An announcement goes out over the omnicomms and the comm rings, just so that everyone knows what's happened. It's taken a lot of time and a lot of work, but the Constitution has finally been voted on and approved by the majority of the crew.

Stacy even announces it aboard the ship, and congratulates everyone who's worked so hard on getting the Constitution figured out, written down, and voted on.

((OOC: Everyone who wants to flashback to working on the Constitution can start here!))

He has eaten and napped. It was now officially time for Paco to get some socialization going. Fortunately, he had allies.

Or at least other people who were interested in doing something fun.

Paco parked himself in one of the Sensoriums, transforming it into a living room populated by couches and beanbags and other squashy sitting furniture, send out a message over the comms, and sat down to await the appearance of his people.

Enough crap had happened lately. Time for some low-key fun.

Daimon Hellstrom visited Haku, or rather the creature inhabiting Haku, once more. This time for a more thorough examination. Although unannounced, it was likely that Daimon's arrival was still felt.

Or at least his footsteps could be heard. Stealthy this one was not.

[Bendy timed to right after the meet'n'greet, after this thread]

There were several doors leading out of the observation deck. Haley had chosen to exit through the one closest to them, as it seemed just as good as any of the others. A long greenish hall stretched before them, filled with the same humid air. There were doors leading off at fairly regular intervals. Haley cracked her knuckles and adjusted her hat, before turning with a smirk to her companion.

"So where to first, princess?"

Title: Under a Blooded Moon
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums
Notes: Rated PG-13 to possibly borderlined R for decently intense material. Lessons in attacking with pure emotion.






He hadn't heard a reply from the Omnicom contraptions but that didn't stop the creature from his own lessons.

There was much Renne wanted, needed to learn. He had to start somewhere and what better than to begin with the familiarity of what is already known? Renne stayed within a Sensorium chamber boosted in unexplainable ways thanks to one Human in all of this Multiverse.
The mere thought of said Human made him smile.

And then Renne became very serious.

He loosened the reins on himself; loosened all the logic he had left. Partially Transcended, the creature let his thoughts go where they needed to for this.
Anger filtered through and unearthed a very old and unmended catalyst.
Feel my thunder.
The atmosphere around him corresponded well with a self-teaching lesson that was as hard as this.

Fire and water rose. Skeletons rotted from the sea shambled in. Six Humans stood in a line behind unnatural minions and behind them stood the Drow. It was he against them. Bones rattled and voices laughed.
The guns cocked.

Renne howled and threw hell at his adversaries. He knew them all. And he was angry.

Jarlath fired first. The bullet blazed head-on for a wave of hatred made into something frighteningly tangible. Brynna and Cillian advanced. A hair-raising anthem rose from his voice as the duo began to chant, firing their weapons off in rapid succession.
Flames and smoke danced around them. The sea roared in a hurricane around that and the rain pelted mercilessly from above.
Quillion leered at the little creature and cocked his weapon.

"Under a blooded moon."

Luke sat  crosslegged on a couch on the observation deck, staring out into the Bleed, lost in thought.  Things had quieted down on the ship and for that he was glad.  Laater, Luke had resolved to go find Tycho later on and make sure he was doing okay (he'd heard of the other's injury), but until he did that, Luke had come up here to think.

There had been a strange darkness at the edge of his mind--not a dire threat, nothing to send his danger-sense into full alarm, but enough to make him worry.  It could mean that a Sith had woken up, and if that was so, it couldn't be anyone good.  There were several names that came to Luke's mind, and none of those were ones he particularly wanted to put faces to again.  With each, though, he was more worried for Ben's safety than his own.  Ben had had enough dealings with Sith already.  Luke didn't want to put him through that a second time.

But for now he meditated on this strange shadow in his mind, and wondered what he'd do when he ran into the source of it.