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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.]

Re: It's Worse Than That...

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
He'd heard of Humans doing this kind of thing before. "Playing Stupid" or some other saying. However it goes, the angry little thing probably gets it wrong in trying to repeat it.
Please. Don't laugh at his awful English. (Yet?)

He doesn't stop until nearly running into the man, though that's not really a big surprise. Hissing, his ears flatten back. His elongated head turns up and his skin gives off a light show that'd be nice for a fireproof Fourth-of-July.
Poison-dart-frog reds, fiery oranges and coral-snake yellows flash in searingly cold sequences across the oddity's skin. Yet despite the lightshow of obvious fury, there's a telltale sign in the critter's useless eyes that speak of something else.
Be it grief or betrayal, either one or both. It's there.

"Yeu noh p-lay stoo-pid-Hew-mahn, Dahm-mit Djihm. Why yeu tehll Rrr-enne Un-trroof? Yeu say yeu noh lea-ve no-bo-dee bee-hin-d. Yeu is big, big dahm lie!"

On the before-Enterprise...before things turned inexplicably bad, it had been a bit of a joke, that name. He'd freely called him "Dammit Jim" as an affectionate nickname -- a name that had clearly by now, turned very, very bitter.

[identity profile] captain-jtk.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
Dammit Jim. That reminded him of McCoy. Of other people. He stood his ground, even as the alien charged him. He didn't recognize him, certainly didn't remember ever running into a species quite like this. So, he calmly settled his hands on his hips, trying to make heads and tails of his strange speech patterns. There's pain in that voice. Betrayal. Then again, this alien spoke like he knew him. He shook his head, "I'm sorry, I've never seen you before in my life. How could I have possible lied to you?"

Then again it might be from his future.

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 06:45 am (UTC)(link)
Charge, possibly. Although there's not really much damage a six-pound thing can do with brute force. That hadn't been his aim anyway, not that he could aim in the first place. Transparent-as-glass teeth flash then in a definitive snarl.
Playing stupid. He's sure of it.

"Rrr-enne say Shi-t Buhll. Dahm-mit Djihm say 'Rrr-enne Be-lon-g.' On Big Shi-p. Ahn-d th-en, noh."

He can't verbally articulate it anymore than that, really. All he can do is pray the man gets the meaning -- "You dropped me like a cask of beef gone off" -- and hold back the very strong temptation to bite him.

[identity profile] captain-jtk.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm sorry, but that's the truth. I've never seen you before in my life. I've no reason to lie to you, honestly."

Kirk had always considered himself a fair main and the idea that he would simply abandon someone he'd taken aboard his ship was downright distasteful to him.

"Please, try to understand, we all come from different places and times. It's possible you come from a different universe or place."

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 06:58 am (UTC)(link)
"Eeee. Yeu prrro-ve, Mihs-turrr."

Still angry. Still flashing colours across his skin. At the man's next words though, some of that wild, technicolour display fades a little. Logical...he himself had been flung through space and Time. Had touched, even tasted Time itself on his tongue.
Letting out an almost-growl, he leans down to sniff at the Human. The sharp edge in his voice isn't there too much anymore, even as it fights to remain there.

"Eee. Dahm-mit Djihm... Cankie-uhs Djoo-bee? Paown-ce?"

His voice cracks. "Cantankerous Jujubee", the name pinned to a certain physician with a Southern drawl and a thing against aliens. Although quite dead against telepathy, this critter has something that's often mistaken for that. As a being of living, solid emotion, when he remembers, he often relives.
When a hologram-like flash emerges from his head, it might not be any surprise that a single silvery tear leaks from one eye.

The image itself is barely longer than a few seconds, displaying a very definite Captain Kirk and the oddity on the Enterprise...pouncing and tickling one another in what had, at the time, become known as The Great Enterprise Pounce-Off.

