Title: Sneaking Little Suspicions
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums






A sinister plot was afoot.

Sections of the Sensoriums had been "walled off" with the exception to a few permitted entry. Now, it might have seemed a little strange but the oddity had requested a kind of "walling off" for a short amount of time.
Because, you see, a sinister plot was afoot.

One of the Sensoriums had been apparently blocked off from the rest, and for what? The creature that had requested this hadn't said a word -- only navigated from here to the mess hall and back to ensure that, while real food came into existence, said real food wasn't merely an illusion.
He wanted perfection for this and he'd not settle for anything less.

Not too long after his last trip from the mess hall to this closed-off Sensorium, a faint smell begins to drift out, no matter what kind of blocks might be in place. It's not a stench or something equally odious. In fact, it's...really rather savoury at first.

Yes. A sinister plot is most certainly afoot.




[[ OOC: Oi! People who answered Renne on the Omnicom...Plotting sinisterly for a plotty party, the plotting has begun! Also, peeps who can keep a secret? Drop a PM if you wanna contribute to this stage. ]]

The sound of manly grunting, yells and otherwise loud shouts from a large screen could be heard as accompanied by the sound of crunching and the noise of a drink being emptied with a few slurps. In a far corner of the Media Library, there was a area that was termed "Ben's Corner" which was a rather elaborate set up. A futon rolled out on a table against the wall, a large screen complete with media playback device, and the remains of snack food, mostly popcorn laying to the side.

Ben's hand was dipping into the bowl again, crunching a large handful of popcorn once more as he watched Sumo Slammers on what amounted to a wide screen television. He had found records of media from his homeworld, Sumo Slammers Classic and Hero Generation, and a third unreleased season called Evolutions and was enthralled by his favorite television show. Slurping from his drink, he clicked fast forward through the credits and set up the next episode.

"Man what time is it?" he wondered, looking at the Omnitrix which stared back at him without displaying the time. Shrugging, he ate another handful of popcorn and sipped his drink. "Boy I hope the bus doesn't miss a sudden dip in junk food."

Ben belched, a resounding echoing noise across the Media Library before he settled back down for another episode.

It was her fourth hour and near thirtieth reset so far.

St. Albans was by far the coldest planet in the 'verse that the red headed woman standing in the middle of a snow covered forest belonged to. The snow never seemed to stop falling leaving drifts sometimes up to ten feet in depth that a person or a vehicle could easily get trapped in. Even if it had been a year since Gwendolyn had been there she could remember the details of picking the spots out, how the snow seemed to lay as well as the crunch of snow under boot. She had asked Stacy to let her be clothed how she had been during the winder campaign on the planet much to her protests. The uniform she wore was tattered and had seen better days. Strips of clothing wrapped around already numb fingers as the cold winder wind swept its way through the barren limbs above her head.

It was night on the St. Albans that Stacy had recreated perfectly for her. Well below freezing and cold enough to zap the energy out of any thing that cared show its head. That had been her squadron, that particular night, on a recon mission that had gone horribly wrong. It was still a mystery to the lieutenant just how the man had managed to hand them over so easily to the enemy. How hadn't they seen it before? Were there warning signs while they were there? Ever since the nightmares the questions had been gnawing away at the back of her mind leaving numbness much like the simulated cold that the planet had to offer. Gwen closed her eyes, her helmeted head turned up to feel the to soft flakes if snow against her face. Any other time she would have stopped to enjoy the beauty that the white flakes had to offer. Now, though, was a different matter. She had a mystery to solve with the only way to stop her the ship herself or another crew member.