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. They are also told they must read information about their current situation and a survival guide with their new omnicom. New crew-mates might see a tall dragonish guy with wings (but don't call him that) and purple 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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[whotheman.livejournal.com]

Now that he was fully clothed in the plantsuit - why couldn't he have his pinstripe brown suit and the Converse that went with it? Though, that wasn't to say he wasn't appreciative of the clothing material. Now it made things just a little less awkward. Just a bit. Everything else needed to be explained and he had hoped that they would. But, right, right - now was the time that he had to find out the answers to his questions.

And, boy, did he have a lot of them. Let's hope that those here had enough patience to deal with the aforementioned questions.

Though, he was glad to see that he had his sonic screwdriver, the stethoscope, his glasses and a few other things from his pockets. He wasn't sure just how to carry all of it, though. His actual suit had the nice thing of pocket dimensions to go along with it, but he supposed that he'd be able to find one of them around here. Hopefully.

For now, though, he looked through the crowd to find a familiar face or two. Surely he and Jenny couldn't be the only ones from his world here, right?

[bonnypiperlad]

It was good to see the Doctor again, Jamie thought, as he made his way through the Obs Deck. Oh, it wasn't his Doctor, and he wished he was, but at least it was one he was familiar with this time. It was something.

He wondered, though, how exactly he was going to explain this to Victoria or the others. He's still not quite sure how having more than one of them awake at one time worked, not really. It made it a wee bit difficult to properly describe things.

As he slipped past one of the meat couches, he caught sight of the Doctor again, looking for familiar faces of his own, and holding...quite a bit of stuff in his hands. Stuff that hadn't been there a few minutes ago when Jamie had left. Now he knew the plantsuit didn't have pockets, and he hadn't recalled seeing anything on the floor - so where had it been? Curious, Jamie wandered back over.

"Doctor? Where'd that all come from? Did ye go to Weapons and Possessions after I left?"

[whotheman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor turned around to face Jamie - ah, yes. Jamie McCrimmon, one of the many companions that he had back when he was still early on in his regenerations. Still, he gave him a smile as if meeting an old friend he hadn't seen in years.

"My locker, apparently. It even had my own nameplate on the door," he commented as if that was vital information to share. "But, I've been here for a few moments just about. I don't think you left, though, unless if it was to get something to drink. Are there things to drink?"

[bonnypiperlad]

He's only been here a few moments? That couldn't be right. Jamie shook his head in denial. "No, we were just talking, right over there." He gestured at another area of the Obs deck, giving a rough idea of where they had been. "And I left to go see if I could find Victoria, although I'm not sure how I'm going to explain how it is you've got a different face again."

The apparent non-sequitur about the drink was confusing, however, and he stopped in puzzlement, giving the Doctor a decidedly confused look. "Hey?"

After a few seconds of thinking it through, however, the only conclusion he could come to was that the Doctor was thirsty. While he supposed he could direct him to the Tavern or tell him about those needles that liked to appear to keep the crew from getting dehydrated, he had a much better solution.

"Oh! Aye, I've got something here that might help." Reaching down to pull up his sporran, he started to rummage through it. And although on the outside it appeared to be the same size as it always was, his arm quickly disappeared nearly up to his shoulder, as if he were rummaging through a space that was much bigger on the inside rather than the outside. It's something new, as Jamie's sporrans have been, well, decidedly normally sporran-sized in the past.

He pulled out a small canteen and offered it out. "Here ye are, Doctor. It might be a bit stale-tasting, but it's water."

[whotheman.livejournal.com]

Well, now the Doctor was confused. He certainly didn't remember being over in that particular spot and conversing with Jamie there. To him, he had just met up with him again and that was it. Nothing more, nothing less. Though, he tried to put the pieces together to give him the benefit of the doubt, but even with that, he just couldn't.

"I don't think I was there. I've been here the entire time since I woke up... here..." He did give some pause when Jamie went to get the canteen, still lost in his momentary confusion about the matter at hand. Was someone walking around having his face and that was why Jamie was confused? To him, that sounded logical enough and could settle the problem that was between him.

"How'd you get the sporran to increase, Jamie?" he asked, still working on his explanation in the back of his mind. He didn't want to cause any further alarm, though.

[makeherblue]

Look through a crowd and you'll always find someone staring back.

It's true in this case. The Doctor finds himself face to face, with, well, himself.

He finds himself staring at the hair. Oh yes, the hair. All the spikey bits. He remembers the hair and the sideburns and the bad skin that went with it -- even misses it, just a little -- and that's not even the part where he remembers dying and shifting and suddenly he was another man entirely, except not, all at the same time. Bit awkward, yeah. Still, sooner or later they're going to meet face to face and if there's ever a safe place to ignore all the Laws of Time and encounter your past self, it's Stacy. Maybe they ought to start assigning names if more of him keep popping up. "Doctor" and "Doctor" isn't going to be much help if you need a specific one.

