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cityship ([personal profile] cityship) wrote in [community profile] trans_92009-07-31 11:22 pm

Meet-n-Greet

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.

[identity profile] eld-vrangr.livejournal.com 2009-08-03 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
She nodded, thankful.

"Inedibility? How sad...I was hoping for something refreshing." Perhaps there was some kind of black market on ship where she could get her own food store. Angela made a mental note to explore later.

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2009-08-03 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I would conjure you some food, but that's the first of the five Principal Exceptions to Gamp's Law of Elemental Transfiguration," she says informatively. "You can't conjure good; you can summon it, transfigure it, or increase its quantity, but making it is impossible."

[identity profile] eld-vrangr.livejournal.com 2009-08-03 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Ah...Well, thanks anyway." She thought for a second. "But if told you there was a bag of vegetables in the room next door, you could conjure it? What about if I said there was food somewhere nearby, but didn't give a specific location?"

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2009-08-03 09:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Luna blinks slowly, staring at her wand. "I could summon, it yes, and I don't need an exact location, though it does help. If we had a larger space, though, it wouldn't work. If I was in my house and I knew a bag of potatoes was somewhere in the world, if I said 'accio', it wouldn't work. One needs to have an exact target."

[identity profile] eld-vrangr.livejournal.com 2009-08-03 09:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"You found me out." She smiled ruefully. "Its probably easier to deal with the food here, then. Can't know till you try it, anyway."

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2009-08-03 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Luna stares at the woman, mouth partially open. It occurs to her that she doesn't know the mysterious lady's name, and she realizes that this could be a problem in future. "I'm Luna," she says, seemingly without prompt, her tone just as dreamy and detached as always despite the typical feeling of warmth involved in introduction.

[identity profile] eld-vrangr.livejournal.com 2009-08-03 10:40 pm (UTC)(link)
With slight surprise, she answered, "Angela. Good to meet you." She meant it, both personally and as a reference for future use. Luna looked like the type to have interesting information, and she seemed agreeable enough. The herbalist stored her name away among others.

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2009-08-03 10:47 pm (UTC)(link)
A pause, a smile. "Angela. One of the Seekers on the Gryffindor Quidditch team is named Angela." Her thoughts drift in that general direction for a moment before she blinks and comes back to the present. "I heard something about rooms where you can imagine your surroundings to be however you want. I'm thinking of paying of them a visit. Would you mind? You could come, if you like."

[identity profile] eld-vrangr.livejournal.com 2009-08-03 11:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Her stomach began complaining as Luna zoned out. "An illusion? Sounds intriguing, but maybe later. I might search out some of that inedible food. Can't remember the last time I ate." She picked up her weapon case. "How about we wander around together until we find one or the other?"

[identity profile] isee-snorkacks.livejournal.com 2009-08-04 02:16 am (UTC)(link)
"Sounds lovely," she replies, offering Angela an only-mildly-distracted smile. Having already picked the hallway she wanted to try before stopping to talk to Angela, Luna turns and heads towards one of the doors, her pace just as slow and dreamy as everything else about her. Her eyes seem to be glued to the ceiling.