The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. New crew-mates might see a tall man in green armor and snake girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]

There was a city.

Traci moved into the observation deck, weak-legged. For someone whose entire being relied on something so simple as something as a place where people lived--it was like watching something you could never have--it was empty. She had felt it, while finding her staff, and then she had found the tube which had pulled her to the surface. And there the city had been, empty and huge and lifeless.

She wanted milk and cookies. Tea. Something comforting.

Her Staff was warm in her hand, but felt weak with shock--sick.

Traci sat down, hard, on a squishy green thing, staring at the huge statue in front of her, curled up around her staff, and said, quietly, "Well, shit."

||Pod Release Protocols Initating,|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to all the podmates.

In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There was condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.