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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[shootingblancs]

"Please, don't thank me for something like that," he grinned again, intentionally keeping the mood up."

Michael caught her change of subject, but decided to roll with it. As the lady wished. "I've been here for... huh, guess it's almost been a year," he mused. "Kinda hard to tell time out in the Bleed. But it's been a while."

[opsys-stylist.livejournal.com]

A whole year? She'd comment on that but, "The bleed?" Had that been mentioned before? She knew she hadn't been paying as much attention as she should have been. He'd said it casually, but...

"That doesn't sound fun."

[shootingblancs]

He quirked his head to the side, indicating the windows of the Obs Deck with the motion - or, more specifically, the mottled space beyond it that twisted and turned and moved in ways that were beautiful if a bit unsettling. "The Bleed," he said. "We're in it right now. Think of it like the universe between universes."

"It's not like any space I've ever seen, and I've seen a lot of space."