Being given a little bit of freedom (finally), Sherry had elected to go exploring in the City by herself. There were still places she hadn't wandered through, after all, and she might find something that Vega would be interested in. She trusted him more than the other kidlets, and it was just logical to show off something new to him before the others.

She could almost recall a time when there were other kids that she trusted, and would've wanted to take with her, but when she tried to think about just who it was, it would slide off. So, she was by herself. She discovered the Garibah Tree, and marveled at it for just a moment before something else caught her eye. It was just so dark over there.

Sherry tilted her head up at the sky. It wasn't dark yet (though "dark" could come whenever it felt like it), so she probably had time to do a little exploring. She scurried around the tree, and down before the gate. The little girl exhaled slowly, and reached inside her bag for a little lightstick and cracked it into working. There, at least she wouldn't be wandering around in the dark.

Into the Labyrinth she went: around corners, backing out of dead ends, and into the center. "...There's nothing here," Sherry sighed as she knelt down at the edge of the large hole and peered into the dark. What a bust. "I guess looking down there wouldn't hurt, though." She scooted around to the stairs and sat there for a second, gathering courage before heading down.

It had happened so suddenly. Sasami's joyous return from being GLaDOSed was slightly hampered by a combination of both a sudden emptiness and loss and worrying over the elections. Part of her worried that, even after all she did, she wasn't going to get in. They'd never let her get in, no matter how much she tried.

Attempting to get her mind off of everything, Sasami wandered into the sensoriums, wishing for something simple. She remembered all the times Mihoshi and Kiyone had opted for karaoke night (mostly because Mihoshi dragged Kiyone into it) and there had been a few times they all got into it. Singing felt pretty good right about now.

It seemed that the room read her mind as it changed into a stage of sorts, a karaoke machine waiting for her. At the moment, though, there wasn't anyone around - she was probably just hoping that she could sing by herself and hope that no one else came.

Approaching the stage, Sasami approached the machine and began flipping through some of the songs. One of them caught her eye, especially after reading the lyrics in curiosity. Letting the song start up, Sasami waited for the lyrics to appear...

( ...And she started to sing... )

As the song came to an end, she let out a relaxed sigh... then gasped to realize she had company!

(OoC: Okay, we need another one of these, so I have taken initiative! You can talk to Sasami or you can start up another song if you want! As for what kind of song, it doesn't matter! Just have fun with it! We need it!)

[bendytimed a bit, it wouldn't have taken her QUITE this long to get to the bottom of things, orz]

It didn't really take Claire that much detective work to figure out who on her narrow list of people aware of Steve's unique condition were responsible for the boy's current unfortunate state. Her gut instinct of who was responsible had only been verified by a quick check of Stacy's records, and that was really all she needed, for the moment. She'd make plans to figure out how to deal with the AI later (something involving a brick of C4, perhaps) but for now, she needed to have a word with Lex Luthor.

She didn't know much about the man, but she knew enough to know he'd more or less taken up the bar in the crew lounge as his own, so she headed directly there, intent to wait him out of she had to. When she spotted that very distinctive bald head she quickened her pace, her right hand balling up without her even thinking on it.

"Luthor!" The second Lex turned to his name, he'd find himself getting a square crack in the jaw by one angry Redfield.

In the days after shore leave, Daimon had his hands full. He had managed to find new owners for all of the puppies he had saved, all but two. The green urchin that always followed him around, even if he did not want it too, and another puppy. The second one, at least, did not climb all over him.

It was walk time and he strolled through hydroponics, keeping a close eye on them and hoping they would relieve themselves here instead of on the floor of St Peter's Basilica this time.

You could spot a redheaded kid running through the hallways of Stacy this morning, occasionally yelling things like "WOOHOO!" and "YEAH FINALLY!"

Once the initial jubilation was over, Steve was quick to celebrate his newfound freedom. He went to the mess hall and ate a meal entirely consisting of real, non-slop food. He walked through every hallway he knew just because he could. He said hi to most people he ran into (who cared if they were untrustworthy and likely to stab him in the back later, they weren't science and medical staff!) He went to his room and flopped down on the bed, grateful to be anywhere that wasn't a 6x6 cell sectioned off by a bubble. He changed into some of the normal clothes he'd bought on shore leave, all too pleased to trash the ripped T-shirt he'd been covering up his injuries in.

And then he made his way to the obs deck, where he flopped down on one of the meaty couches and stared out into the Bleed, because it was endless and interesting to look at after spending three weeks staring at the same walls, the same ceiling and the same floor.

