watch out for falling space debris.

[ceoqueen]

who. Anyone and everyone on the station.
what. Two shuttles come through the relay. Only one makes it through intact - and it's the one bringing in the new recruits.
where. All around the station, but most of the action will probably take place on and around the landing pads.
when. Right now.
warnings. General, mass hysteria. Not much else.

It's that time again. Time for that shuttle to come through the relay and bring in a new batch of people that don't know where they are or why. This is something that everyone has gotten used to, and doesn't think much of.

This time, though, something is different. And because no one is expecting it, it catches the entire station by surprise. Two shuttles come through the relay, and while that's more than surprising enough, what happens next, no one is expecting.

One of the shuttles explodes. Out in the dead of space between the relay and the station, it bursts into a thousand smaller pieces. The debris left behind tells nothing of what had been on the shuttle, or who for that matter, but the fact remains that this wasn't supposed to happen.

Which means people are going to wonder why it happened in the first place.

With the newcomers arriving on the station, there's going to be enough confusion going on, but with the shuttle explosion tacked on to the end? It's going to raise some suspicion.

This log is not only for the newcomers to mingle about, but also to gauge reactions about the shuttle exploding. To speculate on why it happened, and generally allow for all kinds of reactions all throughout the station. You can assume that by the time the shuttle with our new characters has landed, news of the explosion has travelled through most of the station. Please see the OOC post for more information.

Have fun, and try not to freak out too much.

Comments

[tradecraftdude]

It was pretty much pure chance for Marco to be in the shuttle bay when the explosion happened, and he wasn't sure if he should call that being in the right place at the right time or the wrong place at the wrong time. In any case, that just meant he was a witness to the subsequent freaking out and confusion, especially after the surviving shuttle managed to dock and discharge its load of bewildered newcomers.

He's head to toe in Eclipse armor, a combination of paranoia from people recognizing him as one of the mercs and being opposed to walking around in the open without some layer of protection. Of course, that doesn't actually make him any more of an imposing figure than usual, since the armor doesn't make him any taller. So, call it a pleasure at seeing someone who also wasn't contributing to the population of big scary dudes on the station, as well as a fascination about aliens that still somehow hasn't faded after being on a space station for months; he laughs when the grey lump of grump rolls off the shuttle.

"Hey, complaining is my job! The party's only just starting!"

FINALLY

[papshooshing]

Said grey lump of grump's scowl intensified the moment he was spoken to. Naturally he was going to lash out at the first thing that gave him the opportunity to do so. Karkat sized up the human - age unknown since Karkat was absolute shit at telling how old humans were - with a growl. He had no way of knowing if this was a universe native or someone that arrived here like he did. The truth was that he had already memorized the faces of those that were in the shuttle with him. Already Karkat figured that none of them were even worth the time and effort it would take to introduce himself and get to know their names. It didn't matter, Karkat realized, where this human male originated from. He was about to get Karkat's special brand of scathing sarcasm peppered with an irritated rant.

"First of all, keep your goddamn distance. I don't want to chance picking up whatever terminal illness you are more than likely carrying. Secondly, who died and made you the sole heir to the complaining dynasty? Sub point of "secondly" - I will complain all I fucking want and I just dare you to try to prevent this primed rant from spilling forth from these rage pumped jaws of mine. Thirdly, laughing and calling this a party does not make it so. Fourthly, fuck you for good measure because that laugh was just irritable and I hope you choke on your meaty vocal chords. Finally, is that how you greet everyone? I'd say I'd give you an "A" for effort - which really makes no goddamn sense when you think about it but you humans confuse the hell out of me as is - but I'm not so gracious."

sorry for slowtag!

[tradecraftdude]

Marco only stood and blinked at the sudden waterfall of verbal assault pouring over him; it wasn't that he was shocked into silence, but more that he had to reconfigure his initial assessment that the nubby-horned thing was going to be an easy taarget to pick on. Here, clearly, was someone deserving of more energy and attention. Especially since he fully intended to hold his ground as top whiner in town.

"Okay, dude, listen up. You're new here, so I'm gonna go easy on you. But first, at least I don't look like a rotting zombie; second, we rule by democracy where I come from, therefore I earned my position by consensus of the public opinion; sub-point second, I could seriously like put you down in a fight so don't even go there; third, it's totally a party because I said so; fourth, thank you; finally, no, that's just how I greet gross-looking alien dudes. What planet are you from, huh?"