Nova had heard everything she'd needed to hear. As it was, she didn't have much of an opinion of it. If it was all true, then she'd do what she needed to and kill these Ohm or whatever the hell they were. If it was a lie, well, it wasn't as if her current situation was much worse than the on she'd been in before she got here. Hunted by the Terran Dominion for the information she possessed, not to mention her desertion from the ranks. But if it was all lie, she'd play along until it looked like she would get hurt, then the first person who tried would see that she wasn't a helpless little girl.

She stood at one of the large windows of the obs deck, staring out at the Bleed, or whatever it was that Stacy traveled through, as it flashed past. Dressed in a flowy sundress, she stood straight, hands clasped behind her back as she watched the myriad of colors flash by. The Ghost realized that her choice of outfit wasn't the most practical, but she'd spent the last few months confined to her Hostile Environment suit, hiding and running from agents sent to recover her. It was high time she rewarded herself with some real clothes. True, the dress was something recovered from an alien planet, a hand-me-down if you would, but she didn't care. It felt good against her skin, light and airy. It was a good feeling after months trapped in her clinging bodysuit.

Turning from the window, she leaned against a nearby wall, arms crossed under her chest as she watched the various people filing in and out of the room. So many different people. Different species. Shutting her eyes a moment, she released the tight rein of control she usually held her psionics in check by, letting her mind wander over the thoughts of the nearby crew. Dancing lightly over the surface. The thoughts, the emotions she caught through her short moment of freedom, made her smile slightly before she exerted her control again. Opening her eyes, she focused on the people around the room, trying to determine which thoughts belonged to who.

There.  That must have been the man who hated this ship with a passion. And there, that girl was the one who wondered if the boy she liked would ever see her the same way. There, the boy who liked the woman but didn't know yet himself. And there, that man seemed to be one of the ones in charge. She let her eyes wander, assigning the individual thoughts to their possible owners. It had been a long time since she'd had time to simply relax and think. 

It felt good. Catching a stray thought - someone watching her? - she tilted her head in their direction, fixing them with an almost teasing gaze from her piercing green eyes. The look seemed to say 'I don't bite.'

Title: A Daring Mis-Adventure
Location: Stacy; Level 5, Mess Hall






Exploring. He loves it, honestly, but exploring alone can get...well, lonely. That red shirt with the blank insignia hangs over one shoulder -- he still can't really decide to keep or be rid of the thing.
Anyrate, it's no good thinking on dark memories, now is it?

No.

Having found his way to the Mess Hall, the beastie chitter-chirps to...well, no one in particular. The place is a bit quiet at the moment but that may or may not change. An impish little part of himself rears its head and as his skin flashes a kind of bubble-gum pink, followed by the greeny-yellow of a firefly's rear end, bits and bobs of paper and his pen end up fished out of his pants pocket.
He hadn't yet put on that plantsuit again.


Some time later, a badly-scrawled note ends up in many copies and scattered throughout the vessel. The penmanship is atrocious. The spelling and grammar are worse than that and the dry ink is raised-relief.

Life-Forms,

Do you play Truth-or-Dare? Perhaps a game can be had. In the place of food.




(( A bit of lighthearted, mischievous, impish fun. Open for all to join in the insanity called Truth-or-Dare, as taught to Renne by a couple of cross-time mariners from years ago. ))

If there was one thing Shadow hated to admit? It was being hurt. Not physically, mind you; emotionally. He was the bad ass, the guy who would never tell you how he was feeling even if you tortured him right there.

If he was willing, he'd tell you the reason why he was hurt - his rejection from Rogue Squadron just for being "too short". Sure, it was probably a childish thing to feel, but at the same time, he felt justified. At a time where you're one of the last people left in the multiverse, why hold back?

Every time he thought of the incident, it made his blood boil. Part of him, Stacy willing, wanted him to find one of those precious "X-Wings" and ram it into that stupid office.

"Maybe I do deserve to be an "Outsider"." Shadow muttered from a perch up on a rooftop. "Because I sure as hell isn't going to be any help elsewhere..."

Rein was a box of many secrets, the most of it the private and personal one. Only the Wolkinritter knew about this and it was her personal pride.

She could get bigger.

Oh sure, she loved being her regular size, ie, small enough to fit in a pocket, but there was some joy in heading into different places at a higher size more or less.

So, after putting her precious bag to the side of the OBS deck, she looked around. Perfect, no one around.

Stripping off the plantsuit and carefully folding it to the side, she mentally requested a plantsuit for someone at 4'11" -- and activated a hidden power.

In a shower of magical light, the girl started to grow much taller, her body expanding and filling out. And soon, a gorgeous young woman of 4'11" stood there as tentacles came down to clothe her. "Thank you Stacy-okaasama," smiled Rein as she was clothed in her new temporary form.

Picking up her bag, she prepared to head out to explore places that her small size took forever to get to.

Somehow, after waking up partway through the night, Fletcher had managed to get back to sleep. He'd slept restlessly; no more dreams had bothered him until he woke up in the morning proper (or what passed for it), but he was a bit tired.

He woke up before Russel. While he didn't mind his brother holding him close in his sleep, he was feeling twitchy. He wanted to stand up and move around. So he wriggled out from under Russel's arm and stood up.

Another wonderful day aboard Stacy. He supposed they should go get breakfast soon. Wouldn't that be delightful.