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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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"Permanent aerotechnics?" Mei-Xing snorts as she looks him over. "Just what we needed, another wizkid who thinks he's drek hot."

The elf grins up at him cheekily. "Might as well tone it down. People here don't have the respect their mothers beat into them. They'll just roll right over you." Case in point right here. She's not wearing any wands, that's just asking for trouble,and she doesn't have any kind of staves or pouches on her plantsuit, but surely one mage could tell when he meets another?

If he can't, she's just giving up on the magical community here as a whole. Morons, the lot of them.

"Oh, that's just..." Aibghalien shook back the sleeves of his robes slightly, enough to reveal matching silver plates strapped to his forearms with ornate leather straps. "Protection, but it seems I don't need them here at the moment."

He spoke a word in a foreign language as he dropped lightly to the ground. The winds faded as he shifted his sleeves back into position.

Well then. Another practitioner of the arcane arts, though to all discernable evidence a sorcerer rather than a wizard. Elven, as well, though their surroundings strongly implied a more enlightened view than many of his brethren and their kill-all-humans mentality. That might be a product of environmental necessity, however. Best to proceed cautiously.

"I had no idea what I was about to walk into," he said, offering a smile -- slightly strained, given the circumstances, but real enough -- to her. "I'd like to think at the end of the day that the important thing is that I didn't fireball anyone indiscriminately."

A rich wizkid, at that. My, my. This was getting curiouser and curiouser. "They wouldn't have been needed, not really." She looks at the wall. "This ship tends to stop violence as soon as it starts. Tentacles. Very annoying." She glances back at him, then leans in, hissing. "They don't work in the City, so be careful."

Just some helpful hints to keep the guy from getting geeked on his first few days here. Not that there was any danger of it.

Mei-Xing waves her hand, turning to face the crowd. "It only would've improved some of their attitudes." She's thinking of a certain mage and Kryptonian combo, there. "Eh. At least you didn't."

Rich? She had no idea. "Thank you for the warnings. I'll try to keep them in mind... though old habits may take a while to die." He flashed his smile again; it came more naturally as his hackles lowered. "I certainly don't prefer to fight, but I often find those I'm dealing with haven't gone to great lengths to accommodate that preference. It's such an inconvenient."

This fellow elf had a certain look about her that simply wasn't familiar. He studied her thoughtfully -- not just her appearance, but her mien, and her words. "Have you been awake on this ship long?"

Well, it's either that or he's walked off of a movie set. "Since when has anyone who wanted a tussle ever listened to reason?" She snorts a little, wiggling one of her hands in a 'whatever' gesture. "S'why you've gotta be able to inconvenience them with a swift kick in the fork sometimes."

Mei-Xing is certainly not the one of noble elves of other worlds, no. "I've been on for a few months? Not that long, I guess, but we've got people who keep appearing and vanishing around here, so." She shrugs. What can you do?

"Ha, true enough! But I'd rather the people who want to fight than the people who don't want to fight because they'd rather you just let them walk over you," he said. Though he was snickering a little. The noble elf wasn't so distant and alien from common humanity that a term like 'fork' didn't amuse the hell out of him.

Then she said something that cut his amusement quite short. "Appearing and vanishing...?"

"Fuck it, we need a rug sometimes." Though she has to agree, working with people who'll actually throw a punch at the enemy when the time comes is a lot more reassuring.

She holds up her hands. "It's not as bad as you think." Stepping aside, she gestures at the new pops. "See, some of these guys, they'll be snagged up by an AI named GLaDOS, and she'll run tests on them. We won't get any warning when it happens, it just will. And she'll pop'em back in when she's done. Other folks, Stacy will just pop back into their pods. Appearing and vanishing. See?"

"An AI? I apologize, I'm not familiar with the term."

They certainly were a contrast in tone, at least at the moment. Still, the wizard hadn't stopped frowning, his thoughts obviously on how he could avoid being sent back to that curious form of stasis that had obviously held him quite inextricably.

She gives him a long look, then shrugs. A medieval elf. Wonderful. Not from her world, then.

"AI. Artificial Intelligence. A machine that thinks on its own." She doesn't know how to break it down any further, Mei-Xing isn't exactly a member of the Welcome To Modern Times crew.

"I see!" For all that his world was indeed quasimedieval, he understood her description quite well. "I gather this sort of thing is relatively familiar to you?"

She nods. "Oh, yeah. Back home, that kind of thing is commonplace." She pauses, thinking about the Matrix crash and Deus, and grimaces. "It's not always a good thing, having them around, but I'm used to it."

"Then I hope you will do me the favor of sharing your knowledge," Aibghalien said with a smile. That expression quickly became bemused. "And I'm being terribly rude.

"My name is Aibghalien," he said, with the sort of razor-sharp bow so practiced it was second nature. "It's a pleasure to meet you, and I thank you for the help you're giving me."

She holds up a hand, laughing. "Whoa, there. Don't need to thank me or anything. This is just making sure you don't get screwed with on-ship. One elf to another, y'know?"

She coughs, then nods back. "Well, anyway. Mei-Xing. Nice to meet you. And, nah, don't even worry about it. The last thing what we need to do on this ship is keeping knowledge to ourselves."

"You're doing me a favor," Aibghalien said, not exactly protesting but certainly bemused, "why wouldn't I thank you?"

There's absolutely no doubt, the way he grins -- a loose and casual thing utterly at odds with his thus-far formal presentation -- that he agreed with her sentiment about sharing knowledge wholeheartedly. "Interesting name, if I may say so. It doesn't bear a linguistic resemblance to any language from the known lands I come from." But he bowed again, his smile a little playful. "But it's a lovely name, as befits the person it belongs to."

"It's not much of a favor!" She objects, but not very strongly.

She's rapidly readjusting her first impression of him. Obviously a rich brat, someone raised in a formal family, but he's not as stiff as a lot of rich kids were. "A scholar, huh? Well, you'll find a few names here aren't what you're used to hearing." Well, she couldn't mock that. She'd gone through some college textbooks, and did some classes in the Matrix, for a few things. "You'll make me blush if you keep up this flattery."

"It may not be hard for you to grant, but it all helps me a great deal."

Aibghalien tended to use formality in high-tension or foreign contexts -- it was, after all, much harder to offend someone if you were overtly going out of your way to be polite and courteous to them. But the more he talked with Mei-Xing, the less strict he became. Even his posture has at last relaxed from a wary caution to greater relaxation. His grin came easier and easier as time passed, even if it was still playful. "I imagine that would be just as pretty, too."

More seriously, he continued, "So long as I can learn about the things I don't know, I can get by. Though it seems there's a lot I don't know." Half-amazed, half-excited, that.

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Meet-n-Greet

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i can keep track of posts. rly

Maybe you need a clone to help you. ^.^

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