Meet N' Greet

[cityship]

||All crew-mates. Please report to the Obs Deck to meet your new crew-mates.||

It's time for all the newbies to get a chance to have a formal meeting with the crew. Given the confusion of their arrival, that's probably a good thing.

Word gets out among the crew mates, spreading in a game of whisper down the meat-alley, that an informal crew meeting is what's happening, free from Stacy's prying ears, and sure enough, as soon as everyone's in the room, they're gestured to move in close, and a wall of blue energy goes up around them all.

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Intro to the Meatship

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

"Everyone, please do not be alarmed by the wall of blue energy. Blue Beetle here is producing it to block out Stacy's sensors, so that she can't hear our discussion. We also have two of our telepaths monitoring and blocking off any telepathic interference on Stacy's part."

The woman that steps forward and speaks has the bearing of a police officer or soldier. They've all seen her, motoring around, ordering around the people who have been there for a long time (and therefore she knew were capable and would follow orders right away), doing things like blocking off Escherville and the Yeerk pool, and cleaning up and salvaging the junk from the Yeerk's machine.

"My name is Cybil Bennett. For now, I am the acting captain of this crew. If anyone here believes they are more qualified to serve in that capacity, prove yourself to the crew and I may well hand command over, but for now, you'll do as I say, when I say it, because your life may depend on it. We're certainly going to discuss chain of command today, because this group has gotten large and is getting larger and that means we need command structure."

She goes on, "I know to some of you, this is sounding rather military, but our situation is as stands: We are trapped on this ship. We don't know who took us or why. And twice, we've been attacked, first by large insect-like creatures, and recently by parasitic brain slugs that took over crew members and made them infest and attack others--creatures, in turn, that were apparently captives of this ship themselves. We have to assume that we are in very real danger, we know from experience we need to know how to fight side by side, and we need to be able to fight in a more cohesive unit than we are currently capable of, especially since we don't know who we may have to fight to get this ship turned around to take us all home."

She folds her hands behind her back.

"Those of you that haven't done this before, I would like you to introduce yourselves, and share what skills and training you're comfortable sharing. We may need to rely on those skills later, as a group, and that means we need to know them. After this meeting, already existing crew members will introduce themselves to you in turn. We're also going to discuss standing issues on the ship, democratically, the most important of which is how we're getting the hell off this boat."

She adds, "The first thing I have to point out, before we get started, is that it's been communicated to us that some of us are fictional characters in each other's worlds. This doesn't mean any of us are not real--it simply means that everything has to be real somewhere, and we've been told that the stories of our exploits somehow are able to transverse universes to a writer's head somewhere else. In essence, it also means you may be recognized by someone else and they may have intimate details of your life--or you may recognize them in turn. We've chosen to look at this as some of us simply being unlikely celebrities."

She finishes, "Now, who wants to go first?"

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

"I'll go," a hand shoots up from somewhere in the crowd. Oh great. It's Mr. Happy and Cooperative.

Sawyer glanced around the gathering for a moment then turned his attention directly on Cybil. "Who the hell put you in charge?"

[ihatefire.livejournal.com]

Cybil looks mildly amused, because she was expecting this any day now.

"The ship did. Everyone else went with it, because none of 'em wanted the job."

[cowsquirtdrinkr.livejournal.com]

"I'm the Middleman. I'm my Earths frontline defense against, well, the most succint description would be comic-book-style evil. I'm also a former Navy Seal, but was discharged for disobeying an order and for punching my CO in the face for giving said order, which was for me to leave my fellow soldiers behind to die."

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Cool!"

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean's hanging back out of the crowd, mostly because he's not too big on having to deal with all these people at once. But he does look interested at the idea of being able to do something. Dean isn't someone who likes to sit around and do nothing.

"Name's Dean," he says loudly. "And what I wanna know is where me 'n' Sam are gonna be fitting in on this whole command structure thing."

