trans_9 | Time for the 'meat' and greet

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Time for the 'meat' and greet

[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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"Eee...Is goo-d. Bu-t..."

A moment of hesitation. Admitting any potential weakness isn't a thing that dances well with the Survivalist instinct. Trilling uncertainly, the beastie's skin and eyes flash a bit of amber. At the same time, to lie is equally as biologically impossible.

"Ahll mah-gic, if tou-ch wi-th it, hurrr-t."

Her eyes remain clear as she glances at the ceiling, thinking of her mother. How true that statement rang with her...

"That's right, it does hurt, but only if you don't know how to touch it," she says softly, glancing back down, staring vaguely at Renne's shin. She shifts slightly, tugging her wand from its resting place behind her ear, twirling it in her fingers. Despite her air of eccentricity, Luna was by no means stupid, and after what had happened to her mother when she was nine, she wouldn't ever be quite as complacent about her talent as other witches and wizards her age were.

"Eee...Rrrr-enne pee-puhl noh cahn tou-ch, neh-verrr. Is..."

And here, he prays his tongue doesn't butcher the word to the point of no return. There are times when pouncing a Vulcan is much easier to do than speaking English.

"Bi-yo-djee."

She almost feels bad for getting another giggle out of his struggle with English.

"Well, I'll remember not to let you near it in the future. Don't want your brains to get addled." Like Ron's, she adds inwardly, conflicted over whether to laugh or cringe at his behavior after being cursed in the Department of Mysteries. She goes with faintly amused, returning her smile to the sightless, emaciated creature, fixing her wand behind her ear again.

"Ad-duhll?"

Ear-twitch. The one black eyebrow goes up in a way that suggests if he had two eyebrows, Leonard Nimoy might just be proud.

"Rrr-enne noh stoo-pid."

Head tilting, she gives him an odd look, somewhere between her obscure brand of adoration and that eerily intent look she gets when faced with a puzzle she particularly wants to solve.

"Stupidity is objective, and anyway, I wasn't saying that you are." Another gentle pat on the knee, her fingers warm, but not nearly as warm as his skin. "Are you always so... hot?"

"Eee...Wha-t Ahd-duhll be th-en? Is wahrrrm. Wahrrrm, is goo-d."

It's probably idiotically simplistic but the tone of voice is a bit more than liking warmth. It's more along the lines of the "It keeps me alive" tone.

She 'hmm's, running her fingers over his shin, tapping on his foot. "Quite warm," she says, the rest of her thought process disappearing as she blinks herself back into the conversation.

"Addle? Addle is a synonym for 'confuse'. Makes you not think clearly."

"Eee..."

There's a bit of a toe-twitch on that disproportionately large, prehensile foot. Like he's...ticklish, like he's blastedly, bloody ticklish!

"In-guh-lish do tha-t, 'lots."

She blinks at that, tapping his foot again with an air of testing, head tilting to the side. She wouldn't have pegged him for ticklish...

"English is a bit of a confusing language, isn't it? Such an odd combination of languages..." Smiling vaguely, tapping at that big, blue foot, she lifts her eyes to his face. "Is blindness inborn in your people?" Though she can't figure out why the Song People would have eyes if they were all blind...

"Eee, ee-yess. Noh, ohn-lee Rrr-enne be -- Eeeep!"

English, confusing? He could easily agree to that but shakes his head at her question. Such defects were pinned to only a few hereditary lines, to one of which, he had come from. However, given his status as the last specimen of his kind, well...
Ticklish? Oh, he's quite ticklish; his feet especially so. One of his weak spots, as it were, confirmed by the little 'eep' and the way his prehensile foot curls in on the touch.

Now, let it not be said that Luna isn't an extremely odd specimen in her own respects, what with her fascination with creatures that most of the sane wizarding world insists don't exist, and her insistence on the truth of the bizarre conspiracy theories printed in her father's magazine, and her fixation with puzzling people out in obscure, rather disconcerting ways... Beyond it all, though, one must remember that she is a fifteen-year-old girl of the human race, and is, consequently, rather enamored of anything adorable.

