Curiously, one of the Sensoriums is running, but somebody's left the door propped open.

More curiously, perhaps, is that peeking in doesn't reveal a virtual world - rather, a short hallway, all made of paneled wood. Doors to the sides lead to bathrooms and showers and locker rooms, all warm and comfortable and stocked with all the essentials (and plenty of towels). At the very end of the hall, should someone open the door there, is revealed... a rather large, and very relaxing-looking, combination of sauna and indoor hot springs.

Wednesday's in there, stretched out on his back on one of the wooden benches—in a faint nod to modesty, a fluffy towel is laid out across his crotch and thighs, but otherwise he's nude. The guy's age means he's a bit worked over, certainly, but to a discerning eye that can see past the slight flab and the marks of age, he's still in surprisingly good shape...

Care to come in and relax?

||All crew-mates. Please report to the Obs Deck to meet your new crew-mates.||

It's time for all the newbies to get a chance to have a formal meeting with the crew. Given the confusion of their arrival, that's probably a good thing.

Word gets out among the crew mates, spreading in a game of whisper down the meat-alley, that an informal crew meeting is what's happening, free from Stacy's prying ears, and sure enough, as soon as everyone's in the room, they're gestured to move in close, and a wall of blue energy goes up around them all.

((ooc note))