[unsick party @ my carrier ship]

[galacticfairy.livejournal.com]

With the little house she’d been fixing in the City quarantined, Sheryl had made it her business to become intimately acquainted with the Quarter, and had happily discovered that it had a serviceable mess kitchen and crew bunks in the dustier parts of its bowels. A few hours in Hydroponics later, she’d assembled the materials for a serviceable break from ship-goo dinners, and now a respectable soup was finishing up on the oversized burners.

She let her hair down and sent off a brief omnicomm message and started pushing the worst of the dust off the little lounge’s tables before anyone from off Frontier could arrive.

[[ Dated to after podpop and during contagion plot, open to all. ]]

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[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

Hangar? That caught Jr.'s interest, and now he wondered just what kind of fighter craft this Stacy held on her. Especially since he'd probably have to find something to take up arms in if the need for space-only combat, since his Asher was left in his own universe, deep within the Isolated Research Facility on Michtam.

Or so he thought.

Finding his way to the hanger after checking maps and asking for directions, he stared around in awe at all of the other machines. Gundams and mobile suits that seemed so close to his own A.M.W.S. and E.S., slightly smaller Knightmare frames that more resembled his old A.G.W.S., things that looked like those fighter jets from those awesome old movies Jr. loved so much to watch.

And then his breath caught in his throat when he saw it. The towering indigo E.S. that's been a constant part of his life-- from saving him from his set fate during the war, to being readjusted and modified to become his own years later.

"No way...!"

[galacticfairy.livejournal.com]

As the Quarter's cameras picked up motion outside the ship, she took the soup off the heat, slipped on her shoes, and made her way up to the flight deck. There was someone she didn't recognize down there -- new or just unfamiliar? She didn't have a way to tell -- gawking like a fish out of water. "Are you just going to stare?" she shouted down.

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

Jr. was about to sprint toward the Asher, but the voice calling down to him temporarily stopped him from doing so. Turning his head, he spotted Sheryl on the deck.

"--What?"

[galacticfairy.livejournal.com]

"I said -- are you just going to stare?"

[shootingblancs]

"You're really serious about having a party now, aren't you."

[carrieswar.livejournal.com]

Not too long after Sheryl's initial omnicomm post and her setting up did Jr. finally show up, staring around the Quarter with a curious enthusiasm. He also seemed particularly elated about something, holding a foreign-looking device in one of his hands. Mixing and mingling was thankfully something he was good at, so he didn't skip a beat when he came across anybody new.

"Oh. Hey there."

[shootingblancs]

Michael arched an eyebrow at the young-looking boy - though the kid seemed to have an appreciation for good ships, anyway. "Hey. You new?"

[galacticfairy.livejournal.com]

"It's not a party, it's a relief effort. Got it?"

[shootingblancs]

"What's the difference?"

[hellraiser02.livejournal.com]

Duo had noted this little gathering coming together from where he was situated in Deathscythe Hell's cockpit down the hangar- towering over much of the area, he watched with curiosity as a rather delicious scent wafted towards him.

Peeking out of the cockpit, he spotted the lights on down the hangar, so to speak, and decided to get himself acquainted with his new neighbors. After all, he'd been told real food was rare on this ship; why not take advantage of it while he could?

After taking a lift down from Deathscythe's cockpit, he strolled towards the Quarter, peeking around the ship curiously. A large carrier, and not a design he could note seeing before; but at the same, not something totally foreign, either- not all that different from a mobile suit carrier, really. He wondered to himself what exactly the runways were for.

"Anyone home?" He called, polite enough to at least not invite himself in.

[galacticfairy.livejournal.com]

"Yoohoo," she called, waving from around a corner. "Come in!"

[hellraiser02.livejournal.com]

Well that wasn't what he was expecting. With an (internal) low whistle he gave a friendly wave and stepped into the ship- not sparing it a good look-over as he did so.

