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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92010-04-01 07:06 pm

'Meat' 'n Greet

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. New crew-mates might see a green-skinned alien and snake girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

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.]

[identity profile] fluffyapartheid.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
A small, many-armed red creature slowly entered the Obs Deck, trying to look around while also avoid being trod upon. She had a pair of saddle bags tied around the back half of her body, all the possessions she really owned or need. She was having a bit of a difficult time seeing everything, since everyone was so much taller then her. She spotted a fleshy couch, and wove between legs to get to it. When she did, she scrambled onto the back, and clung there, panting a bit, and gazing around with wide, confused eyes.

[identity profile] is-the-ultimate.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 02:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, at least I'm not the only animal on-board this ship." A voice called out, noticing the creature. Nearby was Shadow the Hedgehog, a grin on his face as he approached the creature.

"Welcome aboard. The name's Shadow."

[identity profile] fluffyapartheid.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Animal?!? This... thing, whatever it was, was calling her an animal? Zhiai'kahn would have raised her hackles and defended her species, but she was still out of breath from the running and climbing.

After taking a moment to catch her breath, she sat back on her haunches, and crossed both her sets of arms. "I am not sure what you mean by calling me an animal," she said, "but thank you for the welcome none the less. I am Zhiai'kahn Ahl."

[identity profile] enter-aeneas.livejournal.com 2010-04-02 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
It had been a long time since Aeneas encountered an honestly alien creature—not a subspecies of human, not a remotely humanoid creature or human pet, but an actual sentient species, one that had no relation to the ubiquitous hairless ones that roamed about. It was not surprising, then, that his coming upon one such creature should make him glance back a second time, eyes narrowed, not sure he was seeing exactly what he thought he was seeing.

More than four primary limbs—check. Unique expressions mainly based around the eyes—check. Fear and confusion of all these large primates walking around her—check and check.

Aeneas couldn’t resist. He was both excited and fearful, oddly curious, perhaps dreading that she was from his universe and knew of him and his past, afraid that she would react in fear just like the others to his presence even before he introduced himself. And yet the alien could not restrain his trotting gait or the sudden, explosive purr that rose out of his nostrils and rattled his feathers.

It’d been months since he was this happy. Little this new arrival could say would destroy that mood.

“H—Hello,” Aeneas trilled, back feet flexing with contained excitement as he gave the small creature and accompanying meatcouch a friendly blink, “You must be one of the new ones, yes?”

[identity profile] fluffyapartheid.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
Biology and the study of other species had never been something of much interest to Zhiai'kahn. Even surrounded by all these strange hairless bipedals, she was only mildly curious. But when the striped, multi-armed whatever-it-was approached her, she found her curiosity aroused. It was such a strange creature, unlike anything she'd seen before. And it stood out amongst all the humans, being so different.

And it could talk. That surprised her.

"New ones...? Hmm. If 'new' entails having just awoken from those strange pods then yes, I suppose I am." She was curt, speaking in the same manner calm manner she would at a meeting. This was hiding the concern she felt over now understanding that she was among a group that was new to this experience, and others may have an advantage of previous knowledge in this situation.

[identity profile] enter-aeneas.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
It was only thanks to Stacy’s translators that Aeneas’s form of communication could even be remotely considered ‘talking’; it was more like what one would expect to come out of a cat or elk or a radio without a signal, none of which involved the slightest movement of his pyramid-shaped mandibles, which clicked or twitched every once in a while, but otherwise remained completely still. His vocalizations were so odd, in fact, that even the translators had to take a few moments to spit out anything understandable. And it wasn’t even just the sounds he made—a single squint of the eye, a curl of the brow, a leaning of his ears or a swing of his tail, could completely change a simple phrase into something far more complex. It was an interesting system.

At the time his tone was oddly cheery, perhaps even joking in the way his grinning brow prevailed over narrowed, content eyes, but it was clear that dear Aeneas only wanted to help. That was all he ever wanted to do. The politeness in his translated voice could convey little else.

“I have only been here a few months myself,” the alien admitted, suddenly getting the urge to keep this one talking, “It is a large place—strange, at first, but you get used to it. Regardless—“ he was scratching his ear now, “—Introductions, right. I am Aeneas. What should I call you?”

[identity profile] fluffyapartheid.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Zhiai'kahn had indeed noticed the complexity of the creature's body language. Had she been born a few generations earlier, she may have been able to make sense of it, but the Sansani race had abandoned its old, more complex, more movement-driven language in an attempt to be taken more seriously by the more advanced races of their planet. It was a great cultural loss, but she had heard some talk recently of teaching it to youngsters now that the Sansani controlled the planet.

"It is strange, yes," she said, "it has the feeling of a jungle, but without the trees." The heat and humidity didn't bother her in the slightest, as her species' natural habitat was the jungle. Though, the lack of trees was a bit disheartening, as her people were arboreal. "And I heard this was some kind of starship. I admit, I had never expect to be in such a ship in my life. But, as you said, introductions. I am called Zhiai'kahn Ahl."

[identity profile] enter-aeneas.livejournal.com 2010-04-03 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
Aeneas gave a small nod, though he was somewhat confused. ‘Jungle’…Was that like a forest? A really hot, humid, uncomfortably compact forest? Sounded unpleasant.

“I do not think any of us expected to be,” the alien purred with a twitch of his feathers, “At least that much gives us something to have in common…” he trailed off, somewhat bashful, “…Yes. It is nice to meet you, Zhiai'kahn Ahl. If you…have any questions, I…”

This felt odd; it was rare for Aeneas to be on this side of things, giving the answers instead of posing the questions. He wasn’t sure if he liked it yet or not.

[identity profile] fluffyapartheid.livejournal.com 2010-04-04 04:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Yes, I do have a question," she said, taking the invitation, though wary. She'd lived much of her life in a time of tension between races. She was not used to trusting those that were not her of her own species. "Who is in charge of this starship? I would like to speak with them, if possible."

[identity profile] enter-aeneas.livejournal.com 2010-04-05 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
…Unlike Aeneas, who had only known other races and had bad memories of his own. Well, what few memories he’d retrieved. Having those be overseen by an evil dream-state demigod did not help.

“Eh…a certain ‘Captain Kirk’ fellow,” the alien answered with an uncertain glance at the ceiling, “I have never talked to him myself—there are several departments that also oversee different ship groups and functions, in case you wanted to be specific, but I cannot name them from memory.”