A rather tall kitsun takes a seat by the bar. Her long strewberry blong hair is neatly trucked into her black cloak. "Hmm? Barkeep?" , as she spoke, Cassie lazy brush a lose strand of hair out of her face.
They can't for the life of them understand why nobody liked being ruled by a group of manic depressive demigods - 4chanHaving been given a blessing from his Chaplain, which was worded almost synonymously with an order, Brother Simon found himself signing up for exploration in the Aether. He pulled his collar down and took his hat off as he stepped into the lounge. Compared to his apartment back home, this place was a palace. After a moment of fidgeting with his rosary, he took a seat at the bar and quietly ordered a Bourbon Coffee, a concoction he referred to as a "Nerve Tonic."
A hallway connecting to the building found itself filled with the heavy, bassy clink of power armored boots meeting polished floor tile. It was slow, rhythmic and methodical not through effort on the part of the person making the noise, but primarily because that was what walking was like.
Several seconds later, Isaure Simeoneov walked into the lounge. Her suit of armor
◊ was closer to an exoskeleton with fatigues and a helmet, but was still capable of hard vacuum, which was really all one needed in a suit of armor. The amplifier on her back was in "sleep" mode - not active, but ready to be called back online if need be.
The guitar she was carrying looked somewhat similar to this
◊, though the blade was very much real - and indeed, looked close to a high-frequency blade. The guitar itself was connected to her body via a strap.
If one were to look at her expecting a face, all they would see would be a blue holographic skull, made of hundreds of different points of light. Stranger still, moving around the head would not result in the same skull staring at you - you would see the side of the skull. It was a true 3-D holographic projection that somehow managed to exist on the 2-D plane of the helmet's surface.
Or, in the words of many, "magic fuckery".
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"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Perched on Isaure's left shoulder sits a relatively small creature, not much bigger than a large housecat: A Wyrmling with leathery wings, a long, thin snout, and black-and-red scales.
The Wyrmling takes a look around the lounge, then nudges against Isaure's head. "Hey Rockstar", he says to her, "the seat over there by the angel looks comfy."
Isaure took a look over to the spot at the suggestion from her Wyrmling. The being seated there indeed was an angel; the wings were a dead give-away, as usual.
"Huh," said Isaure to herself. "Normally angels fall from heaven and land next to me, not the other way around." She made her way over to the seat, the light whining of the exoskeleton's servos barely audible over the clattering of her equipment and the sound of her footfalls, before taking a seat.
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Simon finished off his Nerve Tonic rather quickly, possibly moreso than he should have, but he had a high tolerance, and was especially nervous. After putting his tab on the counter, with a generous tip of course, he turned to face his already present companions. A kitsune, a power-armored bard, a pygmy dragon, and an angel all stood or sat before him. He thumbed his rosary and sent a silent prayer up to the gods, already sensing that this would be a very long voyage.
Isaure nodded. She almost attempted to lean backwards before realizing the stool had no room, and that it wouldn't end well for her at all.
"We'll be leaving our moon, going exploring. Tough not to get excited, really."
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."The door opening and a rustle of cloth signified the arrival of the next crew member. Marcus strolled in at a casual pace, nodding to the others as he passed. The Mage commandeered a couch before pulling out a hip flask.
"Did I miss the briefing?" He asked, apparently not very concerned if he had.
-dramatic music ensues-Simon returned the mages nod and scooped up another Nerve Tonic. "Not by a long shot," he finally says, standing up and moving to a chair next to Marcus' sofa. "From what I can tell, we've all arrived heinously early." He sipped at his tonic and lounged into the seat, mumbling something about taking his time.
Zirconus stared at his fellow explorers to be in the lounge. They were all so organic compared to him. Still, he had been around long enough to get used to being the only crystalline being. He shifted slightly from his position in the corner which might have made him resemble a gaudy installation piece more then an actual person. A somewhat musical sigh escaped his form. There was so little he had in common with these beings, socializing with them was likely to be a chore.
Click Click Boom BoomThe kitsune down her drink before piping up,"I find it better to be early then to never arrive at all" . After that she turn to face the others. Her bright red eyes dot around the room, it all most seem like she sizing the others up.
They can't for the life of them understand why nobody liked being ruled by a group of manic depressive demigods - 4chan

The sun begins to set on the horizon, although Ethiedes remains very visible in the night sky. The city of Athacrin however bright with illumination, from the giant glass buildings, the holographic billboards, even from the vehicles buzzing around.
One of these sources of light was a dry-dock, surrounded by a ring of buildings. One of the buildings in particular is being filed into by an intrepid crew of adventures, a lounge, with multiple sofa's, a monitor and a bar. While the lounge itself was kinda sparse it was designed to be at least moderately comfortable since it was both the last thing that explores would be seeing on Athalenes for a while, and the first thing returning explorers would see upon landing.
It was not time to leave yet, that would be tomorrow, but it was time to meet your fellow crew members, quite possibly for the first time.