Meet and Greet Part Deux: The Socialing

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The new people will find themselves ushered out of Obs Deck, so it can be shot down to the planet again, to pick the crew up. Eventually, the crew members on the mission are brought back up, and the doors open to let the two groups meet.

The newbies are likely not expecting their new crew-mates to come back bearing presents--which some of them are.

[ooc: This time anyone can post in. REMEMBER TO TAG OTHER PEOPLE, THO. This is set after the mission so mission peoples can meet the newbies. Latecomer newbies, if you want, you can just tag your guys into this one to make things easier.]

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[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

Erwin is there of course. His eyes almost pop out of his head as he sees even more people - strange creatures and things he'd never imagined. He adjusts his Fritz helmet on his head and shrugs his rifle a bit higher on his shoulder, grinning like a maniac as he takes it all in. This is strange, wondrous - and quite exciting. He walks through the crowd, simply taking it all in.

Just How Many Are There?

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Title: Just How Many Are There?
Location: Stacy, Obs Deck/Not-Obs Deck?




Renne really hadn't understood too much since he'd woken up from...whatever that was. All he knew was that he'd met a Gargoyle, a Witch and a James T. Kirk that didn't know him. Without really having much more of a clue than that, the oddity turned 'round, got his tears under control and picked up that Starfleet red shirt that fits him.

That's about when he smells/hears a slew of others. Others? New? What? Wary but curious, the oddity crawl-bumbles until...well, until he either runs into something or falls off of something. Or, in this case, smells something new. Thus, the sniffing.

"Eeee?"

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

Erwin blinks and looks down, thinking it a cat or a dog at first. He'd seen one or two since his arrival. However, he jumps when he sees it isn't, "What the...?!"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

Cat? Dog? No, not even a tribble or a gremlin although those might be...a little cuter. Chirping at the question -- one he's very used to -- the oddity sits on his huge feet, Starfleet red shirt tucked under one arm and tilts his head up. Of course, the five-inch ears just have to perk.

"Eeee, wha-t?"

As if he's run-of-the-mill.

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

"...what are you? You can speak?" Erwin seems flabbergasted by this and he just gapes for a moment, taking it all in. OK, this place officially just got even stranger. If that was even possible.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee. Rrr-enne tawwk."

He's just sitting there as if it's rather normal. Mind you, to him, "normal" is something like a Starfleet officer riding a unicorn and wielding a mage's staff alongside his phaser. And other...odd things. Still. The Renne leans forward a bit, once again trying to sniff at the life-form gawking at him.

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

"...I swear, I'm going mad. I'm going mad."

He shakes his head, gawking. Finally he kneels next to the creature, "Ah, what are you?" He cocks his head curiously watching and listening.

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Noh. Krrray-zee?"

He's heard of "going mad" before, even touched madness himself once...long ago and a time best forgotten. Chittering rapidly, the oddity scuttlecrawls back a few feet and tilts his elongated head to one side. The ears almost-flop down, vaguely similar to flopped puppy ears. But not.

"Is Rrrr-enne. Wha-t yeu is?"

[youngsoldat.livejournal.com]

Erwin sat down, rifle between his legs as he stared at this strange, floppy-eared creature. He slowly shook his head, "I'm Erwin. Uh. Nice to meet you... Renne?"

[bluebrassmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Eee. Urrr-win. Urrr."

Don't ask; this one mutilates English constantly. And tends to do that with names as well. Chirp-trilling back, the oddity finds, then kind of sniff-noses at one of Erwin's knees.