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After dealing with the mess that was waking up on this strange ship of sorts, Thrall has found it very hard to fit in at all, especially when there were so many human looking creatures on this ship - as well as other oddities. Yet, strangely, no other orcs.

It took him time to orient himself with his sense of direction, being too stubborn and stoic to ask for help to find anything, and it lead him to the mess hall. It was crowded and there were many others there, but he slowly gained his bearings - very slowly. It took Thrall a few times of standing there and watching others go through the process of being scanned by that large eye before they receive any nutrients, if you could call it that.

The orc was leery of proceeding and allowing that thing to scan him, if it was even doing that. The hesitation was quite obvious in both his motions and on his face. For a creature that is as large as him, he certainly did jump when the slop was offered upon his tray. There was a sharp inhalation of whatever was offered. Is this poisonous, he wondered? Thrall then proceeded towards one of the tables to sit and stare at whatever was on his tray. Unfortunately, it was not pork. Nor was it bear meat, lion, or any other red blooded beast that he could tear his tusks into. Instead, he lifted a utensil, and poked at the slop a few times. Maybe he lost his appetite already?

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Matt with tray in hand full of slop was looking for a place to sit when he noticed the new arrival. Figuring he could use some assurance, he ambled over and inclined his head politely. "It doesn't look good at all but it's a meal that is nutritionally made to our requirements," said Matt in explanation. "May I sit sir?"

Thrall glanced up from his unsavory meal when he heard the other person speak. His brow darkened slightly as his eyes roamed over this new person's form, as though trying to take a guess on if this person were to be friend or foe. After a moment though, he glances away and inclines his head towards the other male - allowing him to sit.

"Nutritional?" Comes out in a low, yet conversational rumble. "I've seen grub worms that looked more nutritious than whatever this is." There's another glance towards the other male and the slop on his tray - which looks similar to Thrall's. Still, he doesn't appear to be touching his food. Perhaps, he wants to see the other person consume some as assurance?

Red Snout arrived for his daily supplement of the disgusting not-food that the ship served. It was not meat, and therefore, not-food. Still. He required it to live and he eat it, albeit with great reluctance. Bandolier and rifle clattering, he retrieved his 'meal' and slung back towards the exit. He paused, however, giving the orc a steady look. Probably a newcomer. Poor bastard was looking at his slop with equal distaste it seemed. He stalked over to the table.

"It is edible. Barely."

Matt sat down, chuckling softly. "Yeah, it doesn't look appealing that's for sure."

Taking a spoonful, he ate the slop, making a face. "Doesn't taste too good either, but I suppose that's what happens when you're on a ship that has limited real food supplies. I'm Matt Olsen."

Its only after he sees this Matt person consume some of the slop that Thrall stops poking at his own tray. He's still reluctant, but food is a necessity. Slowly, he gathered a spoonful of the slop and brought it up to his face, where he sniffed at it for a moment, trying to detect anything foul or strange - but there wasn't. The orc then brought it to his lips and tasted it.

It wasn't horrible, admittedly, but it was far from good. There's a hint at a cringe upon his face, which he quickly halts and attempts to hide from the other person. After the moment passes, he nods again towards Matt. "I can see what you mean." Pause. "I am called Thrall. Is there no other food here?" He really misses having pork. "This ship is quite - strange so far."

Matt shook his head. "I've heard there's real food here, but it's cycled through since supplies are limited. And if we get shore leave, then we can probably go purchase some to help refill the ships supplies and get some for our own."

The name Thrall was prickling at Matt's senses and he had a vague idea of where he had heard the name before, but otherwise couldn't peg it down. "I know what you mean. I woke up here a month ago but at least for me, Will, my girlfriend is here too. No one else though from my world has woken up. I STILL haven't gotten used to the place."

The orc glanced up at the - is that a raptor, with guns, and was it talking? This was certainly a strange sight and something that he wasn't used to seeing.

His reply, is a simple low, yet conversational growl of, "Where I come from, you'd be dinner."

"As far as I have seen, I am the only one from my world here." The large orc's voice actually softens a bit, as though saddened by this thought. "I've hardly gained my bearings for this place, so, I may have simply not found anyone yet." Then there's a brief pause, as though his thought bubble just burst. "Where, or what, is this ship anyway?" Living spacecrafts weren't unheard of to him, at least. He just knows of crystalline ones, and not ones with fleshy bits.

"And," he pauses to lift a large hand and try to grab at the collar of the suit he was thrown into upon awakening, "Where is my armor?"

