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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[twelve-minutes.livejournal.com]

"Travel the galaxy, they said. Go where no man has gone before, they said."

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.

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

Now full of (nutricious, if not delicious) food, Bandit feels considerably more ready to tackle the infinite surprises of this day. So he's back with the exploring and the sniffing. He's pleased to notice that the eternal plantsuit scent is fading into the background of his mind, and he's more able to concentrate on other, less noticeable smells.

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.

[twelve-minutes.livejournal.com]

"No, angry. Not sa...."

There's a pause when he actually looks at who's talking to him.

"JESUS!" he yells before falling on his ass after trying to scramble up out of the chair.

"...Did you just talk?"

[is-gud-dog.livejournal.com]

Bandit skitters back as Kirk topples over, then scooches back over to help the suprised man back up. He's a good dog! Good dogs help people!

NOT 'JESUS'. NAME = 'BANDIT'. BANDIT TALK LIKE MAN. He informs Kirk politely, bowing his head. He looks up at the man with a sheepish expression. Sorry for making you fall, mister.

BOSS IS?

[twelve-minutes.livejournal.com]

Okay, so today is getting weirder and weirder.

"Um...James. Or Jim, whichever you like."

He doesn't exactly know proper etiquette for talking to dogs...not that he'd exactly follow it, but hey.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Okay. Note to self: everyone here is annoyed out of their minds." Wyn says, glancing over at the guy next to her. Talking to people is probably a bad idea under the circumstances--

Unfortunately, Wyn is a chatty person, so she has no problem turning around and introducing herself. "Hi! I'm Wyn." she says cheerfully, giving what's-his-face a little wave.

[twelve-minutes.livejournal.com]

Well, now. Kirk perks up a little at that. He give Wyn a wry smile.

"James T. Kirk. Captain James T. Kirk."

Oh yeah, he could get used to saying that.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"No you aren't." Wyn says promptly, blinking in confusion. Even if Captain James T. Kirk were real, which he isn't, he's William Shatner. This guy... is not William Shatner. (That's not a bad thing, in Wyn's opinion.)

"Nice to meet you anyway." she continues, smiling slightly. She might have just told someone that he wasn't who he thought he was, but she's not going to be rude about it.

[twelve-minutes.livejournal.com]

Blink, blink.

"...Huh? Seriously, that's who I am. I'm pretty sure I'd know who I was."

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Nathan was coming back from the Sensoriums and stopping in for the usual glop. It was slightly better than the old MREs that he remembered. He heard the notice about new arrivals, but still it was surprising they all ended up here.

The one young man, something about him seemed familiar. Especially the academy comment.

"Which academy was that?"

[twelve-minutes.livejournal.com]

"...Starfleet. Why?"

With the rather casual way he said that, he's either a rabid, psychotic Trekkie, or the real thing.

Considering this place, either was certainly possible.

[waylostandfound.livejournal.com]

Raised eyebrow.

"Thought you meant the Naval academy for a moment, never mind."

Nathan turned to move, and then studied him some more.

"There's a few Starfleet people around here," he added after a moment.

[twelve-minutes.livejournal.com]

That gets Jim to perk up a bit.

"Really? Who?"

A pause.

"Name's Kirk, by the way. Captain James T. Kirk."

Jackin' some wi-fi.

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

Kirk nods to the newcomer (although he can't help but feel there's something eerily familiar about him), "Welcome aboard, mister. There aren't a lot of answers to be had, but I'll try and give them."

He pauses, then offers a hand, "Captain James T. Kirk, acting First Officer of the crew."

Re: Jackin' some wi-fi.

[twelve-minutes.livejournal.com]

There are several moments of absolute silence as he stared at...well...himself.

Then...

"Bullshit!"

Another pause.

"...I freaking hate time travel." he mutters.

Yet another pause, and he takes a deep breath before introducing himself.

"I'm...also Captain James T. Kirk."

[captain-jtk.livejournal.com]

For a moment, Captain Kirk doesn't comprehend the exclamation. Then as the younger man - himself, he realizes with a slight chill - introduces himself as... himself, he blinks, and bites back the swear that comes to mind.

"...I have to second that sentiment, Captain," he replies with a wry grin, "Although last time I didn't run into... myself. I wish Spock was around just now. He could tell us if we can touch without blowing up the universe."

He's kidding. Mostly.

[bone1ady.livejournal.com]

Of course when Brennan had managed to stumble upon the young muttering man, she only caught the last part of his sentence.

She can't help but stop and give the younger man a surprised look. "You have jockeys working in an academy?"

[twelve-minutes.livejournal.com]

"What? No," he says, giving her a funny look. "It's an expression."

[squintybonelady.livejournal.com]

Once again Temperance finds herself feeling confused, and it's really not a feeling she's much caring for.

"How precisely is jockey an expression?" She's not being funny, she's quite serious! She wants to know!!!

[veinwentedzat.livejournal.com]

Pavel was shocked at how many people were there and how big the ship was. He had a few things with him that had somehow manged to find their way over from the Enterprise to this new ship. It was like it knew- how was enough to make his head hurt. Spock was the better at dealing with the logical side of stuff. Chekov just appreciated the math side of things.

Murmuring apologies as he moved through the throng of people he didn't expect to see one man there. "Kaptin!" Pavel yelled at as he was shoved one way by someone before managing to squeeze through another pair that were talking. "Kaptin!"

[twelve-minutes.livejournal.com]

Holy crap!

"Holy crap!"

Now there's a face he didn't expect to see.

"Chekov! Did you get...splooshed...out of one of those pod things just now too?"

[veinwentedzat.livejournal.com]

"Yes, Kaptin," the younger man replied, his brow furrowing slightly in the memory. "Zhat is not an experience I vould like to repeat any time soon." It was bad enough the suit that the ship gave them felt half alive and the classification of ship was still unknown to them. "I do not zhink zhat zhis is a Federation wessel."

Looking back to Kirk, Chekov almost let a bashful smile slip across his face. It looked more like a smirk compared to anything. "Are any of zee others here?"

[spacecowboyjim.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's rude, but Jim Raynor can't help but chuckle as he overhears the kid - judging by his talk of 'the academy,' some wet-behind-the-ears recruit who might just be in over his head. ...then again, Raynor isn't sure that he isn't in over his head, either. "Paper pushers look at the world a bit different than folks like you and me, kid. Ain't quite in touch with reality."

He pauses, feeling the urge to reach down and grab a pack of cigarettes that isn't there. "They nabbed you, too, eh?"

[twelve-minutes.livejournal.com]

"Yep," Kirk says with a sigh. "Name's Jim Kirk. You?"

[spacecowboyjim.livejournal.com]

At learning of their shared name, Raynor grins ever so slightly, and extends a rough-skinned hand to the youth. "Jim Raynor. Captain of the Hyperion."