Entry tags:
- !location: obs deck,
- !plot: pod release,
- blin,
- bobby drake,
- captain kirk,
- daja kisubo,
- dean winchester,
- dustin silver,
- erwin fischer,
- fletcher tringham,
- gray voice,
- greta hayes,
- gwen mackenzie,
- inara serra,
- jo lupo,
- john-117,
- kang,
- kaylee frye,
- komali,
- lash,
- leon s. kennedy,
- lone wanderer,
- luis sera,
- luna lovegood,
- lyle norg,
- malcolm reynolds,
- matrim cauthon,
- nathaniel richards/iron lad,
- nicholas d. wolfwood,
- nova terra,
- rei vargas,
- reinforce zwei,
- renne,
- russel tringham,
- sam winchester,
- scarlet witch,
- sensor,
- shinzon,
- spider-man,
- stature,
- surge,
- the vision ii,
- vivio takamachi,
- wedge antilles,
- yoshimi ito
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.]
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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"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...
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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.
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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.
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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.
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Tickle-vengeance may or may not be a good idea. The wee blonde witch has a tendency to shriek quite loudly when tickled...
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"Rrrrraowrrrr!"
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"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.
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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.
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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.
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Chirrup. A brief, offered nuzzle and the oddity crawl-flops to kind of sit on his haunches.
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It's been a while since she's had affectionate contact with someone else.
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Chirrup. Shrug of the skinny shoulders. When you're born with it, you get used to it and find clever ways of adapting.
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"This is such an odd place," she murmurs, eyes tracing the rather disturbingly organic architecture for the hundredth time.
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He's been to several placetimes, really. The last of which unfortunately left a disgustingly bad taste in his mind of Humans.
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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?"
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He says that with a definite sense of anger/betrayal/disgust. Gee. A beef with Humans? No!
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"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.
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"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.
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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?"
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"Curiosity, really, though I mostly just felt like doing it."
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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.
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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.
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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."
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So she stays away.
"Nobody likes all people, especially when your world has well-developed brands of darkness. Mine is quite bad like that."
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