"...I did it. I did it! No interruptions from crazed supervillains, no mutant bear uprisings, no interruptions of any kind. I FINALLY DID IT!"

The shouting can be heard from quite a way away from the Media Library, if anyone wants to check what the Middleman is so excited about.

Sheeana doesn't like to train in the sensorium. There's something about the guarantee of safety, the artificiality of the sorroundings...It dulls her edge. Her reactions are a fraction of a second too slow.

Instead she's brought her little maker to the park with her. Purple grass. Strange, crystalline trees. Bags of multicolored sand lie in a heap a few meters away, where she's dragged them from the nearby playground.

The sandworm is barely seven feet long on its diet of scraps and sickly from the humid environment. Even still, it rears back and snaps at her with impressive speed on the purple grass. Sheeana dodges back and twists side to side. Each snap of the tripartite jaws closes just a few inches from her. She is a literal blur of motion, dancing evasively then vaulting over it like a naked ancient Greek on a vase.

There is something to this scene of a boy wrestling with his dog. It can be seen on the Dune waif's little crook of a smile.

She draws her crysknife. The bone-white blade is the tooth of an adult maker, and she tells her charge so: "Someday you'll have teeth this big too."

She feints playfully at it, careful to keep her arm from getting caught in it mouth with its rows of little daggers and blazing internal fire.

She doesn't realize she's not alone at first.

Sokka would call himself a rational man. However, being randomly deposited on a living ship that travelled through the stars, being given clothes that were apparently alive and being surrounded by a bunch of strange people was not at all a rational thing. So he did what anyone else would have done. He went to the sensoriums to try and pretend he wasn't where he really was.  He was in the eerily accurate courtyard of Master Piandao's extensive home. It was kind of relaxing, being somewhere familiar to him.  Still, the thoughts of this strange new place were all that ran through his head  He was going to have to look after Katara, even if she was probably one of the best waterbenders to ever walk the planet. He was her older brother and it was his responsibility to get her home, no matter what happened.  The people were strange and wonderous and he had seen things he didn't know how to explain.

He sighed, shook his head. Clear your mind, Sokka. He paused, still for a moment before he drew his sword in a single fluid movement and dropped into a stance before working elegantly through a series of movements, flowing easily from attack to defense and back again, blade humming as it cuts through the air. This was the best way to work off stress and keep focused, exercise and practice, pure and simple.

Julian was still irritated to hell and back. Thankfully someone had pointed him in the direction of the Danger Rooms Sensoriums so he could blow off some steam.

He had to be a little more creative about it, though. Without his powers, the urge to fling himself at danger didn't seem particularly smart. So, instead, he had the room recreate his favorite basketball court. It was located on the SoCal coast, just off the beach.

The sound of the waves nearby was relaxing, and he could even smell the ocean as the breeze crossed the waves and on to shore. Normally, he'd be something close to being at peace here, but he was still bugged and irritated.

He wanted to blame the collar. It was heavy, it itched, it was screwing with his jumper. But, really, it all ran much deeper than that.

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“By the Seven Circles!” Daimon cried.

He had been told that there were many places of worship in the city section of this strange ship but he could not believe how many there were. So many sacred buildings trapped within a foreboding craft. It was also horrifying to think of why they would be there. It was as though the people who built this Stacy creature were collecting landmarks. Daimon hoped it was a duplicate and they had not uplifted these holy places from their rightful home.

But even if they were fake, merely a copy, he could not help but be awed at the sight of the most holy buildings.

Without hesitation he walked to the Vatican only to discover it had been changed into an abomination.

"BLASPHEMY!"

A howl rings out through Stacy, an eerie and almost unearthly noise that'll make the hair stand on the back of your neck. Bella can use comm rings, but doesn't. They're Weaverish, and no proper Get lupus will use a darn Weaverthing! Or at least not Bella.

Through Stacy's onboard translation, there's a creepy effect going on where you can hear the howl but also instinctively understand it as if it were words.

"THIS ONE IS BELLA, THIS ONE IS AHROUN, THIS ONE IS GET OF FENRIS. THIS ONE HUNTS IN SENSORIUM-PLACE. THIS ONE IS ALONE. COME HUNT WITH THIS ONE IF YOU HAVE TEETH AND CLAWS. TOGETHER WE KILL. TOGETHER WE FEED."

It'll carry a good long way, Bella has a strong voice. Whether it reaches the ears of any potential members of a hunting party will just have to be seen. She'll be sitting outside the sensoriums waiting for a bit, sitting and looking excited. So, ship, have a wolf in a podsuit!

(OOC: Feel free to come talk to the howly wolf! If you're going to join in on the hunt, please keep to one thread for better organization!)

Since time immemorial (or at least since before any of the crew members have been awake) there has stood a massive...thing...against one of the walls in Special Weapons Division.

It looked like some sort of large, alien device, though none of the engineering crew could ever figure out what it was for.

However, since it wasn't really harmful, nor did it seem particularly useful, no one ever really paid much attention to it.

Or maybe the mods needed a lame excuse for what's coming next so STFU

However, it is not so much this strange device that was of interest to anyone in the area right now.

No, instead, they might find the sudden sound of whirring machinery and the general sounds of technology activating coming from the wall behind the device that might get their attentions.

...Hmm. Isn't that interesting?