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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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... whelp.
"Are you... okay?"
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"Apart from perhaps a slightly bruised coccyx, and a modest blow to the ego, the Jackal can assure you he is quite unharmed. Deepest apologies, oh Armored One. Would that the Jackal had spotted you prior to this most unfortunate incident, I can assure you it would not have occurred. I trust you are uninjured?"
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"You don't have to apologize, I'm fine. It'd take a lot more than a bump and a potential fall to hurt me in this." She taps the shoulder of her armor. "I'm more worried about you, who did fall. Is your bag okay?"
She wonders what's in it. Whatever it is, he must find it precious. ... or fragile.
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He's quick to stop staring, however, picking up where he'd left off only moments before. "...as you are wearing. My pardon, oh Armored One. I was distracted for but a moment. To answer your earlier question, yes, my bag has suffered no damage, and I am quite certain that since it did not in truth strike the floor, the laptop within has sustained no damage as well."
Definitely wordy. Really, really wordy.
"Might the Jackal inquire if you are one of the older crew members aboard this vessel?"
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Elle shakes her head. "No, sorry. I just... arrived here. I'm guessing you did, too?"
There really doesn't seem to be an end to his wordiness. While it doesn't throw her off too bad, she can't help but wonder why he talks the way he does. It's more than just wordy, it's the whole "the Jackal" thing. Half the time, he refers to himself in third person. Whatever for?
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After a few moments of thought on the matter, however, he shakes his head, dismissing the idea. "Likely a side effect of finding on in a most indelicate position whilst covered in a viscous substance, I am certain. No matter. As soon as a compatible power source is discovered it will be able to be sorted out. In the meantime, might the Jackal inquire as to whom he has the pleasure of speaking with?"
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"My name's Elle," she says with a friendly smile. "I've asked around enough to know that time's weird here -- even clocks and whatnot can't keep track of it. You could count days, but the day-night cycle is an imitation, so it isn't always the same length. That's probably what's throwing you off."
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Or perhaps once he's able to see about a power supply for his laptop, he might be able to come to with some program to compensate, but that is for another time. Instead, he smiles broadly. "Regardless, it is a pleasure to meet you, fair Elle. Damian Spinelli, Jackal P.I. I am at your service, should you require his assistance in whatever matters you deem fit. Although, if I may be blunt, you already seem quite equipped to handle many unforeseen circumstances of a violent nature. Might I inquire as to where you might be from that would necessitate such a level of protection?"
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Strangely, Elle finds it more comfortable answering 'where are you from?' in this place than she was back home. If she thinks about it, though, it does make some amount of sense. Here, it's less likely anyone's going to bat an eye when she mentions a region instead of a town. Just saying 'I'm from the Wasteland' back home... wouldn't help her out any.
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Fortunately, the arched eyebrows and faint look of surprise could be easily interpreted as a reaction to her being from a wasteland full of monsters. "I cannot say as there are many monsters where I'm from, although some of the fair citizens of our fine town would perhaps argue the point. At least, when it applies to those who have taken up a life in a...ah...decidedly less than legal line of work. And Port Charles has been known to house a few folks of a more villainous persuasion in the past. So, perhaps not monsters, but I have had my own share of encounters with dangerous people, certainly."
... lmao Spinelli. (btw, canon puncturing is fine with me!)
"Not as often, if you were surprised enough by my gear you felt like you had to comment on it." Not that she minds, really. "I have to admit, I'm kind of jealous. I'd love to be from a place where Deathclaws don't exist."
(promptly does so, muhahah. Okay, maybe not so promptly.)
"But you are correct. There are very few people who wear even a simple kevlar vest, let alone a full suit of body armor, in my adoptive home town. One would think given how often the various mob factions tend to escalate things, at least the PCPD would, but it is not truly the Jackal's place to say."
He broke off, pressing his lips together for a moment. "Although, perhaps if I had thought to don some similar protection prior to my trip through the air ducts to rescue fair Maximista, perhaps the demented Dr. Niles would have lowered her weapon rather than choose to attempt to use it in close proximity to the hostages."
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Elle's thoughts stop for a moment so abruptly it's almost audible. She performs a double-take and stares at the Jackal as he continues talking. There's a part of her that wants to comfort him, assure him that surely it wasn't his fault, but the rest of her is too preoccupied with what he first said.
"You know what deathclaws are?" she asks, almost cautiously.
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He seems to realize it a few seconds later, however, his mouth opening to continue, then closing again as he figures out what he's done. "Oh. Ah...well, that is to say that perhaps the Jackal is privy to knowledge of certain things that resemble deathclaws, although he has had the good luck never to encounter one in person. The Internet holds information on a vast array of topics, you see."
In theory, the explanation might work. He hopes the explanation might work. However, the fact that he's a terrible liar might, just possibly, cause some problems here.
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Nope. Sorry, Spinelli, it's a no go.
I am so sorry, I didn't realize I had a notif for this.
"Of course you wouldn't know what the Internet is," he mutters - although by his tone he's not at all cross with her. Moreso himself for forgetting for a moment that her world isn't exactly in a state where that technology still exists.
"Deepest apologies, but the idea might prove a bit difficult to explain. Where I come from, people are able to communicate through a vast network of computers that stretch across the globe. Anyone who wishes is able to access said network and instantaneously gather any information they require. And...yes, there are tales of Deathclaws to be found in there, but they do not truly exist save for in fiction, as it were. Stories that others have created from the recesses of their imagination."
it's cool, I'm monstrously slow as it is
"I... see." At the very least, she manages to smile. "Having technology like that would be a blessing in the Mojave -- but, then, I suppose you already know that, huh?" There's a moment as she struggles with an idea. "You... How much about my... How much do you know about where I come from?"