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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[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.