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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[alexaddin.livejournal.com]

"~I'd have to agree there, even if I haven't had a concept of personal space in three thousand years,~" Ifrit intones.

"I'm sure he didn't mean anything," Alex pouts, looking at his hand.

"~Sure, Kid, sure, no ill will. Well, look what can happen with no ill will. But you might want to find out what the rules are around here about offensive spellcasting before you let things like that go any further. And no, let's not assume that just because this Stacy's a kidnapper, she has no rules.~"

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"You were thinking it. You couldn't be igging me harder if you were showing heat on me!" Punchy says, clearly frustrated, and drops his hands (and puppet) down by his side. "Don't know why you all are being such dicks. This should be the bombest thing to ever happen and all you do is front and," he gestures from Ifrit to Soren, "side with him."

Clearly, Punchy is just not getting why people would be short-tempered with him. It's an icredibly obscure and difficult concept, guys!

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

"Really?" says Soren, dropping his tome to his side and... pretty much forgetting anything else. "This is the 'bombest' thing to ever happen? You're glad that our worlds were destroyed? You're glad that everyone you ever knew is dead?"

He's not the easiest person to get along with by any means, but even he understands that if what they've been told is true, people have died by the millions. Billions. More.

[alexaddin.livejournal.com]

Alex just stays where he is and bites his lip.

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

"I - I didn't - I wasn't..."

But Soren's right. He didn't think this through. He got so caught up in the drama, the adventure, that he didn't bother to process what was directly in front of him: the deaths of countless people, countless individuals. Mothers and fathers and heroes and villains and dumb, idealistic kids like him and their best friends.

His mother and father. His classmates. Vee and Duke and Destra. Flora.

Puppet's blank eyes, dressed in miniatures of his sister's clothes, are almost taunting him. Isn't this exactly what you wanted? Didn't you realize you can only be special when everyone else is dead?

"I can't breathe," he says quietly, before sitting down hard.

[alexaddin.livejournal.com]

Alex is about to cry himself, but his thick, teary voice says "Ifrit. Paper bag, please," as he looks at punchy.

When the bag appears, Alex steps over, puts it in Punchy's hands, and says, "Breathe into this. Dr. Gaudin says it works."

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Soren is a cold, distant individual almost all of the time, but at this sudden display of emotion, he backs off. He didn't mean to upset Alex, either. But it is true. Most of the people from their respective worlds are, in fact, deceased.

"If what we were told is true," he says, "What has lost can be regained. It is up to us."

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

Punchy has no idea who Dr. Gaudin is, but he nods and takes the bag anyway, giving Alex a hopefully-reassuring pat on the shoulder. The tears in Alex's eyes startle him, and after a few deep breaths into the paper bag he gets back up. Alex is just a kid. He needs comforting more. Punchy loosely puts an arm around Alex in a protective, almost fraternal gesture.

"So I guess we got no good excuses to mess this up, then," he says to Soren.

[alexaddin.livejournal.com]

" 'Course we will," Alex mutters, appreciating the arm.

[facepunching.livejournal.com]

Soren nods. "We do not. Their fate rests with us."

And for him, that's really all there is to say. He will see the revival of Tellius.

But he doesn't tell either of them not to cry.

[masterofnun.livejournal.com]

Punchy doesn't. He hasn't cried since the day Lil Wayne got sent to jail and he has no intentions of crying now. But he has taken on a much more serious tone.

He looks down at Alex, then back to Soren. "Okay, so, what's next on the sched?"

[alexaddin.livejournal.com]

Alex is going to cry a little bit, because he's ten and tiny, but he'll brush them off soon with the back of the hand not wearing Ifrit's ring.

"Guess we each gotta see where we can help."

[alexaddin.livejournal.com]

Alex does cry a little, but soon wipes the tears off with the back of the hand not wearing Ifrit.

"Well, we'll each figure out where we can help, right?"