Tony Tony Chopper had heard something strange was going on in the ship. Apparently people were getting stuck until they got some help and he didn't know what to make out of it. Until he found himself stuck and heard GLaDOS's messsage.

Having never heard this AI before, he was freaked out. Strange but familiar seeming plant growing out of the ceiling? Invisible walls? Strange voice with a cryptic message coming from nowhere??? Maybe Stacy was haunted!

After a few minutes of freaking out, Chopper remembered seeing an announcement on his omnicom. So he decided to ask for help. Hopefully help would come. In the mean time, he changed into his yeti human form and took to trying to force his way out.

Having gotten to the Sensorium before Mal, Jo grinned and looked around and watched as it became a gym with a boxing ring in the center. "Niiiiiiiiiice Stacy, real nice!" It was perfect really, just what she'd wanted. Nothing fancy, but some place she and Mal could have their lil sparring time.

Just as the gym had suddenly appeared, her plantsuit took on another look. Instead of the normal clinging suit, she now looks as though she's wearing a plain t-shirt and a pair of black workout pants. Not exactly what she'd had in mind for a spar, but it'd do.

Plopping herself down on the floor, she stretched her legs out in front of her and leaned forward, hooking her hands around her feet. She didn't need to stretch out for a spar, but - yeah it was way better than just standing around and waiting.

Hearing someone entering, she hopped to her feet and reached up, quickly pulling her long hair into a ponytail. "I was beginning to think you'd chickened out," she said, automatically assuming it was indeed Mal.

Trying not to pout too much, Temperance found her way to the media library so she could spend countless hours watching Zombie movies. Now she liked movies, but Zombie movies? They just didn't appeal to her tastes any. She much preferred classics - like Casablanca and old John Wayne movies. But Zombie movies? And having to watch them with Cameron Mitchell of all people? She was not a happy camper.

Stepping inside, she looked around and didn't see anyone at first. Maybe he hadn't even shown up yet. BETTER! Maybe he'd forgotten and she wouldn't have to watch them. That would work perfectly fine with her. Perfectly.

Looking around the different piles of data padds, she picked one up and brought it over to one of the fleshy couches and sank down. Well since he was probably going to end up not showing, she might as well get a little research done on different alien skeletal structures.

Kelly had finally made it back to her room. What with being trapped under that mistletoe, and helping that belligerent teenager, and all this after her daily workout. Well, she was about ready for some relaxation time. That being said, she stepped into the shower, turning the setting up to as hot as she could take and stepped into the stall, shutting the door. Mmm... that felt like heaven. Sure, it wasn't quite as good as feeling real water on her skin, but it was a reasonable facsimile.

With the shower feeling as good as it was on her skin, it was a good hour before she stepped out again. Pushing her limp hair away from her eyes, she grabbed a blanket and wrapped it around herself, too lazy to bother dressing, it wasn't as if she was going anywhere. Now with some semblance of modesty returned, she slid onto her bunk, leaning her back against the wall and pulling a book over. The Art of War. Déjà had taught them about it of course. And she'd read it before. But she liked it.

So when John came back, whenever that would be. That was how he would find her.

Nate had gotten his armor back from Stacy. The initial elation had slowly given way to a very businesslike examination of the suit's use however, following a troubleshooting session in the City. It seemed that Stacy had locked down the suit's time travel capabilities. So that meant he wouldn't be going anywhere, and he wouldn't be pulling weapons out of the time stream either. A few of the deadlier weapons in the suit itself had been disabled. But he'd be able to get those back up and running.

The thing that he had most wanted to know however, was whether the Vision programming was present. Running through his checklists and looking through the programming ands source codes of the armor's minimal AI system, he was soon satisfied that his suit wouldn't be walking around on it's own anytime soon. Good. One less headache for him. Something he was thankful for, what with the way his head had been pounding recently. That being said he didn't want to be walking around in that suit at the moment. At least, not while it was looking like that.

So it was that he ended up in the Special Weapons area, various tools littering the table next to the larger one that he'd laid the suit out on. First things first, he'd need to get rid of that helmet. He didn't want his face hidden, not anymore at least. So he worked for an hour or so at pulling the components from the helmet and incorporating them into the suit. Of course, for the HUD he'd need to find an alternate method. Perhaps he could rig up a retinal projector keyed to his DNA? Well, time enough for that later.

The sound of clinking and fiddling could be heard for a long time. His eyes began to grow tired as he kept working. How many hours had it been? Didn't matter, he had his suit. He needed to finish. Now that fusion cell connected to that power cable. And that ion regulator into that outlet. Yes it was going fine. Picking up another fusion cell, he grabbed his screwdriver and began to unscrew the cap. Hopefully the gel hadn't congealed after disuse, or else it might--

BOOM

The cell exploded in a great spray of coolant gel and metal parts. One sliver of metal ran a cut along his cheek, and he was glad he'd had the foresight to put goggles on, as others pinged off the protective eyewear. Setting down his screwdriver, he pulled the goggles off, a bemused expression crossing his face as he lifted a hand to wipe the gel off it. His hair stuck out at odd angles from the release of static the exploding fusion cell had caused, and he sighed, rubbing at his eyes.

Maybe that was enough for one night.

Slobo either didn't know or didn't care the racket he was making in W&P. Things were flying about until he found what he was looking for. A large selection of single articles of clothing that could easily cobble together something, a jar of hair gel, and a mirror. He wasn't happy with the mirror, he had hoped for a full-length, but beggars can't be choosers. He sat there, going through the collected clothes. First, there was a really nice red leather trench. Unfortunately, it was made for someone easily 6'5". He tossed it aside and decided to work on his hair first, since finding male clothing in his size was rather... difficult. He's so obsessed on this preening that he can, for once, easily be snuck up on by people other than ninjas.

( Are we there yet? )((ooc: Oh hay, the door's open? Great. I guess this is open to anyone that happens to be inside at the time? But still, one thread is nice if possible~))