about "--didn't tell me anything about why we're here..."

[leather-bastard.livejournal.com]

He gives her a smile -- the sort of smile a patient parent gives a young child while explaining something to them.

"He have been taken here against our will -- kidnapped. He have been pressed into service. The only one who speaks to us will not tell us our purpose. We are here to be their sacrificial pawns, nothing more."