Meet N' Greet

[cityship]

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]

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[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

Bandit feels some excitement as he enters the mess hall. He's considerably cleaner now, which he doesn't like, but food is definitely an improvement. His standards aren't very high, so long as he can stuff his face.

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.

[supertshirt.livejournal.com]

Oh man, he isn't even gonna fake that he hates dogs, anymore. He's missing Krypto too much.

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?"

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

Bandit doesn't even skip a beat, and eagerly sniffs the offered hand. Huh.

He sniffs some more, trying to figure out if he's smelled that trace before, but no luck. With his nose unable to give him information, he looks up at the kind face of the young man who accosted him.

He hears food. Aaaaand that's pretty much it because the rest is like 'blah blah big blah blah food blah blah hungry'.

Bandit is all about the keywords.

? FOOD 4 BANDIT ?

[supertshirt.livejournal.com]

Kon raises an eyebrow just slightly, as he scratches the ruff of fur around Bandit's neck in that awesome scritchy way dogs love. "...And you can talk. Huh."

This is said as if it's not horribly unusual, however--because to him, it isn't. He knows a talking dog. And he's met a talking chimp. He owns a superpowered dog. His world's a little weird.

Kon leads Bandit over to the wall, where one of the eyes is at a lower level.

"You gotta come over here. It'll scan you and spit out a tray of food."

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

He watches the wierd eye-contraption uneasily.

This won't be like the plantsuit thingy, will it Kon? Because Bandit really doesn't need that right now. Once burned, twice shy.

He tentatively approaches the scanner, which does its job quickly before spitting out a tray of chunky kibble in convenient plaque buildup-fighting size.

Let it be said that Bandit never wastes a second. OM NOM NOM NOM.

You know that Purina add? With the puppies who clean their plate dry under twenty seconds? It's like that, only with a bit more savage abandon.

Bandit really likes a free food dispensor.

Once he's done, kibble, tray and all, he turns once more to Superboy.

GUD FOOD. THANK U. I M. BANDIT. WHO R. U?

[supertshirt.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you learned with a superpowered dog with teeth that could cut through steel NOT to a pet a dog while they're eating, so he didn't with Bandit. As soon as the dog is done, however, he immediately starts petting him, with both hands, kneeling there and looking insanely happy about it.

He really misses his dog.

"I'm Superboy. Or Kon. You can call me either one." Now comes the ridiculous 'who'sag'boy?' voice. It doesn't matter that this dog can talk. Kon is just...dog-deprived. "Bandit, huh? Are you a good boy? I think you're a good boy. You said thank you and everything, didn't you. Who'sag'boy?"

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

KON-BOSS. Bandit decides almost instantly; it's so much easier to say. And this one knows his manners, to boot. He lets himself get petted delightedly, tail wagging rythmically against Kon's body. He can sense the happiness from him, at it helps Bandit relax, as well. He presses into Kon and gives the young man a few heartfelt kisses.

DOC-TOR ROSE-ANNE SAY: IS GUD DOG. He tells Kon proudly. He may not be smiling with his mouth, so he smiles with the gentle easiness of his whole body, tail wagging and ears held loose. ? KON-BOSS PLAY W/ BANDIT ?

[withteethbared.livejournal.com]

Weaving among the tables, snuffing at the new podlings with similar curiosity, is a wolf. She's fully grown but still young, grey in color with hard yellow eyes. The strangest thing about her isnt the pod suit she wears, which bears chewing scars on the left foreleg and seems to have been stretched a lot, but the fact that in her mouth she's carrying a hatchet.

Bella notices Bandit and makes a beeline for him, ears flicked forward in curiosity. She carries herself self-importantly, setting the hatchet down with a casual manner as she stops in front of him.

"Dog," she says, flicking an ear. "You come from the pods, dog?"

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

Bandit perks up noticeably as he percieves Bella's approach, his nose alerting him to her presence a long time before his eyes do. A wolf; he knows wolf, like he knows rat and a whole plethora of other animal names and the matching scent to accompany it.

He sniffs at the air when she arrives, experimentally. Her body posture would tip him off, but it's her aggressive, dominant scent that makes him sidestep. He presents his flank to her in a show of submission, without being overly giving. He might be new, and unfamiliar to this place, but she is younger than he is. Politely, he dips his head and sniffs between her legs, scoping her out. He's happy to be able to do this freely, without fear of anyone skirting away or calling him a bad dog.

WOLF. He responds, nodding as he pulls away from her, presenting his flank again so that she may inspect him too. He eyes the hatchet; is that a bone, a toy? Or a knife-weapon? It smells of metal and of her, but he'd like to look at it closer. He can't do that without her permission, of course, so he keeps his posture frank and neutral.

POD, THEN BATH. PUT ON BAD COAT. BANDIT TAKE OFF. He explains this to her matter-of-factly, seeing her with the suit, and the bite marks. Maybe he could help her take hers off, as well?

[withteethbared.livejournal.com]

Bella returns the ritual sniff, wagging slightly. One-Leaf-Ear is the only other aboard who understands this. It's familiar. The dog is older than she is, clearly, but that means little to the wolf. A dog is a dog. Don't they chase cars and bark at stupid things?

"Pod suit," says Bella, nosepointing a little to her own. "It is good. It keeps my pelt clean. It covers me if I walk on two legs."

"This one is called Bella," she says, by way of introduction. "Do you have a name or are you just "dog"?"

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

ooc. wow, html fail there. sorry. >>;

Nawww, Bandit got lobotomized to stop chasing cars and barking at random. Well, mostly. Squirrels are a frequent and fearsome exception.

