(@Roy;Albert) Hastur: Alright now, yes. And, well. I've... slithered into the hull and tried to find my way here, but machinery was reluctant to let me pass unharmed.
(@Einar) Hastur: I am not. Usually. It's just that now my material body got hacked into pulp by fan blades. Luckily protoplasm can be reshaped quickly... Oh.
Hastur realizes that he's standing stark-naked, though this body of his does feature packs of sinew but no reproductive organs whatsoever. By exerting his will Hastur literally grows a new set clothes on his body from organic cellulosis.
edited 4th Oct '16 5:31:53 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
(@Roy) Hastur: Why should I? Well, I can manifest one if in dire straits, but I don't see any use in it anyway.
(@Albert) Hastur: <A bit. One of my Earthly avatars residing in Tibet was known as The Emerald Llama. Also one of my more... extravagant forms. Why?>
And then he norices Vincent.
(@Vincent) Hastur: Oh hey weird friend from eariler, you're with us already?
Six: -currently wearing his armor-
Shit. Don't think the MJOLNIR's rated to survive temperatures as low as this data packet's showing me.
And I don't have any HAZOP gear.
And I doubt anything they have will be able to match this.
edited 4th Oct '16 5:48:57 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."Six: This armor is like my second skin. It's saved my life so many times that I can't keep count any more.
You aren't me. You aren't another Spartan, and you aren't an officially sanctioned MJOLNIR technician.
You do not touch this.
edited 4th Oct '16 5:57:32 PM by SpartyMcFly
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."(@Roy) Hastur: Oh really? ~giggling, sprouts tentacles from his fingers and makes a doge out of them as a clown would out of balloon~
(@Bebedora) Hastur: Hm? Enemy?
(@Vincent) Hastur: Hmm. Aye... I guess.
He overhears B-312 and Longram arguing. Being irritated a great deal by people already behaving like jerks or at least not trusting one another, he turns with dissonantly serene cold face.
(@Longram;Six) Hastur: There is no need to fight now. We're all friends, so try to chill off, w̝̬̘͎̼̼͔o̮̜̖̣̺͖ͅu̱̝͘ͅl̸̙̘̟̮d ͉͖y̠o̲͔̕u̯͎͜?̕
edited 4th Oct '16 6:00:24 PM by TheRiddleOfCards
Bebedora: my enemy!!!!
-hastur may be getting a horrid feeling too-
??: so couple of questions whos in charge....wheres the old man and wheres the girl with the book?
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Longram: "....I thought I suppose to keep people's tech in working orders, yours too. I used my skills to-" *He looks at Hastur*
@Hastur "Please, I'm trying explain to Six."
Roy: *Chuckles at Hastur's doge before noticing Bebedora with hostile intent, he goes between him and Hastur to protect the King in Yellow.*
"Don't hurt my friend."
edited 4th Oct '16 6:05:54 PM by MrKirb
-Six takes a moment to ruminate on Hastur's statement-
-but then the mystery man appears-
-and he immediately turns to face him-
Six: -to ??- Mind telling us who you are, and what the hell you're doing on our ship?
"Seven is here too, dressed like the concept of choosing clothes that look nice together was an arcane secret far beyond their grasp."(@Longram) Hastur: If said explanations make Six go all harsh and Spartan on you, you'd better cease any attempts.
(@Roy) Hastur: Relax, Bebedora and me are kinda relatives, given that The Lloigor and me are cut from sorta same cloth~ T̢̲̟c̵h̦͇͖̦͙̹,͜ ̪̗W͜H̲̱͠A̷̗Ṱ̯ I̵͙͉ͅǸ͖̲͍̼͈̻ ͎̗T̺͍̺̭͡ͅH̵͇̰̘͖̭̻̟E͚ͅ ̻͝L̢̘̭A̳̱ͅK̖̮̠̜͓E̖̕ ̖̘O͓̭̻͉͕͟F̻̱̠̲͕ ̢̤̜̦̼̞͙H̘̱̠͎̰ͅA̞̮̪̯̮͡L͖̰̖̮̞̗I̱̬̖ͅ'͞S҉͎͕ ̱͕͉̖͉̗N̩A͎͎̯̥̟̳͍M̼̞͇̥ͅẸ?̰͉͔̖̲
Hastur turns towards the source of the voice, his yellow eyes opened wide.

@Einar Albert: "I think Hastur is more non-Newtonian then anything."
Will make dad jokes for friends.