'Meat' 'n Greet

[cityship]

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.]

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[bigbad]

The skepticism was pretty obvious, so Spike shifted into game face. His eyes turned yellow and his fangs popped out, forehead and nose wrinkling up.

"Don't worry, I don't bite," he said.

[doc-pompous.livejournal.com]

Though he'd seen a fellow surgeon named Sam do something similar in the pod chambers just a short time ago, that had been during a lot of confusion and disorientation and dim light and didn't startle him nearly as much (probably because of said dim light).

Now, however, it caught him off guard and he stumbled backwards slightly, trying very very hard not to ask Spike if he was sure about the biting thing.

"Right." He managed, deciding right then and there that he was not ever going to get on his bad side. "Have you...been here long?"

[bigbad]

Spike shook his head, fangs fading away until he looked human. He didn't get a kick out of terrorizing humans anymore. Well, not much of one. He just wanted to prove his claim.

"Just got out of the slime... things a little while ago." He frowned a little. "All right there, mate? I know I look--well, I am a monster, but I'm a good one. And I only eat pig's blood. Well," he considered. "Sometimes there's a bit of otter in their. But no human."

[doc-pompous.livejournal.com]

With the big scary fangs gone, Simon allowed himself to relax ever-so-slightly, but he had a feeling he'd never quite get over it.

Still, if Spike was being honest--and really, in this kind of situation, there was no need to lie, or at least he hoped--then they were both newcomers in the same boat and being hostile wouldn't be the best thing to do.

Tact, however, was another story, and the first question that came to his mind was out before he could catch it. "Do you think Stacy will...have that?"

[bigbad]

Spike hadn't thought of that. He wasn't really hungry right now, but it was only a matter of time. He assumed that the ship wouldn't have picked him up without a way to keep him fed. And he hoped none of the other people on the ship were meant to be snacks.

"...bugger. She'd better."

No, there'd be blood somewhere else on the ship. There would have to be.