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

[makoed.livejournal.com]

Somehow, Cloud had a feeling that whatever answers they received, it wouldn't be to their liking. "Yeah, let's hope for that." He added, then turned to focus his attention back to the spilling refugees in hopes of catching sight of someone.

"If no one shows up, how long do we have to wait until the pods open again?"

[sonofthewarrior.livejournal.com]

"Hm. I'd say a couple of months-- a few months, maybe. It's ... a while. It feels like a while."

Or maybe it just did to him. Nanaki couldn't tell.

[makoed.livejournal.com]

Maybe it was better that he didn't ask. That sort of knowledge didn't help him at all. He didn't really have a response for it, either. Instead, he kept his focus on the inhabitants leaving while trying not to think too heavily on the ones who were possibly still trapped in those pods. Everyone.

At least ... they were safe?