Meet and Greet Part Deux: The Socialing

[cityship]

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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[morphitudinous]

The Voice of Command. So that's what it was called. Billy still felt slightly uncomfortable with the implications of their powers, but the apology was appreciated. And they had saved the holiday festivities. All in all, he thought that it was best to remain on her good side.

"It's all right. We were in an extremely stressful situation, so it's understandable if you couldn't control your command as precisely as you usually do. I'm unharmed, though I wish I could have been of more help to you." ...well, maybe his ego is slightly damaged, but that's all.

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Sheeana put a comforting hand on his shoulder. "You were. That we had your fighting ability in reserve allowed me a lot more flexibility. If my 'miracle' gambit had failed, you would have been the one we all needed."

[morphitudinous]

That small touch gave Billy the nudge he needed to talk again.

"I'm glad you didn't need me. Your miracle was spectacular, and deserved to make a lasting impact there." The confrontation had been resolved with little violence, and using the least amount of force was always his preference. The peoples' happiness, he knew, trumped his irrational desire to feel important.

"Oh, and thank you, by the way. For doing all that you did to make the feast a success."

[worm-dancer.livejournal.com]

Miracles! Hah, i've made a million of them! How many in the Old Empire still worship Sheeana the Holy Child, I wonder? She wanted to cackle but held her tongue. This was no time to brag.

She shrugged. "This was a group effort. If I contributed more than others it was because circumstances favored my skills in the game of leverage this time. Next time it will be someone else's turn to turn the social climate of a region. Perhaps yours? Do you have a taste for politics?"

[morphitudinous]

Politics? His face scrunched up momentarily, meaning 'no'. "I'm somewhat interested academically, and I paid attention in history class, but I don't have a particular taste or talent for it. My friends were diplomatically inclined---I try, but I don't understand people as well as they do."