cityship: (Stacy--Main AI)
cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-04-03 11:35 pm

Meet N' Greet

||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))

[identity profile] waylostandfound.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
"Good," Nathan replied in his usual voice with a note of gravel to it.

"Take it he's still resting?"

[identity profile] pie-bitches.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Dean rubs at his forehead, trying to force the headache away.

"Yeah. He is." Dean says. "I think he's... got issues, though. I mean, he got shot in the head, so it's not surprising, it's just."

And there he goes, rambling again. He shuts himself up.

[identity profile] waylostandfound.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 06:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, was unconscious when it happened. That thing in him had him smash my face into a wall just before."

Nathan added, "Yeah." Likely brain damage. Just be lucky the guy's not a vegetable. Though if it was Peter... he'd be just as shaken up.

[identity profile] pie-bitches.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Dean pauses, and looks back over at Nathan. "Sorry 'bout that, man. Those things sounded nasty."

Dean's definitely shaken, and it's obvious. Usually he's a lot more on top of things, but right now, he's tired and he can't think straight. He clenches his fists closed then open, trying to make himself relax.

"Anything interesting since the last time we talked?"

[identity profile] waylostandfound.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 06:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, barely missed out on it myself."

Nathan shook his head, "Nothing much. Peter's still back..." waving a hand to the pod caverns. Well he kind of hoped he was there, just since he was safe for the time being. Even though he couldn't check on him.

[identity profile] pie-bitches.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"What, you mean getting one of those slugs for yourself?" Dean asks, looking mildly repulsed. If there's one thing Dean can't stand, it's parasites. And a lot of other things, but parasites make the top ten.

But the mention of Peter does elicit some sympathy. Dean glances at Nathan, then to the pod caverns. "You know he's back there?"

[identity profile] waylostandfound.livejournal.com 2009-04-04 07:47 pm (UTC)(link)
"I mean your possessed brother had a gift for me along with the concussion."

Nathan looked toward the caverns.

"Not sure, but seemed pretty clear he probably is." Hell for all he knows, his family's all there. Pete, Ma, Claire, Simon, Monty, Heidi.

[identity profile] pie-bitches.livejournal.com 2009-04-05 07:44 am (UTC)(link)
"... Oh." Dean says, frowning. Lovely, that was sure to leave a positive mark on Sam's reputation, slug or not. But what kind of brother would he be if he didn't defend him? "He wasn't in control of himself. He wouldn't do that if he had been in control."

And then a pause. "... Did Sam know I was in there? Or do you even know him that well?"

[identity profile] waylostandfound.livejournal.com 2009-04-05 07:34 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah I know he wasn't. And we only spoke a little, but I know he mentioned you when we were told about the others in the pods still."

[identity profile] pie-bitches.livejournal.com 2009-04-05 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Heh, so the kid did miss me." Dean muses. "Hope you find your brother, man."

[identity profile] waylostandfound.livejournal.com 2009-04-05 09:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks, hope so too." It felt a little like those recent months. Only this time he sort of knew where he was, but had no way to get to him.