Sam had had quite the productive shore leave. But now he had a problem. He had made use of all of the available cold storage in the medbay, and he still had quite a bit of blood to store. And he had to begin the screening process as well. That was going to take a long time. He would have to set some aside that would be suitable for transfusions, should the need ever arise. Whatever was unusable for that would be reserved for consumption by those like himself.

But it felt good to have something to do, regardless. He hoped those in the contagion lab had some storage space to lend. He knocked on the side of the door and peeked his head in. "Ah, excuse me," he began. He saw the busy Spaniard at work. "Could I ask a favor, as one professional to another?" Hopefully he wouldn't get too angry about being interrupted.

[OOC: Time is an illusion, and also very bendy]

Vader, upon his return to Stacy, has found the Sensoriums.

He's been absorbed in them for the better part of an hour- first fighting numerous lightsaber duels with a holographic Obi-Wan Kenobi, ending each duel with a triumphant and increasingly violent killing stroke, then simply dismembering the hologram through various means. He was currently on Mustafar, kneeling by a river of lava and shoving Obi-Wan's face in and out of the flow, pausing to evaluate the various shrieks and gurgles of the simulated man.

It was beginning to bore him. It was not nearly as satisfying as he knew the real thing would be.

Morale was high, and everyone had their share of fun, but now it was time to part ways with Zokez II.

As everyone made their way back to the spaceport to be picked up, they could see the Obs Deck waiting for them with ramp open, and large tendrils eagerly moving vehicles and cargo back aboard.

It's about time to say goodbye to this planet...but fate, it seems, has other ideas.

[OOC: PLOT BEGINS! Here's how it goes: A handful of techies and a couple fighty people (as escort) will be on the reactor end of this part of the plot, while everyone else can help out with the evacuation.]

[OOC pt 2: Also, sorry, it apparently wasn't clear that they hadn't actually gotten back onto the ship yet. Plot is obviously taking place on the planet.]

Somewhere near the hub, GLaDoS is returning crew members to the main portion of the ship.

“For your participation, cake and therapy may be obtained in the lobby.”

Mulan springs to her feet. “What lobby?”

Zuko, who looks the most singed of the group, picks himself up and brushes off the front of his plantsuit. “I never want to hear a word about cake again as long as I live.”

“Really?” Biff is adjusting his kilt, which, unfortunately for the rest of the group, has had more than a few wardrobe slips during their runs through the mazes. “Because I’m going to the Sensoriums right now to find out what it is.”

No one shows any signs of accompanying him. Allen, frantically checking his Omnicom, has gone paler than usual. “Motherfuck. I need to talk to Chief, like right now.”

“Why, what day is it?” Will starts to ask, but he has already taken off. She calls after him, brow knitted with confusion. “How long were we in there?”

“Too long.” Goliath leans against the wall, looking more irritated than usual. This may have something to do with the fact that he appears to have been functioning as the group’s meat-shield, judging by the amount of injuries he’s sustained, all hastily bandaged with the remnants of Mulan’s oversized men’s shirt. “I think –”

He doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he turns to stone.

Will looks relieved. The remaining two just look confused. “Good. He said sleep would make him feel better.” She yawns . “Speaking of sleep, it would probably make us all feel better.”

“Uh –“ Mulan is still staring at the stone gargoyle. “Maybe we should move him first?”
“He should be all right.” Will tucks her hair behind her ear. “I don’t want to accidently break him or anything.”

“Then I’m going to find out what’s been going on. And how long we were gone.” Zuko stalks away from the girls, swords still drawn.

Will looks at Mulan again. “So . . . that’s probably a good idea. Do you want to go to the cafeteria first? I’m hungry, even for slop.”

“That does sound good.” She looks down at her exposed plantsuit – “maybe I can find someone who’ll let me have another shirt on the way.”