He doesn't head over immediately. Instead he fusses with his hair and then his tweed jacket, straightening his bowtie as if he's concerned about looking presentable for himself.

Bowtie: ready.

Jacket: still lacking in the proper pocket department.

Chin: still unfortunate, but he learned to live with it.

The Doctor thinks he's about as ready as a man could get to talk to his old self.

"Hello!" He strides over through the crowd, taking big gangly strides until he's close enough to shake his younger self's hand. There's a slight...he doesn't know how to describe it, a spark between them at the contact, this invisible charge running up his wrist and down his spine. "There you are! You're looking very well," he adds kindly, aiming for polite.

There's no non-awkward way to say you look good for a man about to regenerate, but anyway, after all.

[whotheman.livejournal.com]

How very ironic that the Doctor - this one - was thinking the exact same thing. If it was possible to run into your own clone, then his previous regenerations weren't out of the picture, right? But, that would get confusing fast if you needed one of them and they all responded to "Doctor." Still, it was something he could deal with when he's more acclimated.

What does snap him out of his thoughts was the man approaching him. He wonders about the bowtie, and if he was aware that this was the future him, well - he would have asked about his choice to wear a bowtie of all things. Then again, all of the Doctors had their own fashion choices. (Some weirder than the others, at that.)

"Hello there!" he says, shaking his hand. He notices the little invisible spark between them, idly placing that in the back of his mind. "Why thank you - you are, too. Might I ask for your name?"

He has a feeling that he was about to get even more confused about his current situation. Just a bit.

[makeherblue]

The Doctor peers into his other self's eyes. His smile is distant. Impossibly old. "I think you already know my name. But I suppose if you're here, we better sort out what we call each other."

He waits for it to sink it what he means. They shouldn't even be making physical contact and this is the part where he could go into loads and loads of complicated explanations about time streams and things like that but he supposes he could put it as everything's wibbly to the point of being wobbly and that's the gist of it, basically. Stacy and her effect within all those universes might just be the only thing allowing them to interact without changing either of their own individual timestreams. The Doctor tilts his head, studying his past self. Waiting.

So far no new memories coming in. He doesn't recall meeting himself, staring at his own bowtie, having this exact conversation.

[whotheman.livejournal.com]

Oh! Oh, now things made sense! It was sort of like how he was able to meet his fifth regeneration, even with how weird that encounter went. But, as far as the tenth regeneration was concerned, he didn't feel any new memories come to him - especially with his future self (was he his next regeneration? It was likely, but it was nice to have some healthy skepticism) standing right in front of him.

"Tenth?" he suggested. "If we go with that, then that would make you the Eleventh, wouldn't it?" he pondered aloud, already talking a mile a minute at the possibilities.

[syncopath]

The Master had realized that podpops were at least as advantageous as they were annoying-- not because he was looking for anyone in particular that he 'missed', but because the odds were decent he might stumble upon someone who ended up here alone, with no familiar company. In that case, why not take this poor soul under his wing before anyone else got the chance?

Everything surely would have gone according to plan if the Master hadn't run into arguably the last person he ever wanted to see right now. Rassilon, if that little visit hadn't been enough.

"Oh, don't tell me they decided it was a good idea to bring you back permanently."

[whotheman.livejournal.com]

As if the little visit he had wasn't enough with the Master, the Doctor had decided that he was going to at least be civil.

"Apparently they did," he said with a little shrug. "Maybe they decided I could help them more than being asleep in that pod."

[syncopath]

"Their mistake," the Master snapped. He himself had no intention of remaining civil. One Doctor aboard this ship was difficult as it was, but two? The Daligig couldn't possibly thought that would work out.

"Then again," and the corner of his mouth curled up as he had a sudden thought, "A genocide could be just what we need to win this war. And you're certainly the expert on that."

[whotheman.livejournal.com]

Evidently, they did. And now it was time for yet again another reunion between them.

Though, the jab toward the genocide he committed wasn't appreciated and he pulled a bit of a face at that. "You should know my stance on violence by now," he said in a matter-of-fact way.

[sunlightsister]

Celestia might not be a familiar face, but she was a striking creature. Winged pony unicorns were rather unusual, after all. And she was rather curious to finally participate in this ceremony of meeting - she had missed her own, after all.

"Greetings, fellow creature," she said warmly to one particular individual. "Do you require any assistance?"

[whotheman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor was looking through the crowd - talking with a few people here and there and also trying to find his companions, amongst other people - but what stopped him was Celestia.

Oh, oh - now there was a beautiful unicorn. His eyes lit up in wonder and he approached her to close the space that was between them.

Okay, so Stacy wasn't that bad if she had creatures like this one aboard.

"Hello, there!" he greeted, warmth in his tone as well. "I think I've got some of it down, but I wouldn't be opposed to knowing more!"

