Newbie Meet N' Greet

[cityship]

Meet n' Greet, smell my feet, gimme something good to eat! Unfortunately, the newbie meet and greet takes place the same time the command staff is congregating, so they might be a little late to the party.

But the crew is there to welcome the newcomers and explain their situation. At the end of the milling and spilling about, the command staff is going to start a general meeting to apprise everyone of their situation and discuss their next course of action:

Getting off the damn ship.

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[i-died-twice.livejournal.com]

Okay, the plantsuit was so not something Buffy would choose to wear...anywhere.

Even into the mouth of hell.

Just..no. No.

She had, though, found some things that belonged to her that...well, it didn't make up for the plantsuit, but it comforted her somewhat. The cross given to Buffy by Angel her first night out in Sunnydale. The leather jacket he'd given her a few months later. The claddagh ring that she'd looped through the same necklace that the cross was on. The red scythe that was every Slayer's birthright. Mr. Pointy - the stake that Kendra had given to her the day she had been killed.

Every item had some significance for the Slayer, some memory, some tie to her past. Something to give her the strength to look to her future.

Wherever that was.

Whatever that was.

Suddenly, Buffy's life was much less normal than it had been even in Sunnydale.

Peachy. Fuzzy. Keen.

She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and looked around for a familiar face. Any familiar face.

Even, ugh, Kennedy.

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

"You look as thrilled with our wardrobe as I am." Brenda commented, tilting her head at the blonde. Jeez she looked familiar...

"I'm Brenda. Welcome to Stacy. Don't worry, everyone else is horrified and confused too. You get used to it."

[i-died-twice.livejournal.com]

"You mean...this is it in the wardrobe department?" Buffy looked down at the plantsuit and back at Brenda. "Isn't there, like, a mall or something here? Wherever here is?" She blinked. "A-are we on a cruise ship?" No, she hasn't noticed they're in outer space yet. "Oh. Right. Buffy. Is me. Summers. Buffy Summers."

[gotsomebite.livejournal.com]

Gavroche was originally at this gathering for one purpose. Well. Two purposes. One was because everyone else was going, the second was because he wanted, no, needed to practice his pick-pocketing. That was of course until he saw the 'pretty lady' pull out a stake and scythe. Now that wasn't something he was used to. Stepping up to her he gave his best 'innocent' face he could muster and a smile.

"What's that for M'selle?" He was pointing at the various objects, and the unknown weapons even more so.

[i-died-twice.livejournal.com]

Buffy looked down at the stake and the scythe, and licked her lips.

Did it really matter if she told people?

They wouldn't think she was cra...

Crap. Was this like the time when Andrew and Warren and Jonathan had gotten to her and she'd thought everything was fake?

Was this just another take on being in a mental asylum?

I really miss being fourteen.

"...slaying vampires?"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn tends to think of the plantsuit as really, really creepy leggings. And she's not quite a familiar face, but at least she's friendly.

"So, um, I'm assuming you're new. And that you've got questions." she says brightly, hands stuffed into the pockets of her oversized plaid-flannel shirt. Miraculously, she manages to keep the whole 'holy @#%$ it's Buffy the Vampire Slayer' to a minimum.

[i-died-twice.livejournal.com]

"I've got more questions than the psychic hotline's best customer," Buffy quips, offering Wyn a small smile. "I kinda wanna start with where am I, but I'm gonna introduce myself and tell you that my name's Buffy - no, seriously, it is Buffy - and just...go from there. Hi."

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

"Hello."

It looks like a not-so-distressed damsel there, judging by the scythe. That's Kon's favorite kind of damsel--the self-rescuing kind.

"You look a little lost."

He taps his chin.

"And somehow very, very familiar."

[i-died-twice.livejournal.com]

Oh...god. He's...like...Dawn's age.

Blink blink.

But cute in that annoyingly cocky sort of way.

"Waking up naked and covered in not-jell-o doesn't really lend itself to making one feel found," Buffy states, licking her lips. "And...that's kind of awkward?"

[toariversodeep.livejournal.com]

"... nice axe," comments the young girl with her hands in two of the many pockets of the oversized denim jacket she wears over her plantsuit. Around her neck hangs a little silver bell on a chain.

[i-died-twice.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Buffy says, smiling awkwardly at the girl. "It's, uh, called a scythe. I'm not sure why but...it's shiny." Also, brimming with energy and warmth. It's like Buffy's sharp, slicey security blanket, with added staking action.

[birthmural]

Daimon did not wish to be here. He would much rather have remained in one of the churches in the city. But if he were going to act like a minister, God help him, he supposed that he should at least attempt to act like one.

