Lister is still not entirely sure what is going on. Last thing he remembers is an explosion, and then he woke up in a puddle of snot. Since then he's heard a lot of "Classified.", has spent time avoiding anyone that looks like they're in charge, and discovered that there are women on board the ship. And other humans.

But now, he's discovered something better. He's found the Media Room.

He's currently lounging as best he can in one of the pod rooms, with his newly found guitar across his lap, watching an episode of the Flintstones. Occasionally he'll stroke a hand across the strings, just to hear them. Thankfully, he's not in a mood to properly play.

Company would be welcomed.

Cassie had given her friend room, considering she had no idea where Kate was, for a while now and it was time to track her down and apologize for snapping at her.

She also really needed to look into a cure for the bad case of foot in mouth disease she had.

Now, she knew she wasn't supposed to go anywhere alone but she's run into Kate soon, right?

...Right?

"Mmmph. Bored."

It's been a while since the last mission, and since she wasn't allowed to go on that one, Will is getting pretty bored of Stacy's insides. Hence the day trip to the Sensorium!

Will likes to start the day out with a simulation of the local rec center pool, but this time she's sticking around just to spend the day somewhere that doesn't look like ship. Caught between a workout, she sits in the bleachers - comfortably snuggled in a well-padded armchair, in a fluffy bathrobe, ice cream sundae in her lap, remote control in her hand, TV playing some teeny dance show in front of her. This is the way to refuel between workouts.

So. Daniel had been aboard the ship for a while now. He'd mostly kept to himself while he got a good idea of how things ran. Or at least, what was expected of the 'chosen.' He had finally gotten the barrings of the basics. Now it was time to do his own research.

He walked the various halls of Stacy. Stopping here and there to make notes in a portable recorder that was in his belongings. To the unobservant it appears he's talking to himself... which... well, frankly that's not that far from the truth. He's spent his entire academic career with no one listening.

"The construction is clearly... organic in origin. Meaning whoever built this was either a highly highly advanced human civilization that--that evolved outside of the influences of known technological influences. Or..." A heavy sigh as he rested a hand on one of the walls, "... a yet unknown alien race. Which... isn't all that comforting, either."

He paused his recording and looked thoughtful for a time. After a second he resumed, "From what I can gather none of the original crew remain. Nearly all trace of them has been... well... put under 'restricted access' by 'Stacy.'"

"Anyway, as near as I can tell this ship was designed for the relocation of an entire civilization... But if the original crew all died out. Well.. one can only assume this 'Stacy' started to improvise."