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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[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.