[halfa-hero.livejournal.com]

"Danny Fenton, for you new guys. Half-Ghost superhero, and yes, in my world that is possible. DOn't want to get into why, as it would take to long, but before someone asks, my parentd are both 100% human."

[withteethbared.livejournal.com]

"I am called Bella," explains the grey wolf sitting to one side of the meeting space. "I am Garou. I am an Ahroun of the Get of Fenris. I am a warrior, I know how to fight and to hunt."

"I do not know where I stand in this pack, but I will trust the judgment of Cybil-rhya for now."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean can't help but stare at this point. Half-ghosts, he can handle. Talking wolves? Not so much. Dean blinks a few times and rubs at his eyes.

"Jeeze, I have got to get more sleep." Dean mutters.

[potentialmonkey.livejournal.com]

"Ron Stoppable's the name, and this here is my buddy Rufus. We've helped save the world once or twice, and not to brag or anything, but I'm a master of Monkey Kung Fu. Also a decent cook, and a pretty good running back."

[helipack-jack.livejournal.com]

"Monkey kung fu, huh?" Jack says, smoothing a thumb across the head of the Monkey Staff absently.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

"Nathan Petrelli for you newcomers. I was a pilot in the Navy, worked as an assistant DA, also was elected to Congress once."

He went to sit down, and then added as an afterthought, "And I fly." A shrug.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Oh look, a familiar face. Dean glances over at Nathan, and tenses. He's still regretting everything he said before; way to tell strangers all your secrets, Dean.

But he will say hi, because Dean knows this guy's probably a good person to have connections with.

"Hey, Flyguy. Remember me?"

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

Cue Mr. Happy and Co-operative number two. It's entirely possible that he hasn't left the roof since he was gestated.

"Okaaay, firstly; I'm you're friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. I can do this," I'm-hanging-frome-the-ceiling jazz hands are go, "and sew the pants off you, then back on again... amongst other totally dope things."

A zipline puts him roughly at eye level with those polite enought to stand on the floor.

"Secondly; this whole command structure dealy? Yeah, not workin' for me. They got rid of the draft for a reason, and I don't like to blow my own horn but word on the street is that I'm something of a trendsetter. I'm serious, my merch sells faster than Obama shirts."

Is he supposed to know about those yet? "But thirdly, I have been in an environment very similar to what I think this is. Last week, in fact, and I think I might be of some help there."

Someone shut him up before he launches into Les Miserables. If only for Javert's sake.

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"Pardon me while I have a fangasm"

Allen sounds quite serious.

"There might be seizures involved. I'm counting on the rest of you to make sure I don't swallow my tongue. Foaming at the mouth is a distinct possibility."

[helipack-jack.livejournal.com]

"Jack Spicer. Evil boy genius. Prince of darkness. Robot builder extraordinaire," Jack says, introducing himself with the air of the slick, suave super villain he wishes he were a tenth of.

"And in case anyone's going to ask, no I'm not going to betray anybody right now. I know better than to do things that are gonna get me killed."

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"If he's a prince of darkness, I'm Queen Victoria," Wednesday mutters.

[compromise-wolf.livejournal.com]

"I am One-Leaf-Ear, an Ahroun of the Red Talons. I am a Garou, like Bella, and-" She pauses to give a pointed look in Sawyer's direction- "I am not a dog."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"Wolf-demon?" Geoffrey had thought he'd seen it all. He really had. He'd just tuned out Bella's introduction, obviously, because now he's looking around and yes, there's another intelligent wolf.

They talk.

He doesn't really care what Jaime says, these are quite obviously demons.

Looking around nervously for help, he starts backing away.

[halfgoddess.livejournal.com]

Cassie goes for it.

"You can call me Wonder Girl. I'm an Amazon, so I've got plenty of combat training, and I've got a bunch of experience leading very dangerous or important missions. I've been involved in more fights than I can even name. I don't have my powers here, but dangerous situations aren't a problem anyway."

