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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[tincanbombs.livejournal.com]

Unfortunately, Kyle rather likes having his head in one piece and settled on his shoulders. Generally, an exploding head can only mean snipers, and he hates dealing with snipers. Their unpredictable location, their ability to kill a man halfway across the city...he prefers his fighting to be more open.

"Zombies...?" Another confusing term. He has a feeling that he'll have to ask for a lot of elaboration before he understands. For now, he listens to her explanation of summoning. "...We don't live on a plane, unless this ship counts as a plane." He's thinking of planes, the things that fly, so Wyn's explanation doesn't quite sit right with him. "I suppose it's a little like...don't build a nuclear bomb in your basement? And I would assume that mass murder, and those other ways, have rules preventing their occurrence."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn can explain zombies! Zombies are easy. "Um, so zombies are reanimated corpses." Wyn says, doing a very brief impression of one of the Dawn of the Dead zombies: slow, shambling, and moaning for brains. "They're hard to stop, but headshots work. Don't set them on fire, they just stumble around lighting everything else on fire."

"I should have planes of existence, sorry." Wyn says apologetically. She doesn't really have airplanes in her world (airships and trains are much more prevalent), but she knows that she can be confusing. "Um." she continues, looking very guilty very briefly as Kyle mentions nuclear bombs in basements. "Yeah, probably, except nuclear bombs won't try to destroy time. And yes, murder is illegal. Nobody talks about the other ways."

[tincanbombs.livejournal.com]

"But...a corpse..." Well, it's magic, obviously. Kyle watches her with an expression that nicely conveys his disbelief. "Why, exactly, would someone want one of those...?" If they're slow, and easy prey for a sniper or reasonably accurate shooter, they aren't so much of a threat, right?

"Planes of existence...?" Oh, that kind of plane, he realizes. Like the coordinate plane. He's done maths involving a number of parallel or intersecting planes before. The guilty look is filed away for future reference. "Well, you never know. An explosion big enough might..." And that's enough of that, before he's tempted to try it. "Silence is usually the best way of allowing knowledge to die out," he agrees, a little grimly. He knows that all too well.

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

Wyn grins as she sees Kyle's look of absolute disbelief. "Um, it's easy to find materials to make 'em, unless you shoot them in the head you can't stop them, and most of all, they're terrifying. Watching something you've only seen in movies coming after you is enough to make most people panic." she says with a shrug. The only guns available for civilians in the British Empire are heavily-regulated hunting rifles. There aren't a whole lot of reasonably accurate shooters outside of the army, and Wyn would probably rather fend for herself against a zombie horde than get protection from the army. It's a principle thing. "Also, you don't have to feed them, they don't complain, and they're damn good cannon fodder for when you try to take over the world."

"Yeah, you probably could destroy the fabric of the space-time continuum with a big enough bomb, but I'm not sure there's enough uranium-238 in the world to do that. Hybrid bombs, though..." Wyn trails off, the little wheels in her head spinning very fast. Not that she wants to destroy the universe (she's actually rather fond of being alive), but she'd like to know if it's possible.

[tincanbombs.livejournal.com]

"Movies...fiction of some sort?" He can only compare it to the shock an ordinary citizen might feel if a mutant were to, say, tear up the street. Might? Did, if the screaming and howling immediately afterwards had been any indication. He still felt a little irritated about that. None of them had even gotten hurt.

"...I don't think we ought to give each other any more ideas," he grins wryly, putting out of his mind the thought of whether a sufficient quantity of explosives might be able to damage the dome. It's never been tried before, since an explosion like that would have killed a tenth of the city's population, but...

That's enough of that. He's not even in the dome any more. He eyes the rest of the glop, deciding to change the subject a little, before he gets an idea and accidentally kills them all. "Is this all the food they have on this ship?"

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I think it's short for 'moving pictures'. They're kind of like two-hour self-contained stories, most of the time. They're fun." Wyn likes to go and annoy everyone around her with popcorn-throwing and comments, but that's not quite normal.

"Probably not. We're safer that way, at least." Wyn says with a grin.

"I just got here, so I wouldn't know, but I sure as hell hope not." She glares at the tray, hoping to subconsciously change it to something vaguely edible... or at least light it on fire. As she's not psychic, however, it doesn't work and she's left giving the tray a very irritable look.