Katara had a sinking feeling a few weeks ago. She knew it was another memory loss: she could feel it, somewhere in the back of her head, that she'd forgotten the memories of people precious to her, and then it went off like a flag. Whoever that was must have spearheaded the Outsiders because now she couldn't remember the name of the leader anymore. So for the time being, until they decided who they wanted as their leader, she wanted to spearhead the campaign of making sure that The Outsiders didn't disband or fall apart without their leaders.

Besides, it was time they did some new stuff and got some members anyway.

She reached the hotel a few hours ahead of schedule for good reason: since all of the mission, it had gotten untidy, and Katara wasn't one to let that continue for too long. She'd gone floor to floor, dusting, washing and beating the dust off of anything she could find. She was straightening the frames, washing out the excess debris since the nightmare King fiasco and finally carefully cleaning the statue of Brainy Bot someone had made. She looked up at a moment, smiling, then turned her attention to the couch with that weird sign on it. She'd forgotten the details, but it had something to do with a crisis that had happened on Carol's world...she thought. She couldn't keep track of all of the things that happened in other people's worlds. It was too much information to keep up with.

She finally settled back to the front of the building, sitting down at the head of where all the tables and chairs, and stared going through the list of people she could still recall were in the Outsiders.

Shadow the Hedgehog

Shadow

Sokka

Mai

Haku

Alessa (?)

She sighed. She knew there were more people than this, but it HAD been awhile since they met In any case, now she was hoping she could get a more comprehensive list of people still in or at least willing to join the Outsiders. Courtesy of Matt, she'd gotten some refreshments, and there was now a big sign that said: OUTSIDERS: EXISTING AND NEW MEMBERS WELCOME on a banner if front of the motel.

She was also hoping, along with Toph, Sokka and Mai arriving, that a certain bald headed monk might make an appearance too.

With his bugout location secure, and now stocked with some food John decided it was time to get some weapons. Carefully he made his way to the armory making damn sure this time that no one else was around. He wasn't going to slip up again like he had at the Vatican.

Scrolling through the weapons in the armory computer he was impressed with the selection. Hell, some of these hadn't even finished being developed before Judgment Day occurred. If he wasn't god only knows where being ordered around by an AI, and it's slave crew he'd almost be happy about it. In a few minutes he had quite the list assembled. Double checking it one more time he submitted it to the computer.

[Access to that quantity of weapons is restricted. Please see the command staff for authorization. Any furthers attempt to retrieve weapons will result in you being locked out of this system until your access is reauthorized by the captain.]

He glared at the machine, and pulled out his computer. Interfacing it with the omnicomm he started searching for an access panel. Finding one he spent several minutes methodically prying it open enough to get to the console's guts. Patching in he began to run through sub systems one by one looking for a way in. Whoever had designed the security hadn't counted on someone for who information warfare was a way of life. Finally he found a crack in the armor. It wouldn't be pretty, and they'd know he'd been here but he didn't have a choice. It was act now, or let this opportunity slip by.

Running the program the computer began to send out the weapons to the caches John had designated. Now all he had to do was move them again so the crew couldn't track them down by just following the digital trail. Hopefully that would keep them guessing long enough for him to slip back to Grand Central unnoticed.

After another couple of hours he'd managed just that. Already he was prepping the weapons, and loading magazines just in case someone was smart enough to pick up his trail.

[ooc: Once again in case anyone wants it the list of weapons John has stolen is here. Once you see the sub-thread you want your pup in go ahead and tag it. I'll leave it to each thread to sort out their posting order. Have fun everyone!]

Too much doom and gloom on the ship? Easily fixed, if you ask this mechanic.

There is a table in the mess hall, carefully set up just inside one of the doors, with a small sign on top reading, "Free Hugs!" Next to the sign, looking as smiley as she possibly can, sits Kaylee, ready to hug anyone and everyone who walks through the door.

Non-huggers beware, even you are in danger of some cheering up today.

Amidst all the hubub of all the recent additions to the crew, Stacy suddenly stops whatever she was doing at the time across the ship to make an important announcement.

||Warning, general notice to all crew: One of the recently released crew mates, John Connor, has stolen a number of pieces of weaponry from the armory. It also appears he is mentally and emotionally unstable at this point in time. As he is armed and likely dangerous to the crew, it is highly recommended that the crew at large avoid him if at all possible, and that security teams be sent to secure him and the weaponry.||

||It seems he is currently down in the city, but as my sensors down there are still damaged, I cannot track his exact location.||

||Good luck, and be careful.||

Brainiac 5 had been released from GLaDoS's clutches with another individual [PLACEHOLDER: A LINK TO A LOG WITH SPENCER WILL APPEAR HERE LATER], who he'd given some explanations and something of an abrupt tour to, and quickly found his way to Obs Deck, only to find it was rather occupied at the moment.

"Just what we need--more of the dazed and ignorant masses," says the Coluan only mildly contemptuously.

Then he keens a look for the individuals he'd very much like to see.