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.


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[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.