Meet N' Greet

[cityship]

||Initiating Meet and Greet. Crew members, for the sake of morale, there will be periodic meetings on the Obs Deck so that newer members of the crew can be welcomed and so the crew can communicate with one another.||

Apparently, Stacy liked to throw a party now and again.

[ooc: Anyone may start new threads here]

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[iaijutsu]

Saitō had never been partial to the kinds of parties that didn't involve silently drinking the other Shinsengumi captains under the (figurative) table. Meetings to familiarize oneself with the rest of the crew and for the sake of morale, on the other hand - well, that he could handle.

Though his way of handling that involved a lot less socialization and a lot more quiet observation. Old habits died hard.

Ceilingsamurai is watching you smalltalk. But his posture isn't closed off enough to suggest that he's going to avoid anyone looking for a conversation, either.

Armsman and Steadholder: Fighting Crime Together!

[herhonorness]

"Captain Saito." A familiar voice says right behind you.

"*Bleee*" A familiar treecat calls out.

Sure enough, Honor and Nimitz have snuck up behind her, except that sneaking up on someone is easier said than done when one is on a spaceship populated by badasses.

"Are you well?"

just don't trust him driving the batmobile and we're good

[iaijutsu]

If he's in any way surprised or perturbed by her sudden appearance behind him, Saitō certainly isn't showing it - he just turns to face her and gives her a nod.

"Well enough. And yourself?"

[morganknight]

That was lucky, since Morgan had come up to meet new people. Having already met one, he was curious to see who else had come out -- or if anyone he knew had come out for a second time.

The answer to the second seemed to be a disappointing 'no', but he hadn't expected it anyway. That wouldn't stop him from greeting an unfamiliar face. "Welcome to waking life on the ship," he said with a smile.

Possibly of more interest than anything else was the sword Morgan wore casually on his back, its dull-gold hilt clearly visible over his shoulder.

[iaijutsu]

Saitō didn't smile back - he never did that much - but he did nod politely. "Thank you."

He made no particular effort to hide the fact that he was checking out that sword. (Predictable enough, considering the pair of swords at his own right hip.)

[boobhat]

Someone else was doing the thing where they watched people and were open to conversation but didn't quite seek it out. Hiccup was trying to get out more and was trying to be somewhat less reclusive, so he'd gone to the meet up, but he wasn't quite ready to be out and about and socializing so he'd wound up sitting off to the side.

That happened to be the same side as Saitō, though.

"You new?" he asked. There was always the chance he just hadn't run into him before.

[forging_on]

There was something about the way the man stood that attracted Presea's eye. He was aloof, sure, but not stiff. She'd spent plenty of time with warriors in her life, and that was what it reminded her of, she realized. Not surprising, given that most people here had some kind of combat experience.

But that wasn't her concern so much as the fact that he was alone. Clearly he needed a friend! With no further consideration necessary, she approached him, a blonde, willowy woman wearing a battered leather apron over her plantsuit. She was smiling.

"I don't think I've seen you here before. Welcome to Stacey," she said.

[monster_san]

Fuu was surprised to learn that people were being released from podsleep so soon after throwing off Daligig control of the ship, but it was a relief. It was different than before, though; she was aware that there were a couple of new crew members, nothing like the mass releases that she had awoken into.

But she did want to meet the new people, and become better acquainted with the older members too. Outside of Clef and Presea, she didn't know many people all that well. She walked around with a friendly demeanor, quite happy to strike up a conversation.

[dragonspooker]

While she was primarily here to see if anyone she knew had woken up, Lina did recognize Fuu from that little encounter at the armory, and gave her a small wave once she approached.

"Hey, uh." A pause. "Those were some good barrier spells you pulled off at the armory."

Awkward wording, but out-and-out thanking someone unfamiliar for covering her ass isn't quite something Lina is skilled at, or prone to do.

[killervocabulary]

One of the individuals at this meetup looked noticeably wary. Not necessarily paranoid, but cautious. She wasn't certain what to make of everything she'd been told about - and read about, in the strange book-device. A ship that sailed in the sky? Her world destroyed, not by Alduin the World-Eater, but by some strange unheard-of threat? She would expect the Elder Scrolls to have told of such a thing, much like they told of Alduin, but given that no one took the dragon prophecy serious until it was too late, well... If it had been there, it had been ignored.

On the other hand, this was all strange and peculiar enough that thinking this the result of Sheogorath's unwanted intervention in her life again wasn't too far-fetched of an idea.

So she'll keep to the side and watch - and try to make sense of everything.

[dragonlordbight]

It wasn't too long before someone picked out her wary look and where she stood off to the side. The individual in question a rather tall, well built human(or at least looked it) wearing robes fit for a governor and had the confidence of one in his stride to boot, the confidence of a dragon one could say. No weapons were visible about his form however, though that hardly meant he was not a threat as she may well know.

"Greetings, recently released from the pods I assume?" He greeted as he stopped by her, turning to half face the room at large and the new crew member.

[forging_on]

Presea had signed up for Welcoming Committee not long after arriving here herself. She could see the value in having a friendly face, especially considering the varied cultures and time periods of the new arrivals. Sometimes you needed someone who understood what you were going through.

