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.

((ooc note))

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[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

"I agree with you there. The fashion sense here's pretty lacking. So you're the real deal, then." It's not much of a question.

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, what's the deal with those things anyway?" He cocks his head at the plantsuit, "They look kinda... gooey."

This coming fromt the man in memory spandex.

[pie-bitches.livejournal.com]

That's pretty much Dean's train of thought, yes.

"And that's coming from the dude who's got spandex on," Dean raises an eyebrow.

[foursleeves.livejournal.com]

"Less of the assumptions, bub," he retorts indignantly, "I'll have you know this is a highly advanced, telepathically-controlled-- space-- uh, space goo. Yeah, I got nothing.""