[mapquest-titan.livejournal.com]

Cale does a double-take at Cassie's introduction. She calls herself 'Wonder Girl'...she knows how to fight...isn't afraid to fight...and she's cute.

"Marry me?"

[shes-intense.livejournal.com]

"I'm Brenda." She rubs at the back of her neck. "I don't have powers or anything exactly but I'm getting pretty good at beating the crap out of invading aliens that try to enslave the human race and by proxy to that I'm very good at beating up my fellow humans that warrant it."

She gives her best friends a LOOK. "You might have heard Jaime or Paco refer to me as 'that redhead that's always punching us'. Please, if you would, don't believe anything else they might have told you about me."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Never really having talked or even met to Jamie or Paco (save for that one time they fangasmed in her presence), Samus hadn't heard anything about Brenda. She kept to herself and avoided dealing with others, but even she realized it was always good to have new shipmates that could hold their own in a fight. Oh, and beating up aliens? That sounded familiar, probably because Samus has spent most of her life doing just that. If Samus was the sociable type, this would be the time where she would smile, introduce herself, shake hands, etc.

But she's not.

So she just gives a nod to Brenda, acknowledging her existence.

[firesoul-lol.livejournal.com]

Before Cybil begins to speak, Rei's rage about the situation and her apparent helplessness to control it twist her face into an indignant scowl. She half-opens her mouth to express her outrage, but the captain's confidence as she begins makes her pause.

Her frown deepens as she processes the briefing. She's among a group of people held hostage on a vessel that's quite possibly lightyears away from her familiar world. They're all going to have to fight. This was the 'great purpose' Stacy had in mind? She'd been pulled from the brink of death for this? Another war?

Rei idly twirls the transformation pen she'd forced into a pocket of the plantsuit, considering her options. Cybil had asked for their special powers, right? And with her ESP unsettlingly silent, the protection of her guardian planet is all she has to fall back on. It'll be useless to present herself as a civilian and hide away in this situation.

Her mind's made up.

"Mars Power, Make Up!"

One magical fire explosion column later, she's standing in a skimpy red and white outfit that resembles a stylized version of a Japanese sailor schoolgirl uniform. There's a gleam of determination in her eye as she addresses the group.

"I am Sailor Mars, soldier of flame. No enemy in my path will escape. Whatever it takes to return home, I'll see it through to the end." She speaks with a burning conviction.

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

"Hooray. We're saved." Mai sighs sarcastically and examines her nails. Why did half the people on the ship have to be versions of the Avatar or Ty Lee? With all their 'save the world' spiel and their weird optimism. Ah well. She'd live. Hopefully.

[grayaura.livejournal.com]

Mai shrugs, "You can call me Mai." That's all you're going to get out of her, unless you want to try and ask her more questions.

[mynameisax.livejournal.com]

< My name is Aximili-Esgarrouth-Isthill, > the blue, four-eyed, bladed-tailed, no-mouthed centaur said in their heads. < I am also accustomed to 'Ax'. I possess the ability to acquire the DNA of other living creatures through physical contact and then transform myself into a physical copy of that creature. Furthermore, I have military training and advanced knowledge of science. >

[mapquest-titan.livejournal.com]

Cale is staring wide-eyed for two reasons. One, the sheer number of humans on this ship was overwhelming. He hadn't seen this many humans in one place since the last time he was on a drifter colony, and that hadn't turned out well to say the least. So he was already beginning to feel a little uncomfortable, especially since he was one of the described 'new people.'

Two, some of the 'humans' apparently had 'powers'? Like flying? Monkey kung fu?

"Uh...I'm Cale...," he said rather hesitantly. "...and yeah...I'm Cale."

[ihasvision.livejournal.com]

"Shawn Spencer. For those of you who do know me, sorry about lying about the whole psychich thong, but in my defense it's a lot easier than saying "Hi, my name's Shawn Spencer, my dad pretty much ruined my childhood by forcing me to train my eidetic memory and my observational skills to insane levels in an effort to make me a detective just like he was."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"Sounds like you got daddy issues." Sorry, Dean is sleep-deprived and not in control of his mouth.

