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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[youmissed]

He smiles back.

Half of it's in relief that the guy looks pretty normal, no guns pulled on him or suddenly sprouting tentacles just to see how he reacts. It's a breath of refreshingly normal air. After all this time, he's almost not even sure how to react to it. Well, okay. Make that nearly normal.

"Nice to meet - wait. That's your name?" John stumbles over his introduction. Over a year out in the Uncharted Territories and sometimes little things like oddball names catches him off-guard. He peers at 'the Doctor'. "You make it sound like you do this for a living."

There's a thought. Professional kidnappee.

[thatsveryhim.livejournal.com]

Why is it people have so much trouble lately with 'the Doctor' ('oh, he can't get an ID with that!' 'Well they can't put it on a badge, can they?' 'I'm not having Tony get the idea names can be daft things!') but no one blinks when someone goes and names their kid Moonbase One? They didn't even call them Moonbase Number, they named them after cities.

He huffs and frowns peevishly. "Never had a problem with the name so far. Eh, and I wouldn't say this, exactly..."

[youmissed]

Okay, so that's a name afterall. John suspects it's really probably an ego thing but hey, it's a big universe: for all he knows, out in this end of space it's normal to call yourself "the Doctor" or whatever you thought sounded cool. Or maybe he really is a doctor and it's just that much to the point and simple and right now John's trying to ignore how his head is starting to throb. Probably all that puking. Humans simply weren't built for that, he doesn't care what Aeryn insists. Hopefully it's not that other thing. The thing he catches the other crew on Moya giving him those looks for when they think he doesn't see them.

Yeah, not talking about that.

John drops his hand. "Any idea where we are? I thought we could get a fix but I'm not recognizing any of the constellations."

Deja vu all over again. At least the Doctor isn't tonguing him on their first meeting, so he's going to be thankful for the little things in life like that.

[thatsveryhim.livejournal.com]

He frowns a moment, glancing toward the great observation window. None of it is remotely familiar...and frankly it's a little difficult to say if that's more unsettling than the almost not-quite stars of Pete's World or not.

"I...have no idea. If Ms Stacy is right," code for 'telling the truth', "then I doubt any of us will recognize the constellations. Different universes, different constellations entirely."

Well, no. He does tend to draw the line at sapient beings as far as licking people goes.

[youmissed]

"Ms" Stacy? Huh. Talk about polite! He hasn't heard a lot of folks running around calling their ships Ms or Mr anything. Moya and Pilot would probably love this guy, he thinks, turning to follow the Doctor's gaze out the window. It's so big that John finds it dizzying and he guesses it's probably one of those human things, the part where he's simply not hardwired like Sebaceans to be instantly comfortable with seeing a big void out there. John watches the Doctor. He doesn't seem to have any problems with it at all.

"So you really think we're in a different universe entirely?" He'd just gotten used to the idea of being shot to another part of the galaxy. Another universe? John's still struggling to wrap his head around that one. "There's got to be someone who came from around here. Maybe we could try to get a common reference point."

[thatsveryhim.livejournal.com]

Actually that's less respectful than a nudge at the ship that he doesn't entirely believe her story, and not necessarily even her name. But then again it's not really disrespect, either. Traveling seven hundred years with a mostly-sentient ship will hard-wire you to treat other sentient ships with a certain automatic respect.

"Eh...wouldn't be able to until we've stopped, and even then we'd need special equipment to measure which universe we've landed in and where in that universe we are. It's a tricky process, constellations will be inherently different in ways you'll never expect." He has his hands on his hips because he has no pockets, and rocks on his heels, watching the image outside the great glassy eyes. "Or we could go down and ask the nearest locals every time."