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- !location: obs deck,
- !plot: pod release,
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'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.]
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.]
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Waking up naked in a strange place had been bad enough, but the clothing process had only caused her to further the unsettling feeling in her gut. But she had gone on with it with only a little protest, glad to be wearing something, even if it wasn't what she'd much rather wear. However, the first thing she had done was tear the left sleeve off of her plantsuit; better than risking it getting caught in the metal joints of her automail, right?
As much as she didn't want to just stand around waiting, she hung back at the edge of the crowd, eyes sharp as she scanned the group for any familiar faces. If that strange voice could be trusted, and she was a chosen "protector of life", then surely she should be able to meet with her comrades. Edward, Alphonse... perhaps the Flame Alchemist and his lieutenant. They should all be here right?
And if they were here, maybe...
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As Matt skipped around a few people, he noticed the woman with the steel arm. His mind went ping for a moment before stepping up to her. "Are you looking for someone miss?" he inquired.
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"The chances are fairly random that it does happen, but the chance is good that he's here, safe, and is just in stasis."
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He knew the value of giving someone their emotional space and switched topics. "Well, I suppose welcome to Stacy. She's a intelligent ship that's been waking us all up to help defend ourselves from a reality destroying race called the Ohm. I'm Matt Olsen, I run the WITCH bus as its caretaker, a home and school of sorts."
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Ah, the drawbacks of coming from a world where not even computers exist yet.
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Something about her had seemed very familiar to Paula. The way she presented herself, the way she looked... She reminded Paula of Poo. His people. She was grasping at straws, but she knew it never hurt to try. "Excuse me," Paula piped up politely.
"Um... would.. you happen to be from Dalaam?"
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"Dalaam? I have not heard of such a place. My home country is Xing."
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So she wasn't from Dalaam, but that was alright. Just because she was from Xing instead didn't mean that Paula couldn't try to be friends with her anyway. Maybe Xing had its own share of stoic princes...!
"It's nice to meet you anyway! Ah, my name is Paula Polestar."
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good thing she would never even dream of speaking ill of her Prince."It is nice to meet you too, Paula." Ran Fan smiled again, and inclined her head in a small bow. "I am Ran Fan."
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Her eyes fell to Ran Fan's arm, and she was briefly amazed that she hadn't noticed before. Or she was just busy being so amazed by everything and everyone in this room. Realizing that she was staring and that was very rude, Paula's eyes darted back up to Ran Fan's face. "Um. This is silly but... Is your arm robotic?"
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She lifted her arm a little, curling and uncurling her fingers. It moved as fluidly as a real arm... and Ran Fan was thankful for that, actually. In the forest, during the fight with Gluttony, something had happened to it... it was good to see the problem seemed to have sorted itself out.
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No, no, that's a lie. He knows exactly why he's here.
As Roy shifts through the mass of new people, sidestepping happy reunions and first meetings, ears filled with chatter, his eyes are darting to and fro in a frenetic manner. His hair looks to not have been combed for a week, and shadows hang below his eyes with all the weight of his days in Ishval. Still, he is wearing his greatcoat, and his back is straighter than the average war-ravaged person... as if the gloves aren't enough to label him top brass.
He pauses in his steps, eyes narrowing at an oddly familiar prosthesis in the crowd. The Flame Alchemist watches, rapt, as the dark-haired woman tears the plantsuit from her arm, revealing what can only be called automail.
Several seconds of quick movement find him latching onto the woman's shoulder, eyes wider than they ought to be.
"Are you from Amestris?" A pause, and he inhales sharply, dropping his hand from her shoulder, schooling his expression into blankness in an attempt to control his rising hysteria. This ship is driving him mad. "I'm sorry. Your arm is automail, isn't it?"
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His was a face that she had only seen a few times, during which she had been delirious in the pain of losing her arm... but she still remembered him. She did not expect him to remember her, of course, which was why it didn't seem strange for him to ask if she was from Amestris.
"Ah, no..." She said, and she bowed a little. "I am from Xing. I am one of Prince Ling's bodyguards."
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He has to bite back a smile and a sigh of relief at the word "Xing." It's been so long to him, so long without word of countries and conflict that the mere sound of a distant nation loosens a bit of the tension between his eyebrows. His hands slip into the pockets of his greatcoat.
"Prince Ling, Prince Ling... fifteenth... seventh in line for the crown? I know I've heard the name before." He pauses, ponders for a moment, and raises a hand in what could almost be an 'aha!' gesture. "Twelfth! Twelfth prince? And you're a bodyguard. I suppose I should have guessed something as much. With automail like that, you're either in service to the military, or in service to the crown."
"Colonel Roy Mustang," he says after a pause, inclining his head slightly.
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"Have you... seen him anywhere in this strange place, Colonel Mustang?" Ran Fan asked. Even with her relief, there was just a hint of worry in her voice, though she tried to hide it.