[identity profile] captain-jtk.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 07:03 am (UTC)(link)
Kirk frowned, listening carefully. He wasn't sure who 'Cantankerous Jujubee' was, but he thought he could guess. The little hologram surprises him and for a moment he just stares, trying to figure out what exactly was going on here. He glanced at the alien again and slowly shook his head sadly, "I'm sorry. I don't remember any of it."

Whether that was going to be his future one day (would have been) or not, it hadn't happened to him.

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 07:16 am (UTC)(link)
It's...almost like a second kick in the gut.

He can't explain how or why, but somehow this is worse than if James T. had simply gone off and shot him. The anger still flashes across his skin, the patterns erratic by now. Erratic, flickering, changing from the fiery-cold rage to deeper tones.
Tones of silver-laced blue, indigo, violet and even a stripe or two of black.

The creature shakes his head. Ears remain down. Worming out of that queer plantsuit thing, he at least manages to get into his britches pocket long enough to drop a Renne-sized red shirt out on the floor. Starfleet red, all right. With a blank insignia.

He hadn't had a real duty on that Enterprise anyway.

[identity profile] captain-jtk.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 07:23 am (UTC)(link)
Kirk stooped and examined the shirt for a moment. So, this was what it was like to meet someone who knew you... but you had no recollection of them. He offered the creature an apologetic smile, "I'm sorry."

There's nothing else he can really do about it. He can't bring back memories he never had.

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
With his back turned, he could fool anyone. With his back turned, the skinny little thing could sit as straight as any Vulcan might care to and appear just as emotionless.

The problem is, that even with his back turned, one cannot always hold back the sound of tears. Disgraceful as it may be, they spill from his eyes without much warning. It's almost nice that he manages a steady voice, echoing words said long before the then-Enterprise, long before even his first encounters with a Human.
Ultimately, we are all alone.

"Is ahll ah-lone in en-d."

[identity profile] captain-jtk.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 07:42 am (UTC)(link)
Kirk shook his head, "We're your crew now."

He gestured at the crowd filling the room, "All of us. We need each other if we're going to survive."

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Dahm-mit Djihm say tha-t too. Ahn-d th-en he go-t Fee-male."

Stoic. Jaded? Very. And yet cracked at the same time, for some bit of him despite the harsh truths, still tries. Tries to hope. Tries to hang on to the pieces he's got left.

[identity profile] captain-jtk.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 07:48 am (UTC)(link)
Jim laughed, "Putting a woman before my crew and my ship? Well, that just doesn't sound like me."

He hoped. There had been times when his judgment was far from perfect. Still, he did his best to comfort the small creature, "We're all in this together now. One way or another."

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 07:54 am (UTC)(link)
"Eee...Mee-rrrai. She..." A webbed hand/paw skritched behind one of his two big ears. What was...Oh. Right.

"Oh-rrrrai-yin. Why is 'lot krrrit-terrr hee-rrre? Yeu noh ma-ke wearrr rrre-d?"

It sounds perhaps utterly ridiculous but "Red" to one who has never seen "red", has another sort of meaning. A cross-wiring of the senses scientists call Synesthesia, the reason why the creature touches Red. Smells Red. Hears Red.

The Enterprise however, taught him that Red means two things: You are expendable. And your life expectancy is zero.

[identity profile] captain-jtk.livejournal.com 2010-01-04 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Kirk blinked and then laughed, "No, I won't make you wear red."

He doesn't quite get the joke himself. After all, Mr. Scott wore red all the time. He gave the creature a smile and pushed back to his feet, "I've got to make sure other people get some help. It'll be alright."

[identity profile] bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com 2010-01-05 01:00 am (UTC)(link)
"Eee. Rrr-ehd mean yeu go ah-way."

He never says the word "die" or "death", had learned early on that those words are bad words. Evil words, like the word "Goodbye" is an evil, life-taking word. Half-turning 'round, the critter poses a final question as the Human stands up.

"Yeu lea-ve so-me one be-hind?"