Talk About Timing...

[cityship]

While chaos was going on in the city, a level below the Living Areas, the rest of the ship was functioning normally. Stacy, apparently oblivious to goings on in the city, likely do to her malfunctioning sensors there, carried on with ship business.

||Pod Release Protocols Initating,|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to the upper levels, though no one was there to hear her. They were all downstairs, fighting for their lives against giant cockroaches.

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

The usual condensation and mist sprayed out from cracks in the pods, they ripped open and the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime. One of them, due to his mechanical nature, slid out covered in a sort of oil mixture, in a smaller body than he'd once had.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.

There was no one already freed from the ship to greet them, only Stacy herself, and the empty silence of a ship caught in the middle of a crisis.

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[kindofscary.livejournal.com]

"I don't provide ample lighting for the bacteria within me. Or engineer clothing for that matter," his mind wandered -it was only a matter of time- towards whether this technology could be or already had been weaponised. "Do you make drinks too? I could murder a Sidecar."

[cityship]

||Do you require hydration at this time?||

Needle arms come out of the wall to poke him if he says yes.

[kindofscary.livejournal.com]

"I get the feeling I shouldn't answer in the affirmative," he continued to pad down the lit path, "What I'd really like to know, aside from the things you refuse to answer, is what you've done with my possessions."

How exactly they extricated the screwdriver from him is perhaps something he didn't really want to know, given the place he'd stashed it. Yes, he'd picked up a thing or two from Captain Jack.

[cityship]

||Follow the lights.||

[kindofscary.livejournal.com]

He did just that, relishing the sensation under his feet. The floor of this... thing pulsated in the direction that the trail was leading, as if it willed him forward.

[cityship]

It was right then, as he walked towards the clothing chambers, that he felt a familiar telepathic presence.