Renne, in her opinion, is quite adorable. Especially when he makes that little 'eep' sound and stumbles around with English and... curls his foot up because he's ticklish.

This is where any other witch of her age would proceed to squeal and rather violently attack the oddity with affection, but, being herself, she merely giggles her odd, disconcerting (loud) giggle and proceeds to drum her fingers on his foot, a wide, rather painful-looking grin on her face.

She's so distracted that she's forgotten about her question, but fret not - her wits will return in a moment.

"Eee!"

Oh, yes. Insanely ticklish. Easily, the oddity ends up in a squirming, half-curled ball of blue, plant-suit and goldish from his hair. Squeals, "eeps" and other sounds indicating laughter ring out of the oddity....with occasional little "rowrs". Revenge? Ohhh, he plans on tickle-vengeance.

Luna is positively captivated, eyes twinkling with a light similar to that of a small child. He just makes such endearing noises...

Tickle-vengeance may or may not be a good idea. The wee blonde witch has a tendency to shriek quite loudly when tickled...

So does he. Although his ears are sensitive enough to make a Vulcan green with jealousy, said ears can reasonably protect themselves. Managing to quit squirming for a decent time, the oddity lets out a mock-growl (often pinned as a "Rowr") and...at least tries to outight pounce the Female and tickle right back.

"Rrrrraowrrrr!"

Not being the fastest-moving of individuals, Luna is successfully pounced upon, and, consequently, the shrieking ensues, alarming any and everyone in the vicinity.

"N-n-no, Re-renne!" Shriek. Squirm. Flail. "St-stop iiit!" More flailing, grasping at his wrists, trying her hardest to not pull her wand on him and give him bogeys in the form of nocturnal mammals for days. Fortunately, her wand slips from behind her ear, rolling several feet away, beyond her reach should she decide to resort to the last form of attack.

"Eeee, Rrrraowrrrr!"

Well, the six-pound thing manages a few more tickling "attacks" but alas, she is bigger than him. And thus, stronger, much stronger; hence both webbed hand/paws end up pinned.

Quite fortunately for everyone within hearing range, the shrieking stops, Luna biting back further giggles as she nearly sits on the poor thing. She shifts, releasing his hands slowly, as soon as she is certain that he won't renew his attack.

Crawling a bit away to fetch the strip of wand that serves as her livelihood, she manages to return her breathing to normal, and she she returns to his side, she's smiling placidly (vaguely) again, now-tangled hair tucked effectively behind her ears.

"Your blindness is inherited, then?" Her tone of voice suggests that nothing has transpired between the two halves of the conversation, though she's definitely more pink in the face than she usually is.

"Eee, ohn-lee Rrr-enne go-t."

Chirrup. A brief, offered nuzzle and the oddity crawl-flops to kind of sit on his haunches.

"Well, I suppose things like that happen sometimes," she says simply, returning the nuzzle with a pat and a warm smile.

It's been a while since she's had affectionate contact with someone else.

"Eeee. Rrr-enne do."

Chirrup. Shrug of the skinny shoulders. When you're born with it, you get used to it and find clever ways of adapting.

Having nothing else particularly of consequence to say, Luna trails into silence, the wheels in her head turning as she stares vaguely at the ceiling.

"This is such an odd place," she murmurs, eyes tracing the rather disturbingly organic architecture for the hundredth time.

"Eee...eey-ess. Bu-t Rrr-enne go to o-therr p-lace, ohdd too."

He's been to several placetimes, really. The last of which unfortunately left a disgustingly bad taste in his mind of Humans.

Good thing she didn't introduce herself as a Human, then, eh?

Twiddling her wand in her fingers, she looks back at Renne, head tilting.

"What was the last odd place like? Surely it wasn't another transdimensional spaceship impressed with a consciousness?"

"Noh. Shi-p, eey-ess. Bu-t...Hew-mahns on big Shi-p."

He says that with a definite sense of anger/betrayal/disgust. Gee. A beef with Humans? No!

Time for the 'meat' and greet

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