Greet the (New) Meat! (no, don't eat them!)

[cityship]

By hook or by crook or by avoiding hook and crook, the crew assembled from the previous podpops eventually made it up to the Living Area to greet their new crew mates. The creepy sculpture was also there, though less to greet them than it was always there.

The strange, fleshy seating had multiplied. You really, really don't want to know how.

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[prettycoolguy]

There's a stranger in the Living Area, coming in from the transport tubes. He's big, standing about 6'10'', and probably the first things to notice about his face are 1) he is extremely pale and 2) he has some interesting scars. But mostly, he just seems a touch jumpy.

It might be good to let him know that there's still nothing actively trying to kill him.

For the moment.

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"Relax, m'boy," says a stout, older-looking man. He's shorter than John, certainly, but something about him just... seems like he should be taller. It must be something about his demeanor.

He offers a callused hand.

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai eyes the new arrival. He's pretty big, actually. One of the biggest men she's ever seen, in fact. Still, her expression of absolute boredom and apathy doesn't change. She finally sighs and directs a comment in his direction. It's in a flat monotone.

"Nothing is going to jump out and kill you. Although, the food might."

[cityship]

One of the holographic projectors flickers, and then there's a familiar face looking at him.

"You all right, Chief?"

[asluciferfell.livejournal.com]

Javert was interested in talking to the man because, for one, here was a human who was finally taller than him, by at least four inches. Besides that, however, he was a man who reeked of soldier, which made the swarthy policeman feel much more at ease than the scores of children had.

Seeing as the man looked ready to leap out of his skin, Javert cleared his throat and spoke up. "It's merely disgusting, not dangerous, as far as I can tell."

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

A blonde woman walks up to Master Chief, badge pinned her belt, guns holstered at her sides, a datapad in her hand.

She carries herself like some of his superior officers likely had, but there's the slight cop-ly swagger to it that marks a law enforcement background over a military one.

"Two questions, big guy: what's your name, and have you been briefed on our situation?"

[crazychanger.livejournal.com]

There's a robot walking along through the Living Area, looking slightly dizzy and rather confused. His(yes, his, a he, not an it) odd gait seems reminiscent of a drunkard, although there's nothing to get drunk on.

He looks weary, and somewhat snappish judging by the expression on his face, but he doesn't seem to be a threat at the moment.

Come say hi and verify that there are actually people he can talk to?

[pridebeforefail.livejournal.com]

Starscream is busy peering out the windows of the Living Area, silently lamenting the fact that there's all this space around them...and yet he still has yet to find an airlock to chuck Bumblebee out of. Or a way around the slagging attack tentacles, either.

He doesn't take much notice of the newcomers-yet. Just more squishies to get in his way.

[stingslikeali.livejournal.com]

"...oh great. It;s the schizophrenic one. Someone explain to me why it was a goo idea to release this nutjob?"

[acid-dissonance.livejournal.com]

Another robot had walked in the room, suddenly falling silent in sight of all the organics. He had walked warily, but had sported that feely disgust as he walked towards the triplechanger, and the other fellow mechs.

"Verification: Blitzwing?" He asked the triplechanger, in spite of not announcing his arrival.

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Whoa."

Another robot. C'mon, Cybil, get used to it.

"I'm Cybil Bennett. For some reason Stacy's decided I'm the captain of this little oddball brigade, for what little that's worth. Have you been briefed on our situation yet?"

[morphitudinous]

Passing crewmates might notice the bespectacled young man peering across the room at the assembled group. He's not doing much to draw attention to himself, instead focusing on what information he can gather before approaching the strangers. If anyone does look his way, he'll acknowledge them with a small nod.

The crew seems to consist of a mix of all sorts of people, machines, and creatures, and most appear to be dangerous. Billy's not quite the athletically-challenged guy he was at the beginning of his Ranger days, but that doesn't stop the lingering fear and suspicion in the back of his mind.

Help (or hinder) him?

[psi-flames.livejournal.com]

Jono's not exactly the most social of the crew. But when Stacy said to be somewhere? Well, it was generally in his best interests to go. If only to avoid the blinding headache she often gave him.

He adjusted the top edge of his uniform, pressing it down smoothly against his skin before glancing around. He nodded when Billy did, then looked back a moment later. While empathy wasn't exactly the direction his powers ran to, he didn't need to be when he realized that the guy was new. And Jono remembered all too well what that had been like.

He headed over, glancing around a bit as he got closer. Despite the looks of 'em, most of 'em don' bite. Least, not 'at I've seen. His accent was British. Slightly Cockney. And it didn't look like anything had moved where his mouth should have been under the facial covering.

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"You need not exercise too much caution here," says a green-skinned stranger with strange white implants on his face, noticing Billy's cautious behavior. He has little handheld computer in his hand, even though now he's not scanning anyone with it without asking. Amazingly, that had finally sunk in.

"While some of the individuals that have been assembled here are are barbarously aggressive for supposedly civilized beings, no one will attack you."

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

Might notice? Make that totally noticed. Normally Allen would not engage in any behavior relating to canon-puncturing out of courtesy to his fellow podmates (it's rude to tell someone they're fictional), but for the first minute or so that he sees the Blue Ranger, all he can do is stare in sheer, unadulterated fanboy awe.

