Time for the 'meat' and greet

[cityship]

[NOTE: This takes place DURING the holiday plot. If your character is involved in that, then they're still on the surface and not on the ship at this time.]

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.

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. The mission is still going on, so if your character is offship, they won't be around for this.]

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[browncoatdevil.livejournal.com]

Bubbles of evil? Possibly. At least there was no ruttin' Alliance that the red head that was moving through the crowed was going to have to keep an eye out for. Okay so Wedge was Alliance, but in a different aspect, but still someone she was going to tease relentlessly about it. Blowing out a held breath through her lips the other soldier carefully planted her back against the nearest object that she could lean against. Even the space of 'sleep' she had gotten in that pod wasn't going to catch her up with what she needed and without having adrenaline to run on she was going to crash and burn soon.

Glancing sidelong at the possible other new arrival one brow quirked up as she tilted her head up, and up, and up as she studied the rather large and pointy weapon that the man was sporting. It was shiny- that sort of shiny of a new trinket catching a magpie's attention. "You new too?"

[dancewithdice.livejournal.com]

Even in the milling crowd of people, all bustling from one end of the room and back as if they had a purpose to fulfill of they walked quickly enough, the woman's red hair was as bright as any Aiel's, and its striking color against the green of their surroundings summoned his eye before she'd spoken.

Yet, for all her Aiel looks, her words held the Seanchan drawl which had yet to become familiar, despite the time he'd been around their settlers now. The combination jarred him enough that it took a moment to process her question.

"So I'm told." Whether he was ready to believe this wasn't some strange fever dream yet, was a different question.

[browncoatdevil.livejournal.com]

Most people who had known anything about Earth would have called it a lit-accent with a slight Irish drawl to it. Country in the slowness some of the words could be dragged out. Gwen held herself as a woman used to combat, the way the pistols hung about her hips more than natural for the red head. While she might have looked like a Maiden of the Spear with red hair and green eyes she was most assuredly not Aiel. Though the moments pause in replying to her question got one quirked brow as well as the slight workings of a smile.

"Me too." Even if he didn't seem that much up for conversation, the Browncoat tore her eyes away from him scanning the faces of the assembled people hoping to find one that was familiar to her. "Shiny little spear you got there."

[dancewithdice.livejournal.com]

Unfortunate for Mat, he knew nothing of Earth itself, let alone the subtleties of its accents. If he had, the difference might have been reassuring. As it was, the incongruities could have been a difference of where on the Seanchan continent she hailed from. Or any number of variations that might explain her quirks.

If he were visibly discomforted at the presence of every Seanchan accent, however, he would have been jumping this way and that all through Valan Luca's show, and ruined the cover traveling with it gave them. After the first pause, he gathered his composure once more, and offered the small red-haired one--who stood with a dangerous grace.

She wasn't the first to comment on the ashandarei, and she wouldn't be the last. "I might've preferred a coat, given the choice." The lie was easy enough, and might deflect her line of inquiry from it. He'd seen very little to trust since waking up in this place.

[browncoatdevil.livejournal.com]

Gwen snorted a little laugh as she stuffed her hands inside her pockets. "Can't rightly say I fancy the jumpsuit, but its better'n what I had. Only so many times you can mend somethin' before it starts fallin' apart." She might not have out right known it was a diversion from talking about the pointy stick he had with him, but she'd let the line of topic shift to something else.

Turning she offered him a little smile that was friendly enough. It took a beat later that she was removing her hand from her pocket and offering it toward him. "I'm Gwen."

[dancewithdice.livejournal.com]

When you couldn't mend your coat, you bought another one. Mat preferred spending his coin--even too much coin--on fresh fabric and a skilled tailor than this. The pulsing, in time with the bloody floor, left his nerves frayed, and the fabric was much too thin to provide any longevity or protection.

He considered the hand a moment, before taking it. "Call me Mat." Perhaps he remained on edge from preparing to speak to Tuon again, but he had no interest in leaving his name to her discretion, provided she gave him a choice in the matter.

[browncoatdevil.livejournal.com]

Sadly the Independent army was fresh broke to pay their wages out to the lower ranked enlisted and officers. "All right. Mat it is."

Raising a brow the red head fell silent as he seemed the type to, well, not really want to talk. Gwen was shiny with that. It was a lot to take in at once that was for sure. Stuffing her hands in to her jackets pockets she watched the room at large before allowing her eyes to flicker toward him once more. "Lotta strange folk. Hope half of 'em have th' mind t' keep from going fēng kuáng de."