Allen is back in the Engineering department with more datapad exams at the ready. His omnicom is plugged into a larger monitor that is suspended from the ceiling, and he sprawls in front of it in a fleshy chair, alternating between the large screen and the smaller device, manipulating the data on screen with his hands and something that looks like a section of a very large bug's leg.

He has been working for a while, and so has fallen into his groove as he works - he likes to work with his back to a room, usually, but today his face is towards the door, and as he works, he does not appear bored, or confused, or eager, or intrigued, or - much of anything. He gives off no vibe in particular, other than "focused." Calculators have looked more animated.

Truth be told, he'd avoided the Sensoriums for the most part. Maybe he just didn't fully trust Stacy yet, or maybe he just wasn't thrilled with the possibilities of what the stories he'd heard about them might amount to. Still, the Media Library wasn't quite his taste (It was hard to kick back and relax in the middle of unknown territory) and strange, vaguely creepy surroundings or no, without any open hostilities, he eventually ended up pretty damn bored.

Bored enough, apparently, to explore the Sensoriums.

Once he'd decided on actually going, he had to come up with something for it to do. Despite the urge to go home, to Stargate Command, or get advice from a virtual Sam, he kept those secrets to himself. He also chose not to fly. His boredom would not be the downfall of Earth or its secrets.

Unless its secrets included basketball. He was willing to share basketball. Even if it was really just a replica of his highschool gym and a team of old friends he'd long ago lost contact with. Okay. So there were one or two in there who were never his friends at all, but if he was going to play fantasy basketball anyway, he figured the identity of a few key players would only serve mediocre sci-fi movie plots, rather than Earth dominating ones.

Creepy or not, imaginary or not, it did feel good to be playing a game again. Even if it was the biggest team he'd actually played with and against. He still had veto power with the rules.

Sheeana is propped in the center of a web of information like a spider. Her legs are folded under her on a squishy little cushion that resembles a spleen or some kind of overgrown tofu dish. Around her are books. Anatomy and natural history books, mostly. Time traveler's notes written in yellowing paper from the 1800s. Papers from scientific journals. Holocubes.

The most prominent is an anatomical chart depicting a Velociraptor from the side, showing all the various muscles, the sinuous curve of the neckbones, the birdlike powerful thigh muscles. It's propped before her on a stand that's green and thin as a thistle, held open by thornlike hooks. Of course it's labeled Dinonychus but any of the ship's dinosaurs would recognize the creature there represented.

Her eyes are glassy as she drinks in the information and her body perfectly still. Every once in a while her pupil will flick over to a part of the chart and she will move an obscure muscle that shouldn't normally be movable by itself...A single one in her face, a twitch of the ears, one toe moving independently of all the others.

Carol was so very glad for the sensoriums. They were marvelous, to say the least. Which is probably why, the moment she found them, she kept coming back for longer and longer periods of time. She'd been flying over New York City, during Wanda's little House of M world. She'd been surfing in Hawaii, went hiking through a rain forest, and even visited with her brother. The last one had been a bit creepy for her, but it was nice to see him again. She'd even fought some AIM guys as she worked out. All in good fun, but now it was time to rest and relax. And this place was perfect for that.

"Beach. Bright white sand, clear blue sky, and the ocean gently crashing on the shore. Make sure I have a comfortable lounge chair.. and some fruit drink." She smiled as the room flicked into view around her and she relaxed back on the pillow topped lounge chair. She looked down at her outfit, the plant suit, and then looked up. "Black bikini. String. Oh and I'll need sunglasses." She let herself smile as the things she asked for appeared.

"Now if you could just bring me a pretty boy to tend to my every whim, this would be paradise."