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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 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.