Newbie Meet n' Greet

[cityship]

For the newbies, there are people waiting for them in the Obs Deck. A whole gaggle of people. Behind them is the nasty statue, and the beautiful sight through the windows of the stars streaming past and the swirling vortex of collars that was interdimensional travel.

There are more questions than answers, but the crew is willing to help, especially the Command Staff and greeters.

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[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

"I am not this...spatula," Arha said, not reacting in the slightest to his closeness. "I would not know the assumptions of such a thing. I may only speak for my own mind, not the minds of all. If you are watchful, Dead-Pool, you may yet learn a great many things that you have never even heard of before. I suggest you study yourself and see what is of importance to you, what you believe, in these moments that encircle us."

Arha shifted slightly, seeking an easier repose, and fixed her eyes on him intensely.

"Look around you and tell me what you see."

[ninja-spatula.livejournal.com]

Deadpool frowned.

"Well, I want to know anyway! It's precious to me after all- you said so! Well, if you don't know it's assumptions, do you at least know it's arguements? I don't knooooow, I'm preeeetty watchful, and I sure haven't learned anything from YOU yet! You don't even have any assumptions, and I bet you don't got any arguements either." Wade nodded slightly, enhancing his statement.

Myself shifted too. But that was pretty common for Deadpool. It was actually pretty uncommon for him to be NOT shifting, since, after all, it's as easy as pressing the caps lock.

He darted his eyes around the room.

"Oooh, I know that one! Walls, right! It's a prison, that's what you were gonna say right? I heard that in that one movie from that looong time ago... You know what I mean." Wade smiled, proud of himself.

[ladyofthesands.livejournal.com]

He rambled like a madman and she sat through it, picking through the words he left behind for coherency. Arha blinked and arched an eyebrow, then adjusted her position to ease the strain against her back.

"What have you learned from me, Dead-Pool?" she asked, her voice curious. "And I was not thinking of prison, not specifically. You speak of things I know not. Spatulas with arguments and assumptions -- these things are unfamiliar to my ears. Your universe is not my own, do not presume I am familiar with it simple because it exists."