There was something Cassie Lang had been curious about since she first found out about the Sensorium. She was pretty sure that if anyone knew what she’d had in mind they’d call her crazy and keep her from doing it. But right now she didn’t really care.

She just wanted to talk to him. Or even seeing him would be enough.

“Stacy? Can you uhm, can you make a version of my dad?”

He has plenty of equipment back home in the office cave. DNA analysis software, fingerprint scanners, one of those spinny things that whirls samples around really fast. This? Well the Doc hasn't seen anything this advanced in his life.

It makes him feel weird, like a caveman who had used an early wheel looking at a shiny new Honda Accord and just being gobsmacked by the sweet leather interior. He's standing in a medical lab that might as well have been ripped out of Star Trek with a freaking stethoscope around his neck!

Damn, he wishes he had some kind of time-travel adventures under his belt. Those would have been really useful about now.

He picks up one of the smaller contraptions and turns it over between his hands. "Jeez, and no manuals even? Don't tell me the space-future has no manuals. Natural selection can't have worked THAT well."

Tilting her head a bit to the side, Temperance leans a little closer to the skeleton that was on the examining table. Obviously she is in one of  the sensoriums which has kindly recreated her lab from the Jeffersonian. Sadly it hadn't bothered to give her a replica of Angela or Zack or Hodgins. Even though she likes to work alone, she has to admit she misses the constant barrage of chatter that seemed to follow where ever those three were.

Reaching out with a gloved hand, she runs her fingers gingerly over the skull before carefully picking it up and examining it closer. "Hmmm....." she mutters aloud. "The skeleton is in remarkably good shape.  Female, and based on the dentition and condition of the vertebrae, she was fairly young. Possibly in the mid to late twenties, though no older than mid thirties."

It's not even a real dead body, but it's enough to keep Temeperance from going stir crazy and it actually in a way relaxes her.

It'd been several hours after the rest of the crew had returned from the mission, several hours since Tony and the Yeerk inside his head had returned, and several hours since he'd been denied the right to kill the mind-controlling slug, and Sam was back in the sensoriums. He was done drawing circles on paper. He was done doing physical therapy under Dr. Grey, Dr. McCoy, and Brainy's supervision. To hell with that. From now on, he was doing his own, as much as they might recommend that he not. The target practice that he'd done earlier had felt good. He'd felt like he was starting to get back to normal. This--he was determined--was going to make him feel even better.

The sensorium had become a large padded room and Sam stood, poised for a fight, inside a circle on the floor while he and his opponent revolved around one another. His opponent--a creation of the sensorium--stepped forward quickly and swung. Sam blocked and sent a right hook up to the unknown man's jaw, sending the man stumbling backwards. Sam followed up with a three more punches and ended with a swift kick right to the sternum, knocking his opponent to the floor where he then disintegrated.

||Level Five Complete. It is recommended that you obtain ten hours rest before commencing with the next level,|| a voice echoed from the walls.

"Begin next level," Sam ordered, defiantly.

||You are not yet fully recuperated, Sam Winchester. It is recommended that you obtaint...||

"I said BEGIN THE GODDAMN LEVEL!!" Sam shouted.

It had been several hours since the meeting with Al Fangor, and after eating that slop that Stacey considered food Chris had decided to scout out the ship. Starting with the Sensorium, an image booted up. He was astonished at seeing what looked like Grand Mercy Heights, right down to the very buildings.

He knew that this 'Sensorium' could mimic almost anything, so he instructed it to create holograms of the very monsters he helped Kit with which seems so long ago. Two of them appeared, one with a batlike head and another which looked vaguely monkeylike. Even without his Advent Deck, he wouldn't go down that easily.

It wasn't easy but he'll have to think of some way to get it back.

The Chief, after some rest, is finally ready to do something he has really not been looking forward to. Still, it's necessary and something he can't let slide. He already delayed it more than he wanted to by getting some sleep, but he really needed it.

He gets on his comm ring.

<< Samus, where are you? >>

River's prowling the ship rather purposefully, wandering through corridors and passing through rooms without slowing any longer than necessary to take stock of who's in the room and note that they are not who she's looking for. There are some questions that have been bothering her lately - quite a few questions, actually, but the answers to some of them are easier to seek out than others.

That is, if she can find the Doctor, which wasn't always the easiest task when she understood him. With this Doctor... she can't even predict where she might find him.

Though she's looking for the Doctor, she probably wouldn't mind someone else interrupting her search. As long as they interrupted her with something interesting, anyway.

Duncan has also found the sensoriums. He's moving, parrying, the metal of sword steel glinting in the air as the loud clash of blades fills his ears. He know it's only a simulated battle, that he'll either not experience a quickening or it'll be a simulated one, like everything else. But, the mock battles will keep his skills in shape. And he can change the thing quickly. Earlier he'd had it looking like a dojo so he could work out and do his kata.  HIs mind and body both appreciated the escape from whatever was now reality.

Plus, he was still grappling with the fact that somewhere, people had watched him and his battles as a television show.  And briefly Amanda of all people had been the central figure of another show. And there were movies with Connor.

*When I go home...I'm facing the prospect of killing Richie. AND Connor???? It really just keeps becomoing stranger as the series and movies progress.*