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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[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."

[prettycoolguy]

The Chief notices a young woman here, probably not even twenty.

"Good to know," replies, mostly eyeing that big creepy sculpture now. The figures in it are relatively humanoid, and he's not sure what that means. He already knew this place wasn't Forerunner or Covenant, and the Flood had never been much for art. Or for not trying to kill him.

"What is this place?"

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

"Well, apparently it's a giant ship that flys through the stars and we've all been chosen for... something." Mai rolls her eyes, following the man's gaze to the statue, "I'm probably just as in the dark as you."

[prettycoolguy]

"So it's a ship. That's something, at least. Where were you taken from?"

Personal question? Possibly, but John's trying to figure this out. He himself was plucked out a cryopod in the derelict back half of a ship, drifting in what was near enough to dead space. If there was something abducting humans, and civilians just to judge by this one's age and demeanor, it had to have at least hit a colony world.

Speculation like this makes him wonder exactly how long he was in that pod. Long enough to heal...

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

"The Fire Nation."

That's all she says and she either expects it to answer all of John's questions or she just doesn't care. Probably the latter. She keeps an eye on him for a moment, and then goes back to examining her fingernails. Hey, there's dirt under that one. She sighs and starts picking at it with one of her knives.

[prettycoolguy]

"What planet is that?" Have a "wuh?" look. That's right Chief, you still don't know exactly how hopelessly lost you are.

And also, knives. Those catch his interest, as he is unarmed and does not like being unarmed.

"And where did you get those?"

He's being awfully talkative today, unfortunately for Mai.

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai gives Chief another bored look, "My planet."

Well, until a week or two ago, she didn't know other planets existed. Give her a break. She finishes with her nails and twirls the knife for a moment.

"It's mine. I guess the ship brought them with me."

That's fine. Mai is still as snarky and untalkative as always.

[prettycoolguy]

Well, that's very useful.

"Where does the ship put things it brings?"

Chief's starting to figure out that this conversation isn't going anywhere fast, and he's also hoping for a chance to find his guns and armor. Especially his armor.

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai is incredibly helpful. Can you tell?

"Oh, there's an equipment locker room around here. Somewhere."

She waves a hand in the vague direction of the travel tubes. Find it yourself, because she can't be bothered to show you where it is.

[prettycoolguy]

So helpful. Helpful liek whoah. She should meet Guilty Spark. Then they could be friends with Stacy.

He looks back at the travel tubes, sort of reluctant to go near them again since being hauled through one entirely too quickly to be comfortable.

"Thankyou," he says, giving a small nod. Then he turns and pads off to look for this mysterious "equipment locker".