Stirring his spoon into the slop, Matt considers the first statement. "Yeah, I'd be lost without someone to help me out here too. But I suppose making new friends would be a first step."

"As for your question, they call her Stacy, and she's some kind of refugee ship for people who's worlds were destroyed by these creatures called the Ohm. I only know the basics, but apparently the people who rescued us are fighting a war against these Ohm things." Matt sighed. "It might be a lot to take in, and apparently Stacy, the ship, is organic and alive."

"For the second question, there's a weapons and possessions locker room for all of the passengers. You may be able to find your belongings there since all sorts of things are usually found, such as weapons, armor, my guitar, assorted bits of clothing if they're lucky..." added Matt.

Red Snout snorts and inclines his head.

"I would wish to see anyone try such a thing. Raptors are not food." Hmph.

"On my world, that is quite different. They even serve as mounted units for some." There's a pause though and Thrall then shifts a bit in his seat, trying to get a bit more comfortable.

"Although, I've never seen a sentient one before now. I know creatures have great spirits, and the raptor is a tenacious predator... Are there others like you?"

"My Doomhammer had better be in tact," he grumbles lowly, more towards himself than at Matt. Thrall's armor and weapon were more sentimental than anything else at times.

There's a slight nod from Thrall, although he stays quiet for a moment as he takes in the information about the Ohm and Stacey. "Something similar happened on my own original world," he notes lowly. So, maybe this concept isn't all too foreign to him? "Although, I do not know if those ships were living."

"...Mounts?! Raptors are the Children of Scravis, not some dim-witted herbivore to be..to be domesticated and used as beasts of burden! Pfah!" The raptor hisses in annoyance and outrage, hop-skipping side to side. His grumbling subsides a bit when Thrall asks his question.

"There are. Or were, before the Ohm destroyed all that I hold dear...as far as I know, I am alone in the...ah..." What was the word? "...Multiverse."

"Most likely, and stored somewhere safe." nodded Matt as he slurped down another mouthful of slop.

"Really?" Now why did that sound familiar? Matt resolved to soak in some media if he could but something about the whole concept rang familiar to him. "Well I won't pry, but here we're trying to get along with each other. There's tensions flaring at times between different people of course, but this is a good time to meet others, considering that there was a shipwide announcement about a threat we're facing onboard."

His expression darkened a little. "There's a Old God that sleeps in Escherville, a dangerous creature they call the Nightmare King. For some reason, I keep thinking "Beast of a thousand maws" but that seems a little cliche. But back on my world, we have fictional stories that tell of the ancient Elder Ones that sleep in the world. It wouldn't be too far off the mark to band against this foe."

A smirk manages to appear on Thrall's features as he sees the reaction from the raptor. "Some I know respected the raptor so much, they gained a kinship and bond to them, learning their ways, respecting their mannerisms, and hunting in the wilds along with them - not as owners or as superiors - but as one creature to another."

A large hand is held up for a moment, in a halting motion, as though trying to quell the beast's words before he is done speaking. "I, for one, respected them and never would think of using one as a mounted beast." He'll omit the fact that he's eaten raptor on his world for now. "I am Thrall."

A spoonful of the slop enters Thrall's mouth just as he hears Matt speak about an Old God. This causes him to nearly choke on his slop, making him cough heartily to recover. "Yogg-Saron?!" He questions in a hasty manner.

"No, no," he starts while shaking his head and attempted to clear his thoughts and calm himself. "That beast couldn't be in this - Escherville?" Yet, there is something that is bothering him... "The name, The beast of a thousand maws, is a name that was used on my world for a creature." His tone gets low, almost threateningly so. "He was an Old God as well. Where is this Escherville?"

That seems to placate the annoyed raptor, who has begun unhappily forcing himself to eat the unappetizing muck. He chokes some down, then nods at the orc.

"I am Red Snout, last of the Swiftclaw tribe."

Surprisingly, after initially spotting the large green figure in the room where he'd received a violation, Kang hadn't seen him around for several days. The ship was massive, but he'd figured that he would have at least seen him from afar at some point. So, he was curious when he noticed the male in the mess hall; getting his own plate of the slop, he approached somewhat cautiously, just in case he resembled something dangerous from the other's world.

"Would you mind some company?"

Matt was startled too. He too had a Old God threatening his world? And why did Yogg-Saron seem... off to him? Then it hit him. "Yom Shiggureth," breathed Matt. "I knew it! I knew I knew that name somewhere. Somewhere lore got conflagerated and I thought your creature was the one I read about and..."

