trans_9 | Meat n' Greet

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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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Having been cleaned of the disgusting goo and given a plantsuit (more like a plant anklet, really. The thing was merely a small circle wrapped around one leg), Tobias had managed to make his way to the Obs deck, still in hawk form. He perched awkwardly on one of the meat couches, staring at the vast crowd and trying to digest what little information he had. Jake and Cassie were here. There was another war. They had to fight the Ohm.

Just another normal day in the life of Hawkboy, he thought ruefully, preening under one wing before returning his predator's gaze to the milling crowd. Someone here could answer questions, right?

As usual, Marco was scanning the crowd, trying to see if anyone from their world had shown up.

But chances are, Tobias's hawk eyes would spot Marco before Marco spotted him.

They did. Because Tobias has awesome eyes and you don't, Marco. So he fluffs up a bit, then calls out to Marco.

< Marco! Hey! >

Hey, Marco could have awesome eyes if he wanted to! He just...didn't have them right now. Either way, he didn't need eyes to hear that thought-speak, and his head jerked up when he heard it.

Tobias!

He looked around, trying to locate him. When he eyes fell on the hawk sitting on the couch, he grinned, and pushed through the crown to make his way over.

"Hey, Bird-Boy!" Marco said, flopping down on top of the couch. "Hate to break it to you man, but the meat couches aren't on the menu. You'll have to stick with mice." He tiled his head, thinking. "If we even have mice."

< They didn't look that appetizing anyway. > He hop-skips down the couch to be a bit closer to Marco, head tilting.

< No mice? What kind of hellish place is this? > His tone was joking, but he really was curious about where they were and what the heck was going on.

"You know how we thought our world was insane? Well, this place managed to make the Yeerk war and everything that happened in it look positively normal," Marco explained. "I don't know how much you've heard, but we're on a giant living spaceship that calls herself Stacy and likes to think she's our mother - except for those times when she turns nasty. If she and the Daligig - the guys that made her - have told us the truth, we're here because she rescued us from our universes when they got destroyed by these giant psycho-bugs called the Ohm, and we get to have the 'special mission' of trying to fight them, and if we're lucky then maybe everything can get brought back again. If they're not telling the truth...man, who knows. Either way, we are in one hell of a mess here, man."

Tobias was silent for a long moment as he digested the information. On one hand, it was Marco. On the other, he had no reason to try to trick him on this one, especially considering that he'd probably arrived the same way as Tobias.

< And I thought our war was bad enough. Why is it that aliens are always semi-forcibly recruiting us? >

Marco laughed, though it was pretty hollow. "Guess we're just that lucky. Everyone wants us to fight their wars for them and screw us over in the process."

He tilted his head at Tobias, considering. The whole thing sucked, yeah, but...there were perks. One of which he definitely knew Tobias would appreciate...except Marco didn't know when Tobias was from yet. "Okay, this is weird question, I know, but - what's the last thing you remember before waking up?"

< . . .the beach. Uh. > Awkward pause time.

< I kissed Rachel. > That had been. . .nice. Comforting, after the whole experience with Taylor, being tortured by the Yeerks. He still felt a little loopy, to be honest. Was this place even real?

Marco snorted. Well, that answered the question of whether Tobias was from before or after Rachel died then. "I'm sure she loved your beaky lips, bird-boy. But I'm gonna need some more detail. See, Stacy when grabs people? She doesn't actually grab them all from the same point in time. Weird, I know, but it means I need to figure out exactly when you're from. And beleive it or not, I haven't actually memorised every time you decided to kiss Xena."

Tobias gave a sort of mental shrug and tucked his head under one wing to make sure all the gunk was off of him.

< After I let myself get captured, Marco. >

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Since Jake had mentioned (http://trans-9.livejournal.com/759572.html?thread=58302740#t58302740) that Tobias was awake again, Ax put some effort into searching for his shorm. Unfortunately, the Obs Deck was very crowded at this point, which made it very hard for him to search for anything, much less a person who could be a wide variety of things.