So she sought out the wallflowers, which included this concerned-looking woman off to the side of the cluster. Presea was blonde and willowy, with a cheerful face. She was wearing a battered leather apron over her plantsuit, marked with the occasional old burn. It was her smith's apron, the only thing she had from home, and she almost never took it off.

"Hello!" she said, smiling. "I know it's quite a lot to take in at first. How are you doing?"

[governorkang]

Kang had met one of the newcomers already. He was curious about the others, though, and with his being a Councilor, he felt that he was obligated to be there to help answer questions and get people acclimated to the ship.

He stood out in a crew of mainly humans, at seven feet tall, with scales that had a bronze sheen to them, wings, and a distinctly dragonish or reptilian appearance. His clothing consisted of a dark blue kilt and tunic, a leather belt, and two gold necklaces: one a simple chain with moderately thick links, the other more delicate, with a charm in the korean language. A sword too large for a human was on his belt, as well as a dagger and a handful of small pouches.

Standing by one of the squishy couches, he scanned the crowd.

[starbolts]

Morale? Would it truly be so easy to raise it? Starfire had her doubts, but it was absolutely necessary to try.

She walked to her spot on the deck and waved a hand in greeting. "Hello, friends. I hope you are well."

[punchedoutdestiny]

Simon waves back, smiling a little. "Can't complain too much, I suppose - what about you?"

[17thangel]

Maria waves, smiling slightly.

"Hey Starfire, looks like you fared better than I did in that last brawl. How are you doing?"

[anwei]

"Hello, Starfire!" Anwei waved back and stepped through the (much smaller than normal) crowd. "I'm fine. How are you doing?"

[soulinherfists]

Allenby waved back when she spotted Starfire, even though she wasn't new and in need of orientation. She did still come under the heading of friends, after all.

And as for her own morale--well it wasn't perfect, wouldn't be that unless her other friends got released from the pods already, but maybe that could happen now that Stacy was under her own control. "Doin' great, Starfire! How are you holding up?"

[punchedoutdestiny]

Somewhere toward the center of the room stood a small, red, head-shaped mecha, generally comparable in size to an ATV. Simon lounged inside it, arms resting on the rim of the machine's cockpit while he watched the others mill about. Probably not the most dignified way for a councilor to be out and about, but he never did care to appear all fancy and stuff if he could get out of it. So the order of the day is bad posture, his ridiculous coat, and a pigmole dozin' on his head.

[17thangel]

Maria walks over and looks at the headbot, pondering for a minute.

"So you the guy with the drill bot that was out there with me?"

A Storm is Coming...a Storm of Honor!

[herhonorness]

A tall, broad shouldered young-looking woman walks by, dressed in a double-breasted blue-black naval uniform with red-gold trim, several rank starbursts on her lapel, and a white beret keeping a mess of brown hair in check. There's a pistol and sword belted at her side, and a furry animal companion of her own is perched on her right shoulder.

She strides by you, then stops with a click of her heels. She stands there for a moment. Then she turns around and stares at you and your mode of transport for a moment. She stares with a desperate expression on her face, as if by sheer force of desire she could blot it out form existence.

Then she holds out her hands in a desperate gesture and speaks. Well, tries to. No words come out for a moment. Then–

"MASS RATIOS!!!!!!!!" She roars.

[soulinherfists]

Allenby chuckled when she spotted Lagann sitting on the Obs deck just like any piece of furniture. She wandered over, leaning her elbow on the edge of the cockpit and propping her chin in one hand.

"Hey, Boota, mister Councilor," she said with a grin. "Here in your official capacity?"

[anwei]

Anwei was back in her armored jacket and pants, the sign of the Eight Wings painted on her cheekbone just in case someone from the Vizsnunishne arrived. She had her omnicomm in her pocket and a smile on her face.

This time, she wouldn't have to tell new people who arrived that the ship was in the thrall of mysterious aliens. This time, she could tell them they were free.

Well... free-er.

[googledox]

This was his first public appearance since his disappearance. After spending ample time to recover and regroup mentally, Brainiac 5 was ready to go out and face the crew, not sure if the ones who had known him once would be forgiving, not sure if the people who were new would be afraid of him.

After all, he didn't plan on hiding anything about what had happened to him or his status of being monitored if anyone asked. If he was anything, it was honest--sometime to the point of tactlessness.

To anyone looking at him, he cut an almost pitiful figure. His green skin inordinately pale, his blond hair only just starting to grow back, his already-lean body too-thin and almost emaciated, he looked like someone that had survived some sort of disaster or wasting disease. As he walked onto Obs Deck, he fiddled with the metal band on his wrist, which, curiously, looked completely solid all the way around and yet too narrow to take off.

Yet the way he held up his chin and scanned the room with bright eyes suggested that even if he'd undergone some recent hardship or illness, he was still in possession of his dignity--and maybe his ego, as well.

A thought occurred to him, as he scanned the crowd and remembered a face he was hoping to see. A furry face.

"Koko!" Brainy called, bending down to look under tables, knowing Koko sometimes liked to hide. "Koko, are you here? You had better not be hiding, you flea-bitten nuisance."

[splendid_roman]

Having not seen him before Ian couldn't tell if the way he looked was usual for him, so decided to be tactful and not mention it. "Is Koko a cat?" he asked. "Do you need some help looking for him?"