He shook himself visibly. No, now wasn't the time to start mixing lores no matter how much nerdity it required. "We'd have to ask those directly involved, the Magical Department. I'm afraid I'm not completely in the know about what's going on. But what you say is true, it might have similarity to this Yogg-Saron you speak of."

"In my world, the story of several Elder Gods ring similar to the description. I remember now. It's not "Beast of a thousand maws" but "beast with a thousand young". There's several of them in HP Lovecraft's horror writing, and even the old tales of krakkens rising from the depths with fearsome maws and tentacles reminds me of this." Matt sighed. "I'll have to run a memory awakening spell soon. I know I'm MISSING something here."

Rhiow's problem with the mess was that she didn't have thumbs, and therefore couldn't carry her tray to the tables and eat with the rest of civilized kind. Of course, if she trusted her wizardry she could probably float it...

Or transport it. She already knew that localized transport spells worked. She eyed the bowl of slop in front of her, twitched her ears, glanced over at a likely looking table - only a few people sitting at it, not anyone she was likely to bother with her spell, and began speaking.

The spell took in a rush and with a soft whumph of displaced air, Rhiow and her food appeared on the table near Thrall - a little closer than she had intended. "Pardon me," she said, ducking her head. "I didn't mean to get that close. My spell targeting seems like it's still a little off."

Thrall's face set, jaw tightening a bit as he listens to Matt speak. "This creature you speak of, Yom Shiggureth, sounds very similar to the old god Yog-Saron that's supposedly currently plaguing my home world. No one has seen this beast yet, but if he is anything like C'Thun, another old god that plagued my home, then they would probably be closely related."

Thrall pauses for a moment, narrowing his eyes in thought. "Perhaps these beings can travel to other worlds like the Titans have." Obviously, he has no pre-conceived notion that others on the ship wouldn't know who the Titans are or anything about his universe. Although the name HP Lovecraft seems to fly right over Thrall's head.

Finally, there is a heavy sigh and he gazes down towards his hands which are upon the table. "Where is this Magical Department? I may wish to speak to them." By the tone of his voice, he seems troubled be something.

The sound of the voice caused Thrall to turn around towards it. Thats when he saw a draconian creature looking back at him. A heavy brow arches upwards in a curious manner as Thrall takes in the sight of the other beast, sizing him up for a moment, as though looking for any tell-tale traces that he may know this other being. But, it doesn't look that way.

It takes him a moment, but Thrall nods and offers in a low, yet calm bellow, "If you are offering, then I do not mind." Better to get to know some people while here.

Right now, even a cat looks more appetizing than whatever slop is on his tray. But, Thrall couldn't exactly do that, he isn't that barbari-- Did that thing just talk? He blinks a few times as he hears the small feline speak to him. "So, a talking sentient raptor, and now a cat," he offers in a calm yet curious manner.

The orc finds himself staring at the cat, wondering if there was a mage behind the proverbial strings of it. He does eventually snap himself out of it though and smirks in the feline's direction - albeit, that probably looks threatening, coming from him. "There is no need to apologize," comes out in a gruff yet conversational tone. He then grows silent for merely a minute before noting, "This ship has many odd beings aboard it."

Kang nodded in return, and sat down across from him, poking at the slop on his plate with a claw. "It looks horrible, and doesn't taste much better, but it's food. Least it doesn't sit in the stomach like a small boulder, like the goo I was forced to eat several years ago."

He hesitated slightly, then held out his hand in greeting, "I am Kang. I don't mean to be rude, but I've never seen anything quite like you. What is your race called?" Upon closer inspection, he looked more like a mix between a hobgoblin and an ogre, but he didn't smell like either.

"This is much less savory than pork, or any other meat," Thrall notes a bit distastefully. When the hand is offered, he looks over towards the other being before holding out a rather large green hand of his own and offering a hearty shake. "I am Thrall," he states simply enough in a low rumble.

To Kang's question, again, a heavy brow arches upwards in a curious manner. "I am an orc, and am the leader of my people on my home world." Thrall then actually pauses mid-sentence, and his features darken for a moment. "Or - was?" He still is trying to gain his bearings. The moment is waved off easily enough and it passes quickly as he glances back towards the Draconian looking creature. "We did have beings like you in my world though. They were a bit strange and aloof though..." If this Kang hadn't seen an orc before, its a good guess that he's not a part of the Bronze Dragonflight as Thrall's mind would automatically ping him for.

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