Shortly after seeing the flood of people in the room, Daimon changed his mind.

He kept to the edges of the crowd and was about to leave when the psychic vibrations about him felt odd. At least more so than usual.

Curious, he followed the new vibrations to their source, a strong, attractive young woman wearing a cross necklace and bearing a scythe and stake.

He liked her all ready.

[i-died-twice.livejournal.com]

Buffy saw the guy with the - Why would anyone do THAT to their chest? - tattoo and raised an eyebrow. Something inside of her clicked and she tilted her head.

Warily, she made her way to the man looking at her with - wait, was he undressing her with his eyes, because that look was filled with all sorts of appreciation and just...

Ew.

[forced-unlife.livejournal.com]

Khel had decided to meet with new arrivals in the hopes of assisting them. Still, the woman he now saw struck him as odd, and the fact that she struck him as odd also struck him as odd. With one eyeridge arching, twisting the skull into an incredulous expression, the skeletal Death Knight stepped forward, raising one hand in passive greeting. "Lo and greetings. Might I be of assistance to thee, milady?"

[i-died-twice.livejournal.com]

Okay, so her first instinct was to drop kick him, mostly coz, hello, skeletal speaking dude giving her that expression.

But then he was so polite and...okay, so hanging with Clem had taught Buffy some things.

Like sometimes, you wanna ask questions first, and then attack if you have to.

"That didn't happen because you had a tragic facial on board did it?" Buffy asked, indicating his face. "Because I'd ask for my money back."

[clear-horizons.livejournal.com]

The giant axe was new, but Picard had seen worse weapons before (he'd been hit by worse, too). "Hello, there, miss. You look like you have questions. I'd be glad to answer them."

[i-died-twice.livejournal.com]

Buffy blinked.

Was that....Captain Picard?

Or was that Professor Xavier?

Dammit Xander, Andrew. Where are you guys when I need someone who's not-Spock explained to me?

"Is there a clothing store upon this giant spaceship where I can get real people clothes? And, uh, why was I chosen?"

[friend-of-samus.livejournal.com]

Pikachu certainly didn't feel threatened or worried about the axe. He'd fought Ridley, after all. Besides, the girl seemed friendly enough. Kind of like a younger version of Samus.

With an axe. "Pi pikachu pikapi!" he said warmly, greeting her.

[i-died-twice.livejournal.com]

"Awww!" Yes, Pikachu, Buffy recognizes you. She knelt down next to him and went to pet him. "Hey there, little guy. I guess you where chosen too, huh?"

[bonnypiperlad]

Once Jamie had figured out what the heck "Pod Release Protocols Initating" was (having been too busy being covered in slime himself the last time it happened), he quickly made his way to the Meet and Greet. He knew he shouldn't get his hopes up that anyone he knew would actually be there but there was a tiny corner of his mind that kept telling him otherwise. Maybe Zoe would be there. Or, if he was really lucky, Vicki.

So when he managed to make his way through the crowd and didn't see anyone he knew, he was...disappointed. Actually, disappointed would be the wrong word. Sulking would be rather more accurate. Still, that stubborn little corner of his mind is telling him maybe someone will turn up, so he decides to go take his sulk over to the wall. As he passes by a group of people, he accidentally bumps into a small blonde.

"Sorry," he says, sounding not-really-sorry-at all. But then his eyes spot something red, and sharp, and he momentarily forgets his bad mood to stare at it.

"Is that a /scythe/ ye have?"

[i-died-twice.livejournal.com]

"It's certainly not a set of pom-poms," Buffy says, raising an eyebrow. "I wouldn't recommend getting all touchy-feely with it, though." She tilts her head and studies the guy who'd bumped into her. "Uh. Hi."

[potentialmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Wow. That is the second biggest axe I've ever seen." Ron says, and the naked mole rat on his shoulder nods, while uttering a "Uh-huh."

[i-died-twice.livejournal.com]

Buffy looked between the teenager and the...was that a...what was that and where was it's fur?! She looked at it incredulously before looking back at Ron. "Uh...thanks? I think?"

[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

"Wow! I've never seen a weapon like this before! But what's with the pointy stick?"

And that would be Dani, floating above Buffy, head hanging upside down in front of her as she looked at her curiously.

[i-died-twice.livejournal.com]

Which completely startles the usually-ready-for-anything-Slayer.

"Whoa!" Buffy exclaimed. "Uh. Hi. Hello." Blink blink. People were literally popping out of the plantwork here, weren't they? "Um. It's for fighting. Vampires, mostly. And some other stuff. Demons. Weeds. You know, the usual."