Meet-n-Greet

[cityship]

After being released from stasis, having the slime removed from their bodies and clothed in the creepy, pulsing leaf-suit that everyone wore, and being taken to the Weapons & Possessions lockers to collect their belongings, the new arrivals would find themselves standing in the Observation Deck. Round windows lined the fleshy walls, revealing the bright display of lights that was inter-dimensional travel. They would also discover that there were people--members of the command staff and crew that had woken earlier--waiting for them.

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Re: Hey look! It's somebody who has an idea of what's going on!

[bored-admiral.livejournal.com]

"...how very delightful," she pauses hand resting on the hilt of her command sword, "I am Spaurh aronn Saicspath Nimh Laitpanr Painaigh, Admiral of the Space Forces of the Humankind Empire of Abh."

Re: Hey look! It's somebody who has an idea of what's going on!

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"If we're going to compare titles, I would win," Wednesday says with a surprisingly friendly tone. "But the name I usually go by is Mr. Wednesday."

He offers her a broad, firm, work-called hand.

Re: Hey look! It's somebody who has an idea of what's going on!

[bored-admiral.livejournal.com]

She arched a brow, her tone carefully neutral (although it is a bit condescending), "Really? How interesting."

she deigns to shake hands with him. Abh just don't do that. Instead she offers a lazy Abh salute.

Re: Hey look! It's somebody who has an idea of what's going on!

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"Mmm-hmm," Wednesday says with a little nod, offering nothing more on the subject.

He studies that salute curiously.

[bored-admiral.livejournal.com]

It's two fingers to her brow and she dropped it after a moment, one hand resting on her hip as she falls into a much more casual posture. It's probably of interest to Wednesday that underneath that plant suit is a rather attractive woman, despite the blue hair and pale skin.

Either way, she looked a bit miffed, "Who exactly is in charge around here?"

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"Captain Jean-Luc Picard, the bald French fellow." Wednesday gestures in the direction of the command staff. "Nominally, anyway. But we're still working on actually getting control of more of this ship. It's fairly certain there are hostile, or at least unfriendly, forces in control of the actual command section."

[bored-admiral.livejournal.com]

"You don't even control the ship? Really? Well, I guess one can't expect perfection..."

She sighed softly, "...I suppose I'll have to talk to them."

[anoldtrickster.livejournal.com]

"We're still figuring this out as we go along—unless you have some experience with gigantic starships made out of plant-things that you're not telling us about." Despite what he says, his tone is still pretty gentle.