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.

Comments

[cursed-chimera.livejournal.com]

"The city has no real sun. I imagine tracking time in such a place would be difficult." Strange? "I'd suppose that we are outside of time." The world you were on more or less dictated time.. actually, it was a pretty odd thing to think about.

"Certainly." The determination was unspoken, but it was there. Zel had the feeling that this one might keep him on his toes, though that was not a bad thing. If there was any bite behind the bark, the chimera might actually respect him.

"I'm Zelgadis. What do I call you?" It was a funny choice of words, actually, but somehow, it seemed appropriate.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

At that the man smiles, just a little. "Wednesday. Mr. Wednesday - it's been the day for me for a very long time. It's nice to meet you, my boy," and his tone is perhaps a little patronizing, but it just seems to fit him somehow.

[cursed-chimera.livejournal.com]

"Ah. Wednesday, then." It was a moniker, no doubt. He had to admit, he couldn't make heads or tails of the old fellow. What would Stacy want with an old man? Nothing, of course, unless there was some 'great purpose' here at work.

"So what sort of person were you before.. all this?" No pleasantries, or even formalities, but the chimera was curious despite himself. In a way, he just wanted to see what the answer would be like.

He couldn't be any less forthcoming than the creature that had kidnapped them.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"Well... quite a long time ago I was something of a warrior and a leader." His eyebrows go up a little. "But time grinds away at us all, and the world became no place for old men like me."

"This place makes me feel my age far too well," he mutters, interrupting himself, and rubs at his face again.

[cursed-chimera.livejournal.com]

So Zelgadis was a little curious. As far as the 'great things' story went, well, hell, the guy didn't fit. Why pick up an old warrior, one gone to pasture? He doubted it was for morale. Something still didn't add up. For a moment, there was a hint of a smile around the chimera's lips, but it wasn't completely a pleasant expression. Coldness lingered in his eyes. "Don't be afraid that you'll bore me. I enjoy a war story now and again." The lack of specifics wasn't surprising. Ah, well, most people didn't interrogate new acquaintances to the third degree, either.

Perhaps it was time to quit picking at the old man, however. He had the feeling that they would be stuck here for awhile.. there would be other times to nag Wednesday over details. "It's stressful to the rest of us. I can only imagine." A faint clearing of his throat, then.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I might tell the story sometime..." Wednesday shrugs just a little. "You must have quite the story yourself," he adds, a bit inquisitively. "I'd think you a svartalfar, but you're a bit too tall and thin, and the hair doesn't really match..." His tone is casual, almost innocent, in the sort of way that suggests someone supremely practiced in not quite meaning what he says.

[cursed-chimera.livejournal.com]

"I suppose now isn't the time." Zel realized he was being quite the nosy little bastard. Inwardly, he resigned himself to seeing what he could gather, information-wise, later. "Doesn't everyone have at least a few?" Hmph. Two could play this game. Not that the chimera was usually a talkative sort, anyway.

"I haven't heard of that before." That was curtly spoken, as he was feeling a bit irritated on.. not knowing what the old man was talking about. Or was the old fellow thinking up nonsense just to try and toy with him? No, probably not, when Zel was confused enough already.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"Dark elves... 'dwarves' in some of the modern parlance, though they were a little taller than the popular conception." His tone suggests he's somehow speaking from firsthand experience, and he smiles hintingly, as if he knows the little ways in which he's testing Zelgadis are less than subtle. "But that was a long time ago and a world away from... this." He gestures vaguely.