[sunlightsister]

"I would be happy to answer your questions as best I can," she said, smiling. This creature certainly appeared to have a happy disposition! "Welcome to Stacy - I am Princess Celestia. I am sorry that we could not meet under better circumstances. What do you wish to know?"

[whotheman.livejournal.com]

He was more than happy, Celestia! He was delighted at seeing something as magnificent as you. "I'm the Doctor, Celestia - just the Doctor will do," he replied before shaking his head. Even with such circumstances as these, he was determined to make the best of them.

"Whatever you're willing to share! But, what I'd really like to know is if you've seen a blue police box around. It's kind of important to me." 'Kind of' was a gross understatement - him and the TARDIS went a long ways back and it was almost insulting to say "kind of", but he wasn't sure if she knew of the TARDIS or not. It was better to be sort of vague in these matters.

[bequiet_hescreamed]

Clef wasn't a familiar face, but he was a cute unfamiliar face with purple hair. Surely this counted for something. He was wandering along as though in a dream, uncertain if he wanted to stay or sneak off and try to find the crew quarters. He shouldn't be so bent out of shape about all of this - his world was dying, anyway - but now it was gone and he had to help save the universe. He was genuinely curious about the ship wanted to go off and find a place to fit in and get right down to everything, but this was a lot to take in all at once. Being crammed onto a deck with hundreds of other people didn't seem like the way to do it. On one hand, this was his best chance of having any questions answered, but on the other hand he couldn't really think of what to ask right now. He wanted to go and do this somewhere quiet.

As he wandered around the deck indecisively, he tended to look up at others' faces. Were these other people having as much trouble coping with this whole thing as he was? What about that smart-looking not-ginger guy over there? That man looked, if anything, excited and eager to find some people he knew and get his questions answered. Could he secretly be thinking, "oh no, what the hell am I doing here?" Or was Clef seriously the only person having this problem?

[whotheman.livejournal.com]

Stacy just kept on giving and giving, didn't she? To the Doctor, this was getting better and better. There was a unicorn, Clef himself, and other creatures he saw around here. He did wish that he was fitted with his proper clothing - again, the matter came to why he didn't have his suit to make a proper greeting to everyone. Sigh. He supposed that would come later, if he could find something that resembled it around here.

However, he decided to approach Clef and hold his hand out in a kind gesture. "Hello, there! Are you new or have you've been here before?" he asked, smiling to show that he was trustworthy - and he was, thank you very much.

[bequiet_hescreamed]

"I am new!" Clef replied. Although he was somewhat startled at being approached randomly by a very enthusiastic stranger, he didn't want the other man to think he was rejecting his friendly gesture. Handshakes being unfamiliar to him, he made his best guess and took the outstretched hand in both of his own, bowing slightly.

"My name is Clef. Nice to meet you."

[whotheman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor was a little confused at the gesture, but he didn't seem to mind it too much. After all, through all of his travels, he had met different creatures and customs, so this wasn't something entirely new. He decided to do a slight bow himself, making sure to not drop the items he had in his arms at the same time.

"I'm the Doctor, Clef. It's a pleasure to meet you, and yes, before you ask - it's just 'the Doctor', nothing more."

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

After the fiasco of the Master being hatched out of the pods last time, River had taken a more militant approach when it came to meeting the new arrivals. She couldn't keep an eye out for every potential enemy that popped from a pod, but she could damn well try.

Without the TARDIS, it's impossible for her to recognize this version of the Doctor. He's far too young and she hasn't reached that point in her time stream. Still, there's something about his face that gives her pause. She's seen it somewhere before. She just can't place where. It's somewhere among the photographs of his many regenerations that are hidden among her book of spoilers.

Still, she'd had less to go on last time when the Master had arrived. Best go with her instincts on this one.

"Hullo there."

[whotheman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor turned around from where he was standing to face River, not being able to place a name to her face regrettably. Although, that wasn't a reason to not be civil towards her. After all, he had no reason to go on the defensive here just yet.

"'Ello!" he said, waving his hand. He tried to handle the items he had in his hands so that he could shake hands with her in the process. "What's your name?"

[hullo-sweetie.livejournal.com]

It wasn't too disconcerting for her. Not yet. She assumed since he didn't know her, he couldn't be the Doctor. The Doctor knew her, he always knew her.. He couldn't possibly forget about her. Smiling, extends her hand towards him for a hand shake. He couldn't be the Doctor. He just couldn't be. Yet she felt this eery feeling....

"I'm Doctor River Song. And you?"

[whotheman.livejournal.com]

The Doctor shakes River's hand, giving it a nice, firm shake. He gives her a smile in return - though, he never really stopped smiling unless if something made him mad.

"The Doctor, just 'the Doctor' will do. It's a pleasure to meet you, River!"