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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[hi_there_aliens]

If only that were true. Glasses meant someone who had defective eyes and may possibly go into a panic if they can't find their glasses. And god help them if they get eye grease on them while in the field.

Daniel took the offered hand, matching the squeeze and realizing belatedly he should have offered the other one. Good going Jackson. Could you make it anymore awkward for him?

"Daniel," He corrected. Only one person called him "Danny" and he wasn't here. He looked over, following the man's look. "No, that's Kang. He's a Councillor. I guess you could ask him too, he's been around pretty long. Sorry, I didn't catch your name?"

[hates-deadites.livejournal.com]

Poor little bespectacled Danny, whom Ash was going to continue to call in all likelihood.

"Kang?" He scoffed. "Sounds like somethin' out of a comic book..." But, no--lizard lips over there was as real as could be. Definitely didn't want to get on his bad side, Ash decided, especially as a Councillor.

"Name's Ash."

[hi_there_aliens]

Or something from the Simpsons. Daniel was never going to quite forgive Jack for making him spending a Halloween watching a Simpsons Special instead of doing something productive. Like read the new book on the ancient Egyptian burial customs from the First Intermediate Period to the Middle Kingdom.

Ash. Was that it? Maybe it was short for something. He didn't look like an Ashley.

"Just don't tell him that. I don't think he'd like it. So what did you do before all this?"

[hates-deadites.livejournal.com]

If only Ash (that was, yes, Ashley J. Williams aka A Horrible Name to Have) knew what a huge nerd he was.

"Me? Ex-wage slave. That's retail, pal. S-Mart, nine-to-five, weekends off. Born 'n raised in Michigan." He paused briefly, remembering not everyone was from earth around here--lizard lips over there case-in-point.

"Michigan, uh... Earth. 1981, last I remember, not that it means much after all that happened." Well, that, and now this too.

"I had a simple life..."