trans_9 | Newbie Meet n' Greet

Wednesday is actually prepared this time, for once—near the entrance to the Obs Deck, he's set up a big, crude wooden sign with an arrow pointing inside and 'THIS WAY PLEASE' carved into it.

As people shuffle by, he momentarily interrupts to ask name, age, and any professional specialties... if they care to actually tell him.

Selene stepped onto the Obs Deck, looking around. Her eyes were drawn to the window, staring in surprise. Now that....that was NOT normal travel. In fact, the only thing close she's seen was when they were hopping through time and even then it wasn't quite the same.

Then there were the people. All of them in the really, really creepy feeling suit, and most were seemingly. However, there were a good enough number that weren't and...was that a raptor over there? If Selene didn't know better, she would think this was a dream. However, it wasn't. She knew it wasn't, it didn't feel like one. It just looked like one.

....now that she thought about it, she was kind of glad no one was around when she first woke up. Not freaking out about this might not have been a normal thing, but she supposed there was enough time that it would be assumed she'd calm down. Not like weird things didn't happen back home where not even Apex City was safe anymore.

Selene ventured further in, looking around at the people. Now who would be the best person to talk to about what was going on?

Selene looked over at the man when he asked her for the basic information. "Selene Jones, 24, and....well, I'm a barmaid? I'm pretty good at mixing drinks," she said, tapping her chin in thought. Yeah, she wasn't gonna mention her powers until she was sure it'd be fine. They were rather dubious in morality when she thought about it, let alone when others did.

Loren nearly jumped out of her own skin when she saw that huge statue. She clung tighter to her baseball bat, which Stacy had been nice enough to bring along, and annoying enough to not bring a ball along with it.

She knew the bat was of no real use if any alien showed up with a fancy phaser but she'd managed to stay alive before (admittedly with Elfangor's help). She could do it again.

Loren looked around, searching for anyone familiar, or anything that could be a threat. She hadn't seen any Skrit or Nas or Taxxons, at least not yet.

Then she sees the makeshift sign.

"My name's Loren and I'm..." That age thing was complicated. "Eighteen."

"Marcus Wright, 34." he says, glancing over at the man with the sign. No, he's not going to count the time he was dead as part of his age. And really, what can he say for 'profession'? Carjacker? Convict? Dead guy? Robot? No answer is definitely the safest answer, at least until after he finds out more about what's going on here.

"Um, hi. I'm Vega. I'm eleven, and I'm a Zoid pilot," says the boy who's just wandered in from learning the wonders of the clothing room and being whushed through the hub at a high velocity.

He's more concerned with looking for anyone he knows right now. It'd be really helpful.

Elfangor had been heading to the Obs Deck as Alan Fangor to help any of the newbies. He was currently human because, hey, people are already weirded out being on the ship. Really it was to make things just a bit less weird.

However, any plans on how to explain everything to any newbies, as well as impending commander meeting, is dashed away as he sees familiar blonde hair. He freezes down the hall at the profile view of the young woman. He knows her. He knows her and if there had been any doubt, the bat dashes it away because what are the chances of someone looking so like her at that age carrying a bat in that familiar way and stood in that slightly tense, but accepting way on an alien ship.

No, he has no doubt after watching her for a few seconds and there are simply no words for how incredibly happy he is. Even if she's still so young, even if it's been over a decade and a half since he's seen her, he still loves her as he did before he left Earth.

He didn't even think, letting his feet carry him over to the woman he hadn't seen in so long. "Loren," he said, a name he hadn't been able to say with a mouth in a long time, the word bringing a happy smile to his lips. He didn't say anything else, merely listened to the, though more human, impulse and pulled her into an embrace.

Red Snout is hanging around the Obs Deck to watch the newcomers, preening and looking smug with himself. All humans, to whom he is obviously superior. One day soon he will challenge their leader and he, Red Snout, will be in charge. Yes. He snorts, side stepping and tilting his head as new arrivals file past. Foolish, weak humans.

There's a kid here. A boy. Not a little boy, but definitely a child.

Vega wanders over to the huge obs deck windows and watches the stars smearing past, then he works his way around the edge of the room to look up at the big, disturbing statue.

So, there's probably a kid weaving his way past saying "Excuse me, excuse me!" Feel free to stop him.

