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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[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"I thought it a little disconcerting, donning clothing whose heart is still beating," he replied with a slight smile, amused.

Then he blinked, leaning closer and squinting at her eyes. "Pardon, child, are you blind?"

[metalbent.livejournal.com]

Toph scoffed, and looked in the man's general direction.

"What do you think? I wear these slippers just for show? They make my feet sweat..."

She pouted, and folded her arms across her chest, blowing a strand of hair away from her face.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Slippers? Eyes?" He crouches, for the comfort of being able to see her face even if she possibly couldn't see his. "I'm afraid I'm lost."

[metalbent.livejournal.com]

Her eyes, though clouded by cataracts, still had motor capability, and they rolled quite soundly.

"The rock." She lifted her foot such that it was inches away from Geoff's nose. It was encased in a crystalline shell that was warm to the touch and vibrated slightly. "I see with my feet, by feeling vibrations. Normally just through the ground. But there's no ground here. So ... what was her name ... Stacy. She gave me this."

She put her foot down and then pouted again. "And just so you know - I'm not helpless."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoff listened patiently, not moving except to squint down at the very odd shoe presented before his nose. Waiting a second after the girl was finished before responding, he layed his hand gently on her shoulder.

"It is my most fervent hope and, so far, belief that Stacy would not bring anyone helpless so far from their home. And anyone who can see with their feet is a great deal less vulnerable than all of us who rely on our eyes. For what happens to us when our eyes fail us?" Recalling the elder Thatcher, he was solemn. The man had worked until his eyes gave up and been forced to learn a new trade; that was a fate for a writer to dread as well as a thatcher.

[metalbent.livejournal.com]

Though blind, Toph sat there with a facial expression that could only be described as a stare.

This guy was weird. (Like Ba Sing Se.)

"...I... um..."

She shrugged helplessly, then decided to change the subject. "So... what do you do for fun around here?"

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Geoff was used to people staring at him; it happened all the time. Why would a blind girl be any different?

They also often found themselves at a loss for words. He liked to think it was because he'd used all the good ones already.

At her question he echoed her shrug, rolling his neck and thinking. "Count the tentacles, I suppose? I am newly arrived, the... ship, I'm told, is my oyster as much as yours. Squelchy as the innards feel, I find it an apt comparison."

[metalbent.livejournal.com]

"Tentacles? Like... like a squidturtle?"

Toph was a little confused.

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Squidturtle?"

Confused, table for two?

[metalbent.livejournal.com]

"They have tentacles."

Toph puzzled for a moment.

"I think. But really, what in here has tentacles? And what is here, anyway?"

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

Easing down to take a seat, Geoff considers before replying. "Stacy has tentacles, I suppose, since she is here, from what I understand, anyway. It's all a bit... metaphysical."

[metalbent.livejournal.com]

"So that's what those were."

It hadn't really clicked while she was being popped; tentacles and weird voices and funny feelings didn't really go together for her.