Meet and Greet

[cityship]

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!]

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[jackalpi]

Spinelli blinks, looking at Elle in a rather puzzled sort of way, forgetting for a few seconds that the reason for his knowledge isn't something easily explained to someone who comes from a place where they actually exist. "Well, but of course. Doesn't everyone?"

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.

[quixotically]

"But you... named them. And... what... is the Internet?"

Nope. Sorry, Spinelli, it's a no go.

I am so sorry, I didn't realize I had a notif for this.

[jackalpi]

That was dumb of him, and he realizes it. He grimaces, mentally kicking himself for that slip-up.

"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

[quixotically]

Luckily for Spinelli, Elle has read the survival guide and gone over the first conversation with the Daligig. She's already familiar with the concept that her reality may be fiction to others, but to meet someone in person who knows of the "story"... It's... strange. And more than a little unnerving.

"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?"