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Entry tags:
- !location: mess hall,
- arrowette,
- bandit,
- bella (garou),
- brainiac 5,
- brenda,
- cielo,
- daniel jackson,
- dave lister,
- gambit,
- iron fist,
- jack spicer,
- jaime reyes,
- jamie hemeros,
- jo lupo,
- john crichton,
- kelly-087,
- kon-el,
- lafiel,
- lois lane,
- mei ling,
- pirogoeth,
- ravager,
- red devil,
- river tam,
- ronon dex,
- sailor mars,
- shawn spencer,
- spider-man,
- superman,
- wyn callahan,
- yuri otani
Meet N' Greet
Part of the crew might be gone, but life on the ship goes on. In fact, new people have woken up and, eventually, they've been spat out into the mess hall.
Maybe it's better to introduce them to some of the worst aspects of ship life first, right?
Anyway, the word is out that there's new people, and someone should probably go say hello. Before the n00bs mistake the glop for crew.
[ooc: read before tagging, plz]
Maybe it's better to introduce them to some of the worst aspects of ship life first, right?
Anyway, the word is out that there's new people, and someone should probably go say hello. Before the n00bs mistake the glop for crew.
[ooc: read before tagging, plz]
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She's not sure which is crazier: this, where she is wandering around inside a chick named Stacy in some warped designer's answer to Ferngully, or that time she ended up in a desert somewhere off-planet, running around with Clark and Kara and spooky phantom things, jumping through portals, and talking about weird alien mumbo-jumbo. Either way, it's a head trip.
And apparently, like last time, she's not alone in this warped little place.
"Oh, good, I'm not the only guest on the Freakshow from Outer Space Variety Hour! Now who here has actual answers?"
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"Hello and welcome to Stacy and Spidey Inc., paranormalists at large! Spooks spooked, goblins gobbled, UFOs K.O.ed, aliens alienated, vampires evaporated, and monsters remonstrated. No job is too small, no fee is too big!"
He drops from the ceiling, landing butter side down, "I can imagine you're a bit Teenage Lobotomy right now, but never fear. Your Friendly Neighbourhood Spider-Man and his gang of loveable miscreants are here to help!"
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Now she just had to figure out if she knew any of the people here. The odds were good that she would, but they were even greater that she wouldn't.
And now her head hurt from trying to think about that.
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"You're new," he says, sounding about as thrilled about her novelty as he looks about his food.
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What's really wierd is all the different...things...he sees moving around here other than humans. Blue deer-human things with scorpion tails, robot-type beings,and some that are human but are supposed to only exist on television.
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The young, blue-haired man was reasonably skittish, he was drugged and tribeless in unfamiliar territory, and he still didn't understand what was going on. His stomach churned and his heart ached and the pulsing of the suit against his skin didn't help matters any. He tugged on the front of it weakly, it made him feel like he was slowly being devoured.
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Except at one of the far tables, a man with blue hair...not a style she'd ever seen, but still it was blue. There was a slight possibility he was of her people. Still not entirely used to the gravity, Lafiel paused a comfortable distance from him, tried her best to look friendly and approachable and greeted him in Abh. "Cluge sa?"*
[Hello/how are you, literally "Are you relaxing?"]
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Baleful eyes on the wall scanned her. As she passed the first, a slot opened on the wall underneath it and a strange tray full of grey goo was shoved at her by another tentacle, causing her to flinch. Clearly she was expected to eat.
Yuri found the farthest seat and sat down with her tray. She let out a half sigh, half groan and looked down at the slop, steaming and still moving in sickening puddles.
"You should make friends, Yuri." Borg said from atop her head.
"Easy for you to say...This probably feels like home to you."
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"Gambit hope you not gonna eat dat," he added, pointing at the tray of slop that lay on the table in front of her.
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"Um...Hello, I'm Daniel Jackson. I uh... I'm still not sure what's going on here," speaking is usually the best way to go when meeting new people.
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He is perhaps looking for familiar faces himself, not that he'd ever admit it.
"--Fortunate that we made such a large batch of comm-rings to start with, though I told the others we should make more omnicoms..."
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He comes in sniffing, setting his nose to the walls, the floors, the chairs and tables, not to mention a few pairs of feet, some legs, a few crotches. Everything (and everyone) smells boringly uniform. It wasn't helping to get his mind of the uncomfortable, restrictive...thing they'd put on him, after the bath. Bandit and the plantsuit weren't going to get along, he can tell.
Beyond the wonder at the newness of the place, he can't help the beginnings of anxiety that start to well up. No Doctor Roseanne, no schedules, no missions. It's such a strange new life.
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Therefore, Bandit gets a teenage boy holding out a hand for him to sniff. He smells human--sort of. There's an edge of something different though, but not so different, and not unpleasant at all.
"Hey there, look at you, big guy. Geez, you look you need food. You hungry?"
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She looked balefully at the edible plate that something in the wall had thrust at her. Clearly she was meant to eat, and while this looked like something found in a mythical giant's nose, she did not relish the thought of being force-fed by the same tentacles that had dragged her out of the pod bay. So she found one of th boney chairs and sat, reluctantly sipping the stuff.
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"Nice ears," he says.
Yeah. Good going, Jack.
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Walking slightly oddly, Lister entered into the mess hall, and stopped dead. It wasn't the sheer array of races there that stopped him, nor was it the creepy architecture.
No, it was the ladies. All discomfort, and lingering memories of the Kochanski dream were blasted away in the flood of red hot hormones.
"Smegging hell, is this heaven?"
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"From what I've been told and gathered from listening to the others, we've been abducted by a living spaceship that is named Stacy. No one seems to know the why of the matter, not even the crew who were aboard before us. At least as far as I can tell."
