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Meet and Greet
The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers.
Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicomms and comm rings. They are also told they must read information about their current situation and a survival guide with their new omnicomm. New crewmates might see a tall dragonish guy with wings (but don't call him that), a large afro attached to a smaller girl, and talking ponies 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. But thankfully this time, there's a system that was set up to aid the new crew members with a few more experienced ones.
[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. Big brother/sister, there will be a thread for you as well!]
Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicomms and comm rings. They are also told they must read information about their current situation and a survival guide with their new omnicomm. New crewmates might see a tall dragonish guy with wings (but don't call him that), a large afro attached to a smaller girl, and talking ponies 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. But thankfully this time, there's a system that was set up to aid the new crew members with a few more experienced ones.
[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. Big brother/sister, there will be a thread for you as well!]
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God, where was he even going to get a new one?
He's hesitant to trust anyone right now, least of all someone telling him about torture going on here.
"What do you want?"
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Howard's using his condescending 'trying to figure out how to push your buttons' tone that he loves so dearly.
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"...Miles. Miles Morales." More half-brother, actually, since his mom was Puerto Rican. Even though he's loosening a bit, Miles still had his guard pretty high up.
Worse comes to worse, he'll just use the venom blast thingy and run as fast as he could. Nothing to worry about.
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"Howard Bassem. So what's your story? Crazy Stacy doesn't exactly draft you for her army unless you've got crazy super powers or you're a total basketcase."
Howard falls into the basketcase category. He's guessing Miles does too, because usually people with superpowers here either act like it's a big secret or walk around like they own the place, and Miles is doing neither.
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And yes, that is a hint of envy is Howard's voice. Not because he gives a damn about any kind of structured education (he and school get along like worms and lawnmowers), but just because it would be nice to not have to go to his middle school.
"But that totally doesn't count. I mean, my world has flesh-eating worms. My buddy's got zombies. And this other chick I know is legit dead. 'Prep school' doesn't count as a life story in this neck of the woods."
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Flesh eating worms. Zombies. Dead people.
Great. Just great.
"There's superheroes and stuff, I guess, where I'm from. Spider-Man and the Human Torch."
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That would imply Howard's capable of feeling guilt."Oh man, don't tell me you know Spider-Man. I ran into him a few times here and he's a colossal racist tool. And he made fun of my car, which I pretty much freaking built..."
Bitter bitter bitter.
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"Uh, I only really saw his funeral, and... wait, Peter Parker was racist? Seriously?" He really didn't like the idea that his superhero idol, which he failed to save, was a racist jerk.
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And clearly everyone should take advice on how to destress from Howard. The perpetual dark circles around his eyes, fingernails bitten down to bleeding and general air of 'hasn't slept in 24 hours' are totally not the product of stress.
"He told me I was obsessed with race and hypersensitive because I pointed out that you could count the number of black people on the ship with your thumbs. So you know, not white hood racist, but annoying dumbass racist." Howard shrugs. He's over it. Mostly. "Wait, he's dead in your world?"
That almost makes Howard feel bad for yelling at hi- oh wait no it doesn't.
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"Yeah. Has been for a little while now. That's... ask me, that's gotta be some other Spider-Man or something because... jeez." The guy who was saving New York while it was practically drowning? He wasn't buying that he could be such dumb jerk.
Rubbed his head again, sighing. This was not a good day for him. "I just wanna go home."
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Howard actually feels a little bad for pretty much raining on Miles' already nonexistent parade.
"That's nice." Howard sounds just a little snide. "My home sucks and I hope it's gone for good. Maybe I'll hitch a ride back to yours instead. Once we've disabled the torture system, I wasn't kidding about that one. Apparently we leave the ship when the war's over and not a second sooner."