"Heya! Guess you could say I'm a new neighbor? Ship's a beaut! Whatcha call her?" He called, striking up conversation immediately. Nice ship, nice girls.. he could get used to this whole 'bizarre meatship' thing.

[silverduelist]

Somewhere between Duo's picking up said delicious scent and his actually going to check the Quarter out, Yzak, who was doing his own thing nearby glanced over in his general direction. Hilarious, he probably picked up the smell of food before Duo did, but pretty much ignored it.

[hellraiser02.livejournal.com]

"Yo!"

Duo waved to Yzak- don't think he didn't see you glance over here! "Gonna come join the party?"

The obvious implication being, 'come join the party or I won't leave you alone', if Yzak had yet learned Duo-speak.

[for-magic.livejournal.com]

Purely out of curiosity, a boundless quality of his, Aibghalien had decided to investigate this message on the peculiar communications device, and had consequently gone looking for the Hangar.

Quite a mistake.

Now, teeth gritted, the wizard floated slowly through the depths of the machine-filled space. In each hand a wand tracked individual vehicles as he passed them. Every fiber seemed braced for an attack.

Someone was having a rough adjustment to ship life, in this one respect.

[galacticfairy.livejournal.com]

She looked over her shoulder and caught a glimpse of the newcomer. "What's with the sour face?"

[for-magic.livejournal.com]

The elf didn't aim his wands at the woman, but certainly one could be brought to bear in a moment if necessary. When he spoke, he sounded calm, but tension knotted through the words tightly. "Who owns these... devices, and what is their purpose?"

[a_mere_human]

Setsuna was there... somehow. He was still wasn't sure how Duo had managed to rope him into this. He hated social gatherings, mostly because he had no social skills to speak of.

At least it allowed him to check out the Quarter without raising suspicion, though there wasn't anything too special for him to note. When he was done looking around, he grabbed a bit of food, then found a rather quiet place to sit.

[hellraiser02.livejournal.com]

"Here, have a drink! Relax!" Duo crooned, shoving a cup full of something sweet and carbonated into Setsuna's face. He was as determined as ever to pull the wallflowers out of their shells, and Setsuna wasn't about to escape that fate.

[a_mere_human]

"I'm not thirsty." And he'd point out that he was relaxed until Duo showed up, but that would require him to say more than three words.

[galacticfairy.livejournal.com]

Quiet? The hostess wasn't inclined to oblige that particular impulse. She leaned over in front of him with a tight smile. "Hiiii," she chimed.

[a_mere_human]

He was tempted to recoil due to her close proximity, but he stayed his ground. He glanced up at her, but didn't say anything initially. The pink hair certainly reminded him of someone he knew, but outside of that, this was a total stranger.

"Hello?" he finally responded, wondering why this person was here talking to him.

[leafonthewind]

Wash had been aboard Serenity, the sleeves of his plantsuit pushed up around his elbows while he cleaned up a mess someone had made in the cargo bay, when his omnicomm buzzed. It really was like the Cortex - as soon as he thought he'd caught up with everything, a new message popped up.

The bunks didn't really matter to Wash - he would take his old bunk on Serenity to keep him close to the ship. But the mention of food made his stomach growl. There had been so much happening since he was released from the pods that he hadn't had time to track down food.

So Wash found himself wandering into the lounge of the Quarter with his hands stuffed into the pockets of his plantsuit.

[shootingblancs]

And there was a young blonde pilot seated in the lounge with a small cup of soup in front of him - his feet, naturally, were up on the table.

"Hey," Michael greeted the newcomer with a lazy wave. "You're new, aren't you?"

[leafonthewind]

"Baptized in slime and everything," Wash said, grinning. "Could you point me to where I could get some of that soup? I'm a much better conversationalist when I don't keep getting interrupted with stomach noises."

Wash's priority list: 1. Wife, 2. Ship, 3. Stomach. First two have been taken care of.