Aside from the rather horrific looking statue--which Jackson would probably find fascinating for some reason or another--the sight of the stars blazing by the large windows was one of the more reassuring sights he'd seen since waking up on the ship. Space, he's done. If they were moving, they could move back toward Earth--or if this place was dangerous, he might be able to contribute to keeping it far away from Earth.

Either way, the space travel was oddly grounding, amidst the rest of the foreign atmosphere of the ship. Not that he couldn't do with a few more answers about where this place was, and exactly what 'purpose' he was supposedly to be meant for here, as well.

Just now, he contented himself with staying near the edges of the deck, and observing the others milling about.

"Check," the old man says with a nod, noting down her answers on a little PDA-like thing, and apparently taking a picture of her too. "We'll be having a meeting here in just a few minutes to explain what's going on."

"Red Snout!" another raptor appears. Sharp Tongue makes a beeline for her tribemate. She seems more than slightly annoyed, but that's the way Sharp Tongue usually is.

"What's a 'zoid', if I might ask?" Wednesday says, as he jots down a few things on his omnicom, tilting it up so the lens on the back can get a shot of Vega. His manner is surprisingly comforting, in that grumpy-old-man-with-a-heart-of-gold kind of way.

"Really? Glad to hear it," Selene said. "That it?"

Red Snout blinks as someone calls his name and turns his head at the sound of a familiar voice.

"Sharp Tongue? Sharp Tongue! What are you doing here?" He might be a little relieved, but he's not going to show it.

"All right," Wednesday says, noting down Marcus's answers on a computer pad and tilting it up so he can get a quick picture of Marcus with the camera built into it. "I'll just put a blank here for the occupation... suitably enigmatic, I suppose."

The ship's second velociraptor is in the room. Sharp Tongue is at a complete loss as to what to do. All these humans have her twitchy. If you watch her, you'll see her tapping the big killing claws on her feet against the floor. It's a nervous tic.

She instinctively drifts to the edge, saying nothing and watching like a hunter. At least she does not seem aggressive, mostly concerned with maintaining a healthy personal space between herself and any pinkskins.

Wednesday nods again. "I've given up on trying to find any real patterns—there have been a few groups of us released so far—so I've switched to just trying to get basic profiles of everyone in place for our chosen commanders." His eyebrows quirk up. "Besides, you learn more by watching than by asking."

Marcus scans the room idly, wondering if anyone knew what was going on in this place (besides Stacy, who didn't bother to answer questions). Well, to be perfectly honest, he's looking for two specific people. He continues to look around at the people streaming in and-- oh.

"... there's a dinosaur here." Marcus says, looking slightly stunned.

Loren barely had time to recognize him before he was hugging her.

"Elfangor!" She let the bat fall to the floor and held him back, clinging a little tighter than she might normally, so relieved that at least he was here too even if he looked, well...

"You're... older?" She said, pulling back so she could get a better look at him.

"Loren, eighteen," Wednesday murmurs to himself as he steps back and jots down a few notes. He'll wait to take a picture until she's not locked in a passionate embrace.

There are quite a few other raptors that Sharp Tongue would rather have with her, given the choice, but at least Red Snout isn't particularly bothersome to her. He's not a threat to her status as potential shaman, and she's fairly sure she's smarter than him. Then again, Sharp's never been kind with her opinions of anyone.

"Great Scravis knows, Red Snout," she replies with an irritated snort. "My things are not with me and it has washed away my markings. Why are you here?"

Sharp Tongue is very annoyed by the loss of her ritual paint, Narrow Face herself had done it and Sharp Tongue had been well on her way to making those lines last two months.

Red Snout stares back at Marcus cooly.

"There are a lot of humans here. What is your point?" It's worth noting that this particular dinosaur is decked out with a bandolier of ammunition slung across his chest and what seems to be a Winchester rifle across his back. Also, his snout is (sloppily) painted a bright red.

Elfangor held onto her tightly, enjoying the chance just to be able to see her, to touch her again after far too long.

He let her pull back, though he didn't move too far from her. Then she pointed out the age difference. "Yes, I am," he said. "It is a bit of a story. I will explain," he added and pointed to Wednesday. "Though I believe he needs your picture first."

Though he kept that happy grin on his face.

Marcus almost smiles at the 'enigmatic' comment, then realizes that this guy is doing what looks like a census. If anyone would know if Kyle or Star were here... "You haven't seen a kid named Kyle Reese, have you? Or a mute girl goes by the name of Star?" It's worth a shot, at least.

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