Tobias would certainly have an easier time spotting him than the other way around.

Well, there was a familiar face! Tobias flapped his wings, then decided against trying to gain lift in this muggy air and instead sent a burst of thought-speak at his shorm.

< Ax! Over here! >

The flapping of wings was somewhat more helpful in helping Ax locate Tobias than the thought-speak was. Spying the movement, Ax turned and pushed over to the fleshy couch that Tobias was perched on.

< Tobias, > he said with an Andalite smile, < it is very good to see you again! >

He almost brought his tail-blade forward on reflex to greet him, then remembered that Tobias didn't have a tail-blade of his own (at the moment) to touch it with, and might not even know the meaning of doing so anyway.

< How are you? How much have you already been told? >

< Only that we've been recruited by an alien race to save the world. Again. > And doesn't he just sound so excited by it. He moves alogn the couch to be a bit closer to Aximilli.

< And that this place is really squishy. >

< More like 'all of reality' than 'the world', but close, > Ax said. He can understand Tobias' lack of excitement, but it's such a relief to see him again that it doesn't quite dampen Ax's own enthusiasm. < And yes, this place is quite squishy. The City is better though, and Hydroponics is excellent. >

< Oh, all of reality. Easy. No pressure at all. > This was just what he needed in life in between fighting the Yeerks and keeping those jerk crows from moving in on his meadow.

< City? Hydroponics? >

< Doing something is at least preferable to running until they eventually catch us, > Ax replied. Not that 'running' was even an option, with Stacy programmed the way she was.

< The City is a level below this one, > he explained. < In addition to obtaining and keeping people in the Pod Caverns, Stacy also retrieved buildings. There's a Garibah tree from the Andalite homeworld down there, along with many buildings that I understand have great cultural significance. Also, strangely, Cassie's house and barn.

< Hydroponics is an area where plants are grown and some animals are kept. This was a great relief to find, since prior to that, we had to eat either in the Mess Hall, where the food was a nutritious sludge, or in the Sensoriums where the ship altered your perceptions so that you could pretend you were ingesting something other than nutritious sludge. >

The crowd had gotten a little tight in the area Beastboy was in, so in an effort to put some distance between him and the cluster of swarming people he took to the air and began some lazy circles looking for familiar faces. None yet but he could be hopeful.

In the meantime as a green hawk he noticed a Red tailed one, always cool to see more animals around. Maybe he should swoop in and say hi?

Tobias was not comfortable with other birds, especially hawks, swooping in on him. The hawk in him screamed incoherently about danger and Tobias launched himself into the air, flapping madly as he scrambled away from Beast Boy. He wasn't going to get caught on the ground if this new-comer wanted a fight.

"Shree!" There was a piercing raptor's cry and Tobias circled around, eying the other hawk uncertainly.

Yikes! Beastboy scolded himself for such a "rookie" mistake. As a member of the animal kingdom he should have remembered just how not sociable hawks were as a rule. Still if like the pony he'd met earlier and any of the other earthlike animals he'd met this one could understand more then your average animal he had to find out.

So he...he did a barrel roll. A nice simple one tucking his wings in to spin to the left before opening them up and flapping clumsy to regain balance in the air. That should get some attention.

Tobias flared his wings and circled warily. Did the green hawk just do. . .a barrel roll? What kind of normal bird does that?

< . . .nice flying, > he remarks.

Whoa! That was new. Beastboy decided he needed a mouth for this and shifted from Hawk to parrot form, again having to flap to stay in the air.

"Thanks!" He called glad to have at least one animal that could use words.

Okay, turning from a hawk into a parrot that easily was even less normal than being green.

< What are you? >

"Oh well, at the moment? I'm an African Grey Parrot. Except I'm really more green then grey but eh...whattya gonna do?" He joked cheerfully dipping his wing in greeting.

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