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Meat n' Greet

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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Martha's heart seemed to leap into her throat as her lungs couldn't quite recall how to breathe. Her brain was no help either, only playing back what she heard over and over like a broken record.

" ... "

She whirled where she stood, trying to register just where it had come from and finally focused on a young man in a kilt. A kilt? A kilt. She went to him as quick as her feet could take her, getting perhaps a bit too much in his face. But this was important. Doctor important.

"What did you say?"

The young man in question turns at the lass's voice, giving her a rather confused look in the process. "Hey?"

Why would she be asking what he said? Unless...he's just gone and spoken out loud without quite meaning to, which Jamie realizes is probably what he's just gone and done. His mouth pulls off to one side as he gives himself a swift mental kick for that, then he rubs at the back of his neck, apparently oblivious to the fact she's all up in his personal space. That sort of thing's never bothered him.

"Aye, well, some of the crew are off on a mission for Stacy, and there's a friend of mine who's gone down to help them. I was hoping he'd be back by now, but things must still be a wee bit complicated down there at the moment."

This is a bit of an understatement, but he's guessing she's new and therefore unaware about what's going on down on Galilee. He's not sure he can really explain that part of things right this second, so he settles for seeing if maybe he can answer some other questions instead. "I'm sorry, I'd not meant to cause ye any confusion. My name's Jamie. Is there something else I can help ye with, maybe?"

Right, that had been pretty forward. Sure, Martha was a woman who set out to get a mission done when her head was in it, but this was just another person. Maybe she had misheard? She shook her head and stepped back a bit, giving the man some space even if he hadn't noticed the lack of it. Given the situation she had found herself in within just this past hour, no wonder her nerves are frayed. Maybe she even misheard.

"I'm Martha. And ... God, I'm not really sure. It's just all so sudden, I swear it's like I'm beyond help."

"It's a lot to take in, I'll admit," he replies, not unkindly. It seems the more of these things he goes to, the worse it seems to get. Jamie brings his hand up, absently stroking his chin while he thinks.

"Well, have ye gotten an Omnicomm, yet?" It seems as good a place to start as any, and better than going into the 'your universe's been destroyed' part of things. "It has some of those file-things on it that might be helpful. Or... is there someone specific you're looking for, maybe? I don't know all the crew but I might be able to tell ye if someone's awake."

"Uh, would that be this little ring?" She flashed her comm ring, given to her with her strange suit. Seeing it on her now-gloved hand gave her a bit of a chill, the pulses of the suit suddenly making her feel claustrophobia, and she quickly brought her hand back down. Right, just more to get used to. When it rains it pours.

"Someone ...," This was the second time she had been asked this. Was it common to see others? Perhaps the entire planet had been saved. The room with the pods had certainly been mind-bogglingly big, who knew?

Just like the Doctor ...

If anyone could have survived it would be him.

"Yeah. A friend I know, goes by the Doctor." She should have just jumped in from the start. Either Jaime would know and she was right to assault him or he wouldn't.

The Scot gives her a quick shake of his head. "Och, no, those are the comm rings. The Omnicomm is a bitty computer, about the size of...here, let me show ye."

Jamie pulls up the sporran with one hand, using the other to rummage around in it. For such a small pouch, however, he seems to be able to reach into it quite far - to the point where his arm disappears into it up to his elbow. He finally finds his Omnicomm, and pulls it out. He's about to hold it up so she can take a look when she mentions the Doctor. Well, that would explain why she was so eager to find out what he was talking about before.

"Aye, I know the Doctor. He's here...well, not here here, at the moment. Stacy has ye go on missions from time to time, and he's on one of those. With luck, though, he'll be back from that soon."

Martha closed her eyes and gave a shake of her head and a smile, maybe of relief? Or maybe it's of obviousness. Of course the Doctor would be here. But soon the smile faded to a look of intrigue and confusion. Once again Martha ignored all common courtesy of conversation to get the information she needed, asking her questions is rapid succession.

"You said he was on a mission, where is he? How did he say he was going to be? Then again, him and time, honestly "Time Lord." Wait, how do you know him? Did you travel with him too? My God, how many of us are there? I thought it was just good-old Rose and Jack but, really? Are we worth points or something?"

That's a lot of questions, even for him, and he blinks, momentarily nonplussed by so many of them coming out all at once. He honestly can't blame her for it, though, and sets down to answer them the best he can.

"He's on a planet called Galilee, but I don't know when he'll be back. As long as it takes the crew that's down there to finish, I suppose. You'd have to ask the Captain or one of the Councilors if they have more of an idea."

However, given the way time works on Stacy, he thinks they might not be able to tell. He's unaware of the communications with the other crew being blocked, so can't tell her about that part of things, unfortunately. Instead, he sticks to what he know, in the hopes he might be able to help.

"And aye, I traveled with him, but it was a long time ago. Centuries, if Rory's right." It's not hard to tell that she probably has no idea who that is, if the only other companions she knows are Rose and whoever this Jack person is. "He's another one of us, and there's Amy, his fiancee. And wee Molly - she's their adopted daughter. And then ye would have River, and, well, me."

Right now, he has no clue that Victoria is even awake, let alone wandering through the Obs Deck looking for him. This is probably a good thing, because he'd be more than a wee bit distracted at the moment, and probably not nearly as able to field all these questions.

"I don't know who this Jack is, but I've met Rose. I've not seen her recently, though. She may be with GLaDOS, but good luck getting her to tell ye anything."

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