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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-01-01 04:04 pm

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.]

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 01:43 pm (UTC)(link)
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...

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 06:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 07:44 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 10:43 pm (UTC)(link)
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...

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 10:55 pm (UTC)(link)
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!"

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 11:20 pm (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Eee, ohn-lee Rrr-enne go-t."

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

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-02 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 01:04 am (UTC)(link)
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.

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 01:14 am (UTC)(link)
"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.

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
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?"

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 01:52 am (UTC)(link)
"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!

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
A crease works its way between her pale brows.

"Humans aren't always a good thing," she says astutely, wand sparking against her robe. Few things get her goat as powerfully as the horrors committed by her own species.

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
All he can do is give a slow nod and school his expression into something as unemotional as Spock himself. However, the flashes of amber, poison-dart-frog red and fire-orange give at least part of it away. Yeah. Humans screwed him over. More than once.

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 02:43 am (UTC)(link)
Offering him a smile that he can't see, she pats his knee kindly, watching, fascinated, all the while. She hasn't seen a creature with such alterable pigmentation before...

"It's quite sad that you're the last of your kind, Renne. I'll bet they were fascinating people," she says spontaneously, tugging on one of his ears gently.

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 02:51 am (UTC)(link)
"Eee..."

At first, comes a kind of absent, almost-wistful chirp. Said chirp however, breaks into a soft little half-yip at the tug of his ear.

"Wha-t yeu do tha-t fohrr?"

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
She tugs again, at this point acting rather like a baby, making sure that the same action elicits the same response when repeated.

"Curiosity, really, though I mostly just felt like doing it."

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
"Eeep!"

The second tug gets an 'eep'. Both ears begin to twitch-flick like mad. Well, his free ear does, the ear that's tugged? Might be a touch difficult.

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
Sensing a bit of discomfort in that particular adorable utterance, she pulls her hand back, watching with an uncharacteristically bright grin fixed on her face.

She hums quietly, shifting slightly to poke delicately (hoping she's not tickling him) at his ribs, sternum, noting his skinniness for the first time, pondering over his anatomy, suddenly back to her intense curiosity.

"What was your world like, that you'd be so small and blue? It's not a particularly common natural pigment where I'm from," she says, running fingers up and down his spine, tugging gently on his hair, picking up his hands and examining them.

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Eee!"

The spine, fine. The lattice-patterned ribcage? Hokay. Although he's insanely ticklish there. The chest? He actually backs up then -- no one is generally allowed to touch there. Why?
Big, nasty scar. Little glowing stone. Oh. And no breastbone. Soft-spot there, aside from the stone? Just the skin covers raw lung.
It takes him a second to formulate an aswer to the question..

"Eee...Rrrr-enne noh li-ke ahll Pee-puhll. So-me dahrrrk, so-me noh dahrrrk."

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2010-01-03 04:02 am (UTC)(link)
Taking mental notes, rather wishing she had one of those green dictating quills that that foul Rita Skeeter woman carries, she consciously avoids his chest, though she has to admit, she's intrigued by an anatomy that doesn't involve full covering of the vital organs. The stone also attracts her attention, and she's sure there's a story behind it, but Renne's obviously not particularly enthuse about her going near it.

So she stays away.

"Nobody likes all people, especially when your world has well-developed brands of darkness. Mine is quite bad like that."