[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new subthread. If you would like to play out them talking to the AI, please send an email to the mods making the request--we do this only by request. Then move onto the big Newbie Meeting. Once your character has gotten the rundown from the old crew, you may start posting entrance posts and freely tagging.]


||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.

In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.

--

( There was nothing... )

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 a green-skinned alien and snake girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]

Oh boy.

Samus has had an excellent start to her new job. She was a little wary to take on the responsibility of security. After all, she always considered herself better as a free agent rather than part of the organized system. She always seemed to need to bend the rules in order to get things done. Leon understood this, though, and still offered her the position. Maybe it would even give her a bit more freedom in her methods, having to answer to less superiors. Maybe this would be a good thing.

Except for the fact that it now gave her adopted bird son even more unsupervised freetime around this very dangerous ship, which is exactly why the new Chief of Security was sitting with her head in one hand next to the passed out Komali in the Med Bay instead of in her new office in the precinct. Oh the joys of being a single parent.

The blonde in the back of the Media Library is musing over the headache brought on by having two years' worth of memories crammed into her head overnight. She has rarely been acquainted with this kind of throbbing in her skull, but she supposes it's to be expected, and tries to ignore the likewise disconcerting fact that her robes have gotten smaller, and that she has been forced to change them out for her favorite sundress today.

The sundress has, of course, gotten smaller, too, but it's not nearly as uncomfortable, as it was intended to be shorter than her ankles to start with. The thought that she herself has grown has not crossed her mind--teenage girls don't just go around growing two and a half inches in one night. That would be preposterous!

Anyway--while she thinks, people will drift to the back of the little library, choosing chairs and wondering why their host is staring at the ceiling and rubbing abstractedly at her temple.

[ooc: I'm thinking we should just do this in one long thread. All she really wants to talk about is the whole "whoa, Harry killed Voldemort" thing. She's trying to ignore the memories of being locked in the basement of Malfoy Manor, but she'll talk about those, too. And yes, she'll talk about Harry and everyone else, and Dumbledore (whom she is very sad to find dead in her memories), and bluhbluh.]

There was a box. It was rotated around when people's belongings were moved around, and then accidentally toppled from the top of a pile of stuff to another pile of stuff. The latch came undone in the fall.

At first, nothing happened, but then there was a tiny thump, then another tiny thump, as the lid of the box was shoved open. It came snapping down again, but a small wooden hand caught it, cautiously lifted it, and then a small wooden face looked outside the box.

"...What in the name of Howdy Doody is all this?"

( SPOILERS FOR TOY STORY 3 UNDER THE CUT )