His upper right side was still a bit sore from the surgery, and there were still long bandages wrapped around his forearms, but he couldn't be bothered to care if anyone would ask him about them. He was free. Free.

It was even enough to make him stop thinking about things.

This week the recruits were greeted to the sight of the sensoriums transformed into a jungle. A hot, miserable, and humid jungle. So like any other jungle on any other planet, in just about any other universe. Laid out in a clearing will be their blaster rifles, along with a full combat load, and a pack. They'd also find their orange jumpsuits replaced by appropriate combat uniforms. Kyle himself was already loaded up in similar fashion, and prepared to go.

"The scenario for today, recruits, is that we've completed an engagement with the enemy during a long range patrol in this lovely tropical locale, and are now moving to our extraction point. Enemy troops might be pursuing us, we don't know. Because of this, and enemy air activity there is a very narrow window for us to be picked up at the LZ. So that means get your gear, and get a move on!"

Kyle leads them through the jungle for a time before he moved behind some trees, and slipped out of their sight. He's replaced by a replica from the sensoriums that continues along, presenting a perfect target to be eliminated by a skilled sniper from afar. Which is exactly what happened as his doppelganger's head snapped back from the rounds impact, and the body fell with a thud. It was a bit of a cruel trick, but now he could see how this ragtag bunch managed to handle things when left on their own.

[OOC: Kyle will be hiding, and observing the recruits to see how they react, and pull themselves together. Also he has deliberately not established where the chain of command goes should he be taken out. He wants to see who can lead, and who can follow. It's also a test to observe whose ego still needs some adjustment. So argue, and bicker away as your characters please, that's the whole point. Kyle will also be triggering enemy attacks for them to respond to, and even might have brought in a couple of other people to assist him in harassing the recruits as they make their way to the LZ.

John could have been at the party, but he wasn't. It wasn't because of sour grapes either. He simply had important business to take care of. Business for the Major, and John had done exactly as she had requested, and then some. It had been easy for him to find what she'd requested as he'd already stolen half of it on his first visit to the armory. Of course it was much easier this time as he had the proper access. He'd even managed to dig up a Seburo C-25A submachine gun, and one of the cMN-23 assault rifles for her. Keeping the submachine gun supplied with ammo might be a problem due to the odd round, but it couldn't hurt to impress her a little. It did take him a few days however to move the hardware quietly to the city, but he didn't mind. By not using the armory computer, and moving it himself it was far easier to make them simply vanish.

Once he'd finished securing everything he contacted the Major so she could come inspect some of it. Hopefully she'd approve of his efforts, and the new location. It was some kind of large fallout shelter with one hell of a blast door, and enough room to shelter plenty of the crew should any disaster strike. There wasn't any alternate exits that he had found yet, but they could certainly make one if they had to. Exploration of the place turned up that it was called a Vault, and had been built in some universe's America around 2070. It would take a bit of work to clean out, and make completely ready for the team, but it would be well worth the effort. They simply couldn't have asked for a better base of operations.

Once again, change was upon the crew.

The crew had voted. After checking, double checking, and even triple checking the votes to make sure all the numbers were correct, it was finally time to release the results.

Once again using the Obs Deck as a venue, one of the large, holographic screens Stacy usually uses when announcing missions to post the results. It read:

The First Transmigration 9 Civilian and Military Elections

The results are as follows:

Captain: Leon Kennedy

First Officer: Nathan Petrelli

Council:
-Kang
-Superman
-Luke Skywalker
-Chaucer
-Matt Olsen
-Leia Organa
-Elfangor
-Roy Mustang
-Scarlet Witch

Congratulations to the winners!

Now that it was finally over, it was time for both celebrations and disappointment alike. To the victors go the spoils, and to everyone else...well, they would just have to hope that things would improve as they had been promised.

Only time will tell.

Negi hit the wall and sort of slid down it as the wall closed up. "I see now why everyone hates that AI," he groaned, sliding down with his legs sticking up over his head.

He flailed ineffectually for a minute or two and groaned. "Maybe I'll just lay here for a moment... get my bearings..."

Hisk is throwing a party in the Drunken Dragon.

She just hasn't told Kang about it.

It's a general purpose party for the election, for winners and losers (and voters!) alike. EVERYONE is invited!There's beer and real food for all, what more could you ask for?

(OOC: If your character wants to help waiting on people/cooking/what have you, go for it. :D And this is a mingle post so feel free to thread about!)