Katara was by herself. Despite all the things she was doing to make sure she would be in a better state, something seemed to weigh heavy on her just now, and she breathed hard now. She wasn't sure what to call that feeling: it was like there were memories that she made, and they were gone now. It made her think of Aang first, who's memories still needed to be regained. She thought of Nanoha and Fate, and how the fight must be hurting them both. She thought of Toph, and Zuko and Mai and Sokka, and how she wanted to make sure they weren't hurt. The feeling of being unable to help her friends and her family on this ship surfaced every now and again, and at these times Katara retreated to the WITCH bus, and went straight for the water room.

This time, she headed for Kiyoshi island minus the Unagi, via Sensorium. She preferred the company of the giant Koi fish usually, but this time it was very quiet, and Katara was sitting by herself, looking out into the ocean. So much was happening at once, and it would be necessary to have a clear mind for the things that were going to happen next. That meant dwelling on the things that weighed heaviest on her, so the Nightmare King couldn't use it against her.

It's no secret that Will loves the W.I.T.C.H. bus. It's a bus, and part of it's hers! A very large part, at that, large enough to train and practice and spend time in well-decorated comfort. In her room on the bus, it's harder to be afraid of the Nightmare King, and easier for Will to feel like she has a home again. A real one that she doesn't have to visit only for a few hours a day in the Sensorium. It's bolstered her spirits immensely.

She's in there now, stretching, humming quietly to herself as she does. The door is open for visitors, and she turns around when she hears the sound of somebody walking in.

Brenda hasn't slept a whole night in three days.

She gets a few hours of rest here and there, but it's interspersed with nightmares like she hasn't had since her father died. They are vivid, stressful, leave her brain plowing along at a mile a minute and nothing seems to stop it.

She wonders if Jeka is sleeping well, if snake-aliens even dream, but never remembers to ask her. Instead she gets up in the wee hours and wanders the ship just to keep herself moving and to not give in to that chill that keeps crawling down her spine whenever she stands still too long.

Tonight she ends up in the queer little art gallery room, with the statue at the center that shifts according to her thoughts. Tonight none of her ideas are pleasant on their own so she tries to force something a little nicer.

She's watching her mother make pancakes, long hair down her back and a smile on her face, when she realizes she's not by herself anymore.

There are plants. She can tell that much through the window. At least before one of the bodies in the room floats between her window and the window across from it.

Indigo is just outside the door to the old Spacewalk, floating just a little to get a good look. Her hands are clasped behind her back. She'd been exploring the ship, following some of the ventilation shaft's exteriors before she decided to go into their interiors, when the door to the spacewalk had caught her eye. Well, not so much the door as her sensors indicating that there was a stretch of the ship nearby that was both weightless and a total vacuum.

Now she sees why. A small, detached part of her thinks it's quite beautiful, even with the corpses floating in the weightlessness. Most of her just wonders if it's possible to open this section of the ship up somehow, she'd like to check out what her maps have listed as 'Hydroponics'.

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. New crew-mates might see a green-skinned alien and snake girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]

Be afraid, be very afraid. There's a Spider-Man on the loose. He has a camera and he's not afraid to catch you without your make-up on.

Why hadn't he thought of this before? He swings all across the ship, from city to obs deck, pod caverns to medbay, snapping anything and everything that looks vaguely photogenic.

"Aw man, Jolly Jonah's gonna be paying my bills for years!" he chatters to himself exuberantly, "Waitasec! Screw Jameson, I'm National Geographic now, baby! Do the NG guys get dental?"

He snaps the almighty panoramic of the bleed from the obs viewplate, "Maybe a book. I can write. Can I? I don't know, maybe. It doesn't look that difficult. They have word processors, right? I'm gonna need an agent..."

If you can hear him, run.

[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new subthread. If you would like to play out them talking to the AI, please send an email to the mods making the request--we do this only by request. Then move onto the big Newbie Meeting. Once your character has gotten the rundown from the old crew, you may start posting entrance posts and freely tagging.]


||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.

In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.

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( There was nothing... )