Meat n' Greet

[cityship]

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. New crew-mates might see a tall man in green armor and snake girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]

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[livestoannoy]

"Yeah, well you point me in the direction of an Arn and I'll ask," Marco said, sarcastic.

[hashisownhead.livejournal.com]

Naturally, the sarcasm was completely lost on Jara; he tilted his head back to to point upwards with his horns, unable to offer more specific directions. "Arn on ship. On ship with Toby, for make new Hork Bajir on Hork Bajir home."

[livestoannoy]

Marco resisted the urge to find a flat surface to beat his head against. "No, Jara. The Arn ship is gone. The Hork-Bajir world is gone. Everything is gone. We can't just go fly around and find them."

[hashisownhead.livejournal.com]

"Everything is gone." Jara echoed faithfully; he seemed almost to shrink a little at the admission, wilting silently under the gravity of the statement. Everything is gone. No more valley. No more Earth. No more home world. Nothing. All of it was gone. They needed to fight the Ohm and make them put it all back. They had to be strong, and fight for everything.

But the solemn moment lightened a little as Jara lifted his head, considering; he reached out to clasp Marco's shoulder with one large hand, a gesture as much to offer strength as as it was to take some reassurance from how real and solid Marco felt. "Everything is not gone." He shook his head firmly now, giving his hand a light squeeze. "Marco friend is here. Jara Hamee is here. Hruthin friend and Rachel friend are here. Still have friends together. Still can fight."

[livestoannoy]

Immediately, Marco felt bad for just saying that outright. "I'm sorry man," he said. "But...yeah. We're still here. For now, at least."

[hashisownhead.livejournal.com]

"Will stay. Will help." Jara insisted; he took a step closer, looming protectively over his human companion. "Jara Hamee will not leave Marco friend alone."

[livestoannoy]

"Ur," Marco said, imagining having a seven foot tall salad shooter shading him around all the place. "You don't need to do that, Jara. Really. In fact, don't do that."

[hashisownhead.livejournal.com]

Jara's head rose and rocked to one side, startled and slightly taken aback by the comment; he looked admittedly a little troubled by the thought. "Marco friend think Jara Hamee should sleep in pods again?"

He just didn't understand.... Why wouldn't Marco want him to help? Wasn't this important? It was a nice thought, to go back inside his flower--if you needed your own, and if he could find his ow, that was--and climb back down the tree to go live again in his valley. But Marco had said it himself: there was nothing to go back to. Earth was gone. So.... why should he sleep instead of help, when he couldn't yet go back to being alive? That wouldn't be useful at all!

[livestoannoy]

"What? No! Just...don't follow me around all the time. Seriously. I can take care of myself, okay?" Marco said, feeling a headache coming on.

Why the hell did Tobias have to get himself repodded, he was always the one that was better at dealing with Hork-Bajir...

[hashisownhead.livejournal.com]

Jara nodded again, evidently satisfied with this; that made more sense to him. "Marco friend can take care of himself. Can fight."

He had faith in that much; he had seen the Animorphs fight before, after all. He knew that they could fight for themselves, and for his people.

[livestoannoy]

"Yeah, I can," Marco said, nodding. "But hey, are you gonna be alright, Jara? Do you know what you're going to do here?"

He probably wasn't going to admit it, but Marco was worried about the Hork-Bajir. There were a lot of people on the ship who could take advantage of him, and he doubted that Jara would be happy if he didn't have something to do.