Fortunately, his reaction time is faster than the average man, so the minute is a very short one.

"Hey." He greets his childhood hero with a wave and a friendly smile. The tall man with the Jewfro and the no longer spatially appropriate t-shirt (http://www.thinkgeek.com/tshirts-apparel/unisex/sciencemath/6e90/) is probably a reassuringly normal - not to mention nerdy - sight in this surrounding. "'Sup, newbie? How you settling in?"

By the tone of his voice, he's probably from New York. Score one for the Earth card.

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

Help. Definitely.

A blonde woman approaches him, and she carries herself like...something. A cop. A captain. Maybe something else.

Guns are holstered at her sides, and a badge is pinned to her belt. A datapad is in her hand.

"I know it's overwhelming, but you're safe. For now. I'm Cybil Bennett. For some reason, Stacy decided I was captain of this crew." She holds out her hand to Billy. "What's your name?"

[ihasvision.livejournal.com]

"...and this place continues to get even weirder..." Shawn says as he enters and looks at the collected sorting of beings.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

And weirder and weirder. For here approaches Geoffrey Chaucer, writer, herald, and currently sole member of Team Nekkid.

At least he's clean.

Glancing around squintedly - like Shakespeare, who he knows nothing of, he feels a certain justification in inventing new adverbs - as if to survey his surroundings, Geoff nods. "It does seem a bit peculiar."

[likeapoison.livejournal.com]

"Just be glad you missed the giant cockroaches," Pat says, shaking his head as he looks over to Shawn. "That was right before the last bunch of new people. Fun time explaining things." He frowns. "...But I guess there's a lot of explaining to do no matter what."

[cabbage-butt.livejournal.com]

"That depends entirely on your definition of 'weird,'" says a green-skinned alien in a dry voice.

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"You haven't seen anything yet," says a blonde woman that approaches him, datapad in her hand. Shawn will note several things: she has a datapad in her hand, she has two guns holstered to her sides, she has a Brahm's, West Virginia PD badge pinned to her belt (it's melted and tarnished slightly in spots, as if it was hit with acid). She certainly carries herself like a cop, but with more of a swagger than the detectives he knows (someone on a patrol beat?).

She holds out a hand. "Cybil Bennett. For some reason Stacy decided I'm the captain. What's your name?"

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

After spending entirely too much time trying to pry information from an entirely unhelpful voice known as "Stacy," Samus had made her way into the living area of the ship. While clearly not happy to be here, she isn't visibly over-upset or angry as she observes the other shipmates.

If anything, she's gathering all the information she can by surveying the area. Even though she's utterly clueless about her entire situation as of right now, she appears to be in control and carry herself with a confident air.

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

Something about Samus draws Chris' attention, and the unpleasantly pale teenager matches her gaze with a smile that suggests he's a socially awkward person trying very hard not to be.

Nathan, Kate, Xander, just say pref in tag, thxs!

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

There were three people in various corners of the room eyeing the new people. All three had the look of fighters about them. One was a man in his early twenties, another was a man about forty, and the third was a young woman in her late teens.

The man in his twenties had dark hair and an eyepatch on his left eye, good physique.

"So welcome to the not so good ship Goopplop everybody," Xander commented, and gave a wave around the room.

Nearby, with his arms folded in front of him, giving an assessing glance to the latest new crew, was the man in his forties. Nathan remained quiet for the time being.

Over on one of the fleshy couches, the young woman with black hair and blue eyes was checking over her quiver, currently unslung from her back. Kate gave a friendly smile of welcome.

[metalbent.livejournal.com]

Toph emerged into a room that held... a lot of people. And not too many of them looked like they came from the Four Nations.

So Stacy had been right. She was nowhere near home.

And so she mills about the deck, now emboldened by her Eye Slippers, and so she walks with a bit of a swagger, shoving past anyone who might be in her way.

[so-pregnable.livejournal.com]

One guy that she tries to shove doesn't budge an inch. Not even a centimeter. In fact, shoving him is like trying to shove a brick wall, except not brick, because Toph could shove brick, so maybe that's a bad comparison.

Anyway, he's the kind of sturdy that you could walk into him and give yourself a nosebleed.

So he notices the tiny little thing trying to shove past him and looks down at her.

"Aw, Stacy's poppin' munchkins!"

Yo Ax-man!

[tobiasf.livejournal.com]

Tobias managed to find a relatively out of the way place and morphed to human. He was nervous, unwilling to morph in public because his years as an Animorph had taught him cautiousness, carefulness. He didn't know who might be around to see him and didn't want to push his luck any.

He made his way with the others to the living area and was glad to sight a familiar face. Knowing that as he was in morph, he could probably thought-speak, he called out to Ax, trying it out though he'd never done it before.

[[hey, Ax-man, can you hear me? I'm human, but since I'm in morph, I figured this would work]]

Re: Yo Ax-man!

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

Ax broke into an enormous smile when he saw Tobias in the doorway, but quickly sobered and hopped to his feet, moving quickly to his shorm's side.

< It is good to see you again, Tobias, > he answered as he quickly herded Tobias back out of the Observation Deck where they could talk more freely, thought-speak or no. < I only wish that it wasn't here. What is the last thing you remember occurring before you woke up in the Pod Caverns? >

((OOC: Is Tobias wearing a pod uniform or his morphing outfit?))