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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[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, loads of fun. I died. I woke up nine years in the future. I almost got killed by genocidal robots. The kids I was traveling with got taken by Skynet. I got blown up by a landmine and found out I was one of the genocidal robots. I woke up here on the ship from hell. Met you, except not the you I met earlier." No, Marcus isn't happy about any of that.

"Still got my brain, I think." he points out helpfully, throwing panic-attacking Allison a slightly concerned look. "And my heart." Also, he doesn't particularly want to kill any of you.

[antitachyonic.livejournal.com]

"Good. Change the rules." That's all the answer you're getting for the moment, Marcus, because a girl having a panic attack is a little more important.

John has odd ways of determining the importance of things today.

"Allison." Touching her shoulder. "Breathe. It's fine. Metal doesn't always mean Skynet, really."

Which might not be the best thing to say but what the hell does John really know about how to deal with this.

[godelsolution.livejournal.com]

She really doesn't know what that means, John. And she really needs to sit, but she doesn't know where. "He knows what Skynet is and he's metal.

Maybe he should take her gun away. Before she realises she has one.

[tasted-death.livejournal.com]

Neither of them are making sense, although that's at least to be expected in Allison's case, and Marcus is going to try to edge away quietly before the panic attack turns into something significantly more violent. Like shooting him.