No, this dog goes on black ops missions and kills the despot rulers of South American countries, and blows up their base.

He can make a cat listen to him.

NAME = 'BANDIT'. He contemplates being offended--he's smart enough to understand that being called nothing but 'dog' would be an insult. But the young wolf is bigger than him. Getting into a dominance fight now would be a bad idea on a lot of levels. UR NAME IS ?

[withteethbared.livejournal.com]

"Bella," she says. She has to wonder why a dog is on this ship. Garou are warriors, but dogs are not. "Can you fight, Bandit Dog?"

This, you see, is highly relevant to her interests. If this dog is like any other dog she's heard about (not having met any for herself) she can only see him as a waste of resources and possible liability.

Your average lupus doesn't have much fondness for dogs.

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

Y'know, Bandit is pretty much asking himself the same question. He can only wonder what 2 is doing at this point, but he's not overly worried--she was always the better survivor between them.

BANDIT FIGHT MANY. KILL MANY. TEAM LEADER. MAKE PLAN, TEAM OBEY. He answers curtly. He might tell her a bit more aobut his missions if questioned, but not much. It's classified. He puffs out his chest--not by much, just enough so that she'll get the hint that he's willing to put some bite to his bark. Even unarmed, he's not going to let himself get pushed over. NICE 2 MEET U, BELLA.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander was stopping by when he heard the noise. So this is where all the new people came in. And oh not just people. But a dog too.

"Hey boy, you lost?" He grinned and came over, offering a hand to sniff. He could faintly remember of his hyena possession time faintly to know how important smell is.

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

Bandit sniffs it once, twice, then licks it. His tail wags a bit. But he doesn't appreciate Xander's comment though. He can find his way around a room with four corners, thankyou.

NOT LOST. IS BIG ROOM. ? LOST HOW ? Bandit replies, sitting down in front of Xander. He has a metal bump on his head, like a plate, only smoother, and two small, glowing antennae pop out on either side; apparently this machine is transmitting the dog's vocalizations.

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander took a step back. Talking robo dog?

"Lost like you lost your people... You are a dog though?" He might have to rethink this, and doesn't want to piss off some new alien species possibly.

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

Yes! Talking robo dog!

2 NOT HERE. 3 GON. DOC-TOR ROSE-ANNE GON. Bandit assessed, sounding a bit anxious. BANDIT IS GUD DOG. R U GUD 2?

[thexanwhosees.livejournal.com]

Xander then stepped forward, because talking robo dog or not, sad puppy face is sad. He reached out to tentatively pet him, carefully avoiding the antenna.

"Hey, it's ok. We're all the same here. My friends from home aren't here either. And yeah, Xander is good. Er... Xander is me." We'd say the speech is catching, but Xander's just weird sometimes.

He added, "Bandit huh? That's a really good name for a good dog."

[literaryloser.livejournal.com]

Fitz, at least, is a pillar of nicotene stench. This is because he hasn't stopped smoking probably since he got here. No, not even when he sleeps.

But hey, Fitz likes dogs. dogs are good, dogs don't ask complicated questions, at least not usually. So he crouches down and makes an effort not to get smoke in the pooch's face.

"Hey, bud. How ya doin'?"

This dog's probably as normal as those damn blue poodles were, but he thinks he can handle this conversation.

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

Bandit politely turns his head away, only to turn back when he realizes that Fitz is going to talk to him. It's not so much that he doesn't like the scent--all scents are fascinating in their own way--it's that the smell of cigarettes tends to overpower just about anything else surrounding it. It makes Bandit's nose useless for a few seconds, and that really disagrees with him. That said, he's particularly happy that Fitz is trying not get the smoke directly in Bandit's face. He appreciates it a lot.

I M GUD. R U GUD 2 ? He answers Fitz, wagging his tail lightly.

[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

"IT'S A DOGGY!" And there is a very happy ghost girl, with a bit of human that could probably be smell in ghost form, zooming over to pet Bandit with a wide smile on her face. "I didn't think we'd get a real dog!" Dani said happily.

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

ooc. Is she in human form or in ghost form? >>;

Ohgodnotexpectingthat.

There's a slight yelp, a soft noise of surprise, as Bandit quickly skitters away from the fast-approaching human-shaped energy projectile. God, don't humans know to tread slowly and step lightly? It's like, rule 1 of everything ever. Seriously.

He sniffs her tentatively, picking up traces of typical human scent, flesh and sweat, while at the same time a more prominent smell of ozone fills his nostrils. What an odd combination. BANDIT B. REAL DOG. R U REAL HUMAN?

[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

((OOC: Ghost. Dani doesn't like plantsuit either, so she goes with superhero uniform.))

Dani stared at Bandit and then giggled, scratching him behind the ears. "You can talk? What a cool doggy! And I'm kind of a real human. I'm a halfa, half human, half ghost, clone. How can you talk boy?"

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

He tilts his nose downwards so that she can clearly see shiny, stainless metal nub on his head, flanked by two slim antennae. The little metal ridge house his language center, what allows him to put his thoughts into vocalization patterns.

DOC-TOR ROSE-ANNE MAKE HEAD BOX 4 WE3. HELP 2 SPEAK. NOW DOC-TOR ROSE-ANNE GON.

Awww, sad puppy.

[thethirdhalfa.livejournal.com]

Dani keeps from saying 'aww' herself and pets Bandit some more. She hasn't seen a dog in forever and she likes dogs. Especially happy dogs, so trying to cheer him up. "I'm sure you'll see her again, boy."