[ravaged-rose.livejournal.com]

Rose is more than a little uncomfortable with this, so she keeps her cowl on and the swords good and visible, arms crossed for extra impact.

"You can call me Ravager. Real name comes later. I've been highly trained in multiple forms of combat. My reflexes, durability, and healing time are superhuman and I am not boasting when I say that I can read your next move like an open book. It is in your best interests not to antagonize me. Stay out of my way and we'll be just fine."

[oopshitrefresh.livejournal.com]

"Herm." The odd little fellow scratched his head, considering and not quite looking Rose in the eye. Or in the chest. He was looking her more in the shoulder vicinity, rather. "Ah... Great resume, but you seem to be missing your weight, height, age, and air-speed velocity, unladen."

Best interests? Not antagonize? It's like the Doctor never even heard those words.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"Hi, yes I'm ok now, that wasn't me earlier. I'm Kate Bishop, also Hawkeye of the Young Avengers. I know archery, sword, and martial arts. Also play cello but not much call for that around here."

[prettycoolguy]

"Spartan 117, Master Chief Petty Officer of the Navy. UNSC. Call me "Chief" or "Spartan" and we'll have no problems. Been in the military for something like thirty years. I can shoot, I can drive, and I can plan."

Short, simple, to the point. Now the really tall guy with the scars has an identity!

[twelvevoltman.livejournal.com]

"'Sup newbs?" A tall man with a jewfro you could stick pencils in nods at the crowd. "Name's Allen Gentry. In my world, I'm the most intelligent human being alive, and I mean that in a nanotechnical-engineer-with-6-PHD's way, not an Idiocracy everyone-else-is-a-moron-so-statistically-I'm-smart way. Brainy outdoes me in smarts here, which is nice and refreshing. If you're a tech-head of any kind, don't hesitate to involve me if you need an extra pair of hands. There's not a lot I get to learn from other people back home, except in the philosophical non-left-brain creativity-and-enjoying-life sense, so I'm always up for the chance to expand my knowledge."

"Also, I play the guitar. Anybody wanna start a band? You know, for the off hours."

[cutintomyheart.livejournal.com]

"...I play sometimes," Chris pipes up. "My twelve-string's all messed up, though." He gestures in a vague, unhelpful way, and is probably exaggerating.

[oopshitrefresh.livejournal.com]

Since it seemed that people weren't going to automatically recognize him - he really needed to just slap a disclaimer on his forehead reading 'might change appearances suddenly and without warning' to avoid this whole mess - the Doctor had come to the conclusion that he ought reintroduce himself.

"I regenerated, anyone who missed the message," he announced, plopping down on a flesh-couch and briefly struggling into sitting tailor-style, "so I'm the Doctor. No scans, please, autographs at a gratuity fee, please see my agent."

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

"Doctor?" He stares. "Naaaah."

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

"...'M Fitz Kreiner. I, er, can hit things. With a stick. Told I'm good at stupidly obvious questions other people miss." He shifts awkwardly, lights a fag, and looks sullen.

[flunkingspanish.livejournal.com]

Paco looked pretty glum himself, but he grinned at Fitz.

"You too? Do you carry your own sticks or just pick them up on scene?"

Paco's got a length of wood in a weird holder thing his plant suit made. It looks...like something he picked up the ground.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander looked really uncomfortable to be here, and more than a little twitchy. The Yeerk found a lot of crap to dig up to throw at him.

"Uh hi, I'm Xander. Yeah I know, that jerk guy made a show about us and didn't give us a dime. Clocked field time dealing with boogdy-boogdy stuff that goes bump in the night."

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

Dean's more tense than twitchy, so they balance each other out. He glances at Xander, arms folded over his chest.

"Explain bump in the night." Dean says lazily.