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.]

Comments

[hates-deadites.livejournal.com]

A knee-jerk reaction; Ash opened his mouth to retort something along the lines of how it hardly compared to how big her--

No...! Instead he gasped and took a step backwards in complete shock. Not only was it undead, it was a lady-kind of undead. That book! That damn book! Just when he finally thought he got away from the Necronomicon and all its vile darkness, there were damn deadites in space.

The next reaction Ash had was equally as knee-jerk; fist cocked back and tightly balled with a venomous sneer.

"Why don't you watch my fist to your face!" Then he let it fly, hard and fast.

Oh, Ash. I love him.

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

Karis had a (brief) moment of satisfaction at seeing horror spread across Ash's face. That satisfaction was shattered after she got punched in the face. It didn't hurt so much as it made her stumble backward and stun her slightly.

"What the fuck was that for, asshole?"

8')

[hates-deadites.livejournal.com]

Ash was, needless to say, disappointed her head wasn't rolling on the ground.

"I ain't fallin' for any of your deadite tricks." He snarled and pointed a stub at her angrily, realizing a little too late it was not nearly as intimidating without the chainsaw that should be on it. To compensate, he kept that other fist locked-and-loaded and spoke in everything that was not his indoor voice.

"It's bad enough you followed me back in time! I paid my dues and I said the words! You should be long gone."

I think they'll be friends. |D

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"Oh, right, let's all hate on the zombie because we're insecure in our own fucking mortality. I see how it is, Breather!" Karis shot back with a snarl, hands clenched into claws.

"You fucking Breathers are all racist! And you're a damn cripple to boot! At least I still have both hands, asshole! Hope whoever took it off enjoyed chowing down on it!"

She followed up this particular comment with a rather rude gesture from one hand.

Bestest friends

[hates-deadites.livejournal.com]

Not only was this an undead lady-type, but she was sassing him back on a much higher-level than he had ever been sassed before by any other deadite. Usually they just scream and yowl and say 'I'll swallow your soul!' or, 'Join us!' in that ever ominous, unworldly hiss.

Space deadites were clearly advanced.

"I ain't a cripple where it counts she-bitch, and F.Y.I--" He took a step forward and made another heavy swing for her head. "--my other hand works just fine!"

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

The most advanced deadites to ever live. Unlive.

You get the point.

Karis saw the punch coming that time and she raised a hand to deflect it with another hiss of rage and did her best to get out of the way. "Stop hitting me before you piss me off! We're not even supposed to be fighting here, asshole!"

[hates-deadites.livejournal.com]

The most advanced and apparently suffering from amnesia? Something was finally clicking in Ash's head that... something was amiss here, and it wasn't just someone's pulse.

"What the hell are you talkin' about?" He wrested his hand away and pointed a stern finger at her instead, face still fixed in an intense scowl.

"You and yours always try to kill me. The Promised One? Necronomicon? Book of the Dead? Any of that ringin' a bell for you, or did you leave your rotting deadite brain back in those alien snot pods?"

[teethofneedles.livejournal.com]

"Hell no! You got the wrong zombie, asshole!" Karis spat, "But I see how it is! All undead are the same, so if it's a corpse, it obviously has to be out for your precious blood or brains or whatever! You're a damn racialist and I'm not gonna stand for this!"

Karis shook a finger in his general direction, "Because where I'm from, you and yours are always trying to kill me! Again!"

[hates-deadites.livejournal.com]

It was true! She was right on the money--every undead Ash had ever met was out for his precious blood/brains/soul.

Except he had kind of made the first punch here, and if she were really like any other deadite he had ever met (even advanced space ones?) she would have punched back by now. It kind of clicked right around where he realized he was holding a conversation with something dead.

"Alright." He started grinning like had just come up with the world's most brilliant idea/gone insane and gesticulated with more intense finger pointing.

"Alright, fine. Prove it. I dare you to not kill me."