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Meet-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 tall man in green armor 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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Phillip had found a few things, most notably his long preferred sweater-jacket and the clips that he had put into his hair along with his blank book. In it was still written the message that he left for Shotarou a year ago, and it was still making him wonder if Shotarou was down there, sleeping.

He also held a metal suitcase, one that held his precious cargo. With Fang running loose in the city, it was clear to him that most of his equipment if not all of it was here, and he sat down in a meaty chair before opening it.

Six memories and two Double Drivers. He sighed and closed it up. Clearly Shotarou was not awake for some reason or another.

"That depressed look won't help anyone."

It's a gentle chiding. Kazami knows it's hard to be cheerful in a situation like this. But men needed to be strong, above all, so that people could have something to rely on.

"I was unaware that I looked depressed," replied Phillip with a little smile. "Just merely thinking about a few things. A very good partner of mine isn't here. I would know."

"A lot of people are missing their partners." He shrugs, stepping next to where Phillip was sitting and staring out across the crowd. "You'll just have to find new ones. That's the way this ship works."

Phillip steeped his fingers together, thinking about that. "Finding new partners... it's funny, Shotarou and I have been partners for so long... it almost seems impossible."

He traced his hand across the case. "Finding someone who would be willing to join with me would be odd to say the least. And difficult. Mostly difficult."

"It wouldn't be hard." He looks down at Phillip. "Just ask. Someone will answer. The people on this ship try to be helpful."

It doesn't always work, but it's the thought that counts. As long as it doesn't release a rage virus.

"I'll give it a try then," said Phillip as he ran a hand across the suitcase. "I noticed that there's a hangar. Is there any motorcycles in the collection? I'm looking for a black and green motorcycle."

"Black and green..." He crosses his arms, thinking back on all of the bikes he'd repaired so far. "...With metallic accents, an odd front, and some kind of modular attachments on the rear wheels?"

He'd tuned that one up months ago. It was one of the first thirty or so he'd done, and the sheer oddness of the design stuck out in his head.

"That's it," said Phillip, clearly relieved that the HardBoiler was there. "That's my, well, our, motorcycle, the HardBoiler. I'm glad it's here. It's very special to me."

And to Shotarou who took care of it like it was his own child. The pair had spent long hours working on it, perfecting the design and the RevolGarry.

"I can see why." But he doesn't go too far into it. A man's possessions are his business, unless they're dangerous.

He coughs, finally remembering his manners. "Kazami Shiro."

"Phillip," replied Phillip as he held out his hand in the Western style. It was the name he grew up with, and cherished over his original.

"The names Shotarou and Akiko don't ring any bells I take it," said Phillip after a moment. "One is a detective with a fondness for hats, the other a girl about my height with a penchant for carrying around green slippers to hit people with."

He glances at it for a moment before shaking Phillip's hand. Even with all of his time spent overseas, he rarely shook hands with people. It was usually friendlier than he'd like to be.

Kazami shakes his head. "I'm sorry, but no. They're probably still asleep in the pods." He glances down at the pod chamber. "Stacy releases them at random, it seems. The people we'd like to see released often don't get out."

"Ah, I see." said Phillip after a moment. He sighed heavily for a long moment. "Only a half one more. I'm certain though if Shotarou were awake, he'd be missing me dearly. We've already spent a year apart and it was hard on him."

"I suppose I should put a call out then later. What I have is very important but without someone to support me, I'm only part of what I should be."

Kamen Rider was the unspoken statement. But he ran his hand across the case before opening it up a little before picking up the green Gaia Memory and pulling it out to look at it. Clicking it once for nostalgia, he was rewarded by a male voice proclaiming before he picked up a black one and clicking it.

Tsukasa heard the Gaia Memories. Moving through the crowd, he came upon two people he recognized. "Kazami, I see you've met another 'motorcycle enthusiast,' huh?"

He nodded to Philip. "Philip, isn't it; that odd detective's partner?"

Talking toys? What would they think of next?

As Tsukasa approaches, Kazami can't help but wonder... What did a toy salesman need with a motorcycle like that? "Can it be that you're simply slow, Tsukasa?"

He crosses his arms and looks down at Phillip, judging again. Is this Decade's way of trying to be clever again? No, Tsukasa was frail and feminine enough. There was no way that someone as fragile looking as Phillip was a Rider.

Decade. Of course. If anyone would have woken up it was him. Then it hit him. If Tsukasa knew Kazami... of course.

He adopted a little smirk as he touched his chin a little. "Sometimes things are doubled up in nature," replied Phillip, enjoying his word games. "Tsukasa is quite odd to be honest."

Tsukasa glared at his predecessor and successor. Raising a finger and moving it from side to side a couple of times, he said "Not slow, deliberate, Kazami. After all, one such as me has to know the right time to show up for every action, no?"

Turning to Philip, he said, "And as odd as I am, you and your partner still make me look normal by comparison."

"So you say." By now he's just ribbing at Tsukasa, even if his tone doesn't give a hint of it.

"Detectives tend to be odd. But how else could they do what they do if they weren't a tad eccentric?" Just look at all of the detectives in pop culture! Even Kazami had dabbled in the field, but that was mainly to keep an eye out for evil organizations and cults.

"Shotarou is one of a kind," agreed Phillip. "And not without his quirks such as overreacting and throwing his heart and soul into the case."

He hid a smile under his hand. Surely there would be a time to prove Kazami wrong that Double existed, but for now, he was content to letting things pass by, but not without taking a potshot at Tsukasa once in a while. "I'm sure being part of the motorcycle enthusiasts would be quite interesting."

A small smile appeared for a second on Tsukasa's lips. "We certainly wind up leading interesting lives after joining, Philip."

Turning to Kazami he said, "There's eccentric...and then there's comically wacky."

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