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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[ihasvision.livejournal.com]

"...you're naked..."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

This comment earns him a stare for one, two, three beats before Geoff looks down at himself, then at the other man's... 'clothing.'

"And you're wearing a leaf with a pulse."

[ihasvision.livejournal.com]

"Touché. Shawn Spencer, psychic detective." Shawn says, holding out his hand for a handshake.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoff shakes the hand warmly. "Geoffrey Chaucer, writer and herald to the newly rich and famous."

[ihasvision.livejournal.com]

"...and friend to a" Shawn's other hand goes to his temple "...I'm getting a W name here, uh, Will, William something...Thatch...er....William Thatcher?"

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Chaucer is not impressed. After all, everyone knows that. Also, he's been filled in on that whole people-from-the-future thing. "Well, that's one point for the history books, then."

[ihasvision.livejournal.com]

"No, that was a genuine psychic vision. Plus, history was the class I slept in."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, everyone knows only gypsies are real psychics, and they always lie anyway."