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Concentrating on the room again, he could see that there were people who just "woke up" like he did and people who have been living in this place. Now I know that nothing's going to suddenly try to kill me here. Where ever the hell here is.
Visibly relaxed, leaned up against a wall, Ronon was content to study the crowd in front of him. Maybe one of his friends might stroll in.
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Well, he's not so chill that Rose can't tell that he's new, but he's waaaay more relaxed that she remembers being at the least.
She crossed her arms over her chest. Her cowl was still on, because she'd just been in the sensoriums making some use of those swords on her back.
"And you are?"
She tilted her head at him curiously.
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Maybe someone will come along and just explain everything to her.
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It's been systematically working its way through the tables, sniffing at and otherwise investigating new people and occasionally wagging a silent greeting to some of the older crew members.
It makes its way over to Kelly and tilts its head slightly in curiosity.
"Hello," says the wolf. "You are new. I do not know your smell."
No one's talking to this new human already, so it doesn't seem rude for her to do so.
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Mei Ling wastes no time with asking questions. She would like answers, thank you very much.
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"We've been sliding out of those pods the same way you did for a while now, and a huge crew's formed. I'd guess there's over a hundred of us. Half of our crew just got sent down to an alien world. They're supposed to grab pods that Stacy left down there, and we're camped up here waiting for them. It probably won't be long before we'll be risking our necks on missions too."
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One Captain James Tiberius Kirk makes his way into the mess hall, collapsing down on one of the nearby chairs.
"Bet those desk-jockeys back at the academy never have to deal with crap like this," he mutters to no one in particular.
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Next to the omnipresent meaty odor of the ship, and the vegetable odor of the clothes, is the warm odor of anxiety and stress; spikes in hormones all over the place are creating a mess of interesting smells. He's actually pretty happy, and is making it his mission to catalogue as many new scents as possible. At the moment he's following yet another trail of frustration, but he likes this one because it's subtle, subdued. A challenge.
It takes a minute or two of milling through the throng before he finally presses his wet nose against Kirk's calf. Sniff sniff. Sniiiiifffff. He looks up, panting lightly.
? SAD BOSS ? He enquires, his wagging tail thumping evenly against Kirk's leg as he sits. He knows 'frustration', of course.
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Jackin' some wi-fi.
Re: Jackin' some wi-fi.
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"Come on are you serious?" he asks nobody in particular, giving the unappetizing mess a nudge. "They had better shit than this in prison." Which he was in for a grand total of like... twenty minutes. Long enough to try the food, anyway.
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Meh. He didn't have much of an appetite anyway. Pushing the substance away, he propped his chin in one hand, idly rubbing at that arm with his other hand - that ticklish, skittery feeling underneath the suit was going to take some getting used to, he was sure - and stared out at the rest of the room. Lotta other people, some looking a little more...unique than others; a dog, a wolf. All supposedly here for Stacy's "higher purpose," or whatever line she'd fed them.
Jamie sighed. It felt childish and counterproductive, moping like this right off the bat, but he couldn't help it; he was starting to feel the loss of his friends back on the island, some more keenly than others.
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It's probably telling that this glop isn't as bad as the field rations he remembers.
He's picked a spot in the corner, towards the outer edge of the group, where he can see everyone and monitor the entrances. There are quite a few exotic-looking beings wandering around, ones he's only seen in pictures his parents had of the time before the purge of mutants started. During and after the war, beings with green skin or blue hair would have been thrown out of the dome or exterminated. It's strange to see one walking around...not exactly in broad daylight, but openly. Maybe it won't be so bad here.
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And there were more people here. Strange, strange looking people in some aspects and...dogs? Wolves?
Pirogoeth decided to go with her norm with these places. She chose a bench near the wall, and started to watch everyone, to see what she could make of this place.
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"Or are you just shellshocked?"
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"Could one of y'all fine ladies and gents be kind enough to point a man in the direction of the nearest liquor cabinet?"
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Once she'd trounced everything in the place though, heart hammering and body sore, coasting for a brief few seconds on the adrenaline high, she'd crashed fast and settled back into brooding about being stuck on the ship.
She was going to ask Leela about the mission later, and probably be seething with jealousy the entire time that the other girl spent recounting it, but for right now...
Ugh, maybe she should hit the media library instead. This smaller meeting was more like a love in than anything as formal as when she had arrived and so many of these people were distraught and confused. She doesn't do well with other people being emotional at her.
Rose stumbles to a stop halfway to the cafeteria doors however, mouth open. Is that...?
"Eddie?!"
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The stuff that was soaking into the tray that was sitting infront of the young Starfleet ensign? It was pretty disgusting. Sometimes the youth raised his hand to poke at the stuff on the tray with a corner he had managed to chip off. It giggled. Food wasn't supposed to giggle.
Muttering a few words under his breath in Russian, Chekov glanced left then right before looking back down at the.. stuff. "Zhis is not natural food stuffs? Is it? I think, perhaps, it will jump off zhe tray and run avay."
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Ravenous, he didn't even glance up from his tray as he shovelled the glop into his mouth, pausing only to mutter to himself about how he ought to think about getting abducted by giant space vegetables more often.
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He approaches John and stops to watch him eat. How the hell anyone could enjoy that goop was a very far stretch of the imagination for Ronon. Although, he had heard about Col. Cam Mitchell's quirks from dinner table chats back when Sam was still leading Atlantis. When he took another good look at the Colonel he certainly didn't remember seeing him look that young either. Maybe it was another past version just like Dr Jackson was from the past?
"... You look like you're really enjoying that, Mitchell," says Ronon, eyebrows raised.
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When he emerged from the pod, he thought he had been captured by the H'ylthri, but this place was definitely no forest. Not that a living spaceship is better. At least the suits matched his fashion sense.