Amazingly enough, Aeneas was beginning to learn his way around. It wasn’t an easy task, but he was getting closer—having a map constantly open on his Omnicom to reference back to was always helpful.

The alien, slowly but surely, made his way down to Medbay. It gave him time to think.

He wasn’t sure how to feel about all this. Part of him was excited that perhaps Jean could restore more than just his programming abilities—if she was as talented as Leon S. Kennedy led on, that is. Though Aeneas had learned to understand and better trust the special abilities of others (specifically magic users), the idea of telepathy was still somewhat beyond him. It was definitely something he’d have to see to believe.

And part of him was…unusually apprehensive. He wasn’t sure why at the moment; so, instead of trying to be existential and figuring out his hidden emotions, Aeneas resigned himself to thinking that it was just the relative warmth of Stacy in comparison to the environment they’d recently visited—he was definitely missing the snow and negative temperatures. Although, it also could’ve been a discomfort rather than an apprehension, considering how his injuries, even with Matt’s generous application of healing magic, would need a few days to fully fix themselves and stop being sore.

A curious blue creature, fur falling out on one side and with a limp, slightly swollen shoulder, ambled curiously into Medbay and wondered what he should do next. Was Jean waiting for him? Most likely; Aeneas had taken a while to get down here.

Briefly he pondered calling her name. But the silence was also nice…

It had been a few days, so Russel and Fletcher Tringham knew... pretty much where the most important areas of the ship were. They spent most of their time up on the top deck, only briefly exploring the lower areas -- they hadn't even ventured into the city, for example.

They hadn't announced to Dr. Sera that they were going to be stopping by the science labs, but he'd said that he was there all the time, so it was okay. Fletcher was still a little uncomfortable dropping by unannounced, though. But if they were going to be part of this ship's crew, well, they would have to get used to doing things the way everyone else did.

He still held his brother's hand while they walked, though. It was going to take him a while to break that habit.

The entire place smells like stale pizza and beer. Noisy disco music plays in the background, drowned out by the sound of clattering and heavy objects hitting the floor. Every so often, a muffled voice will sound over a PA, announcing that someone's order of food has been completed.

On one end of the large room, Indigo can be spotted, (smugly) clad in one of the shirts and skirts she'd bought from the previous mission. She's finished lacing her shoes, truly tacky tri-colored ones, and stands, patting her clothes down. She takes a look up at the blank scoreboard ahead of her, then down the lane towards her targets. With a satisfied nod, she picks up her tool, hefting it to feel the weight, takes three steps, and hurls it down the lane.

The targets, bowling pins, scatter with a cacophony of noise, and she grins to herself. Strike. Of course, she wasn't going to count it, not as the pins are being collected and reset. She's just calibrating and having fun, for now.

Title: Of Things Beyond My Grasp
Location: Stacy; Level Four, The Holy Sepulchre





In the before-now, Renne had heard tales of many gods. Glimpses of creative and destructive entities of awesome power. Someone, long ago, had taught him about a One-God that was all-loving, all-understanding and compassionate.
He had prayed to that and other gods many times before.

Renne still knew next to nothing about it all and such thoughts had crossed his mind as he found himself carefully exploring this massive...place...ship....? He didn't know what, but he knew it was enormous. Vast. Enough that he could explore, be curious. Even try to face down some of the demons of past and present.

Darkness, Darkness, be my blanket
Cover me with the endless night...


The shirt hangs over his left shoulder.
He'd managed to find his way here, to wherever here is. It's indoors, that's agiven, but the quiet of it perplexes, annoys, even frightens him a little. Bare hand/paws and feet patter eerily along the smooth floor.
When he finds himself running into something not-stone surrounding a stone, Renne tries not to proceed any further. The shirt, he pulls off of his shoulder and folds it. Tears well in his eyes as he places it in front of the thing holding the rock.

He'd not prayed in a long time and now, many gods are beseeched alongside the One-God whose name he doesn't know.

Medic had been wandering the ship in an attempt to get his bearings. He had mostly gotten himself lost or simply wandered in circles. He was on a mission, but like hell he was going to ask anyone for help. He was looking for medical records on the crew or anything like that. Failing that, he'd been told the name Jean Grey. He would prefer finding the records himself rather than rely on another person to show them to him.

"...Zhis is incredibly irritating."