[Bendy-timed back to just after the engineering meeting, closed for Fifth Doctor]

The meeting had proved quite interesting to Celena.  Gave her a good deal to think about, both about the department itself, the people within it and the projects that had been brought up. Needless to say she would be looking further into the department herself. Apart from simple interest in it all she had gathered two particular outcomes from the meeting, one a possible step along in the completion and work of a project she'd been working quietly for the moment, and the second an encounter with one calling himself the Doctor and a request to talk with her after the meeting.

And thus here she was, waiting near the door to Special Weapons, waiting for the Doctor patiently. A softly glowing crystal device held to a thin chain hanging around her neck displaying what seemed to be a holographic schematic of a device of some kind, what it was was hard to tell as the dragoness manipulated the image thoughtfully, though a light swipe of a paw would disable the image once the Doctor approached her.

This ship... was huge. And 'huge' didn't even seem to be a big enough word. Gargantuan. Cavernous. Ratchet's logical mind was struggling to understand how something on this scale was possible, but then again, common sense pointed out, they were dealing with interdenominational world eaters and planets full of people sleeping in pods. Logic didn't seem to have a very good hold on this situation.

He had detoured briefly to the medical wing earlier, but he knew better- if he went in there now, he'd be gone. Even a glimpse was enough to convince him that he was going to spend days just figuring the basics out. And the last thing he wanted was a week from now to realize that he didn't even know Stacy's basic layout. So he was starting with the City.

The sky was a nice touch, if somewhat startling at first. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting when he started out, but he was very quickly wondering if he'd taken on more than he could handle. There seemed to be more of this place than he would have thought there to be room for and he was getting the distinct feeling that maybe aimless wandering was going to get him lost.

At least he could say it would be an adventure.

[OOC: Sort of bendytime'd? I'd meant to get this up earlier. 8B Ratch is wandering around the City, sticking his nose into all kinds of places in the name of exploration. Please feel free to tag with impunity! <3 ]

"Welp, I think everyone's situated."

This was what Hiccup said as he came in through the door, and he looked rather pleased that there was indeed anyone to get settled in. Just like that, they'd gone from being a lone two Vikings to having Toothless and a bunch of familiar faces from home.

Hiccup maneuvered his way over, leaned his crutches against the wall, and half-hopped, half-limped, still wincing with each step from the automail, until he jumped into their bed.

 [For the sake of not spamming the front page, I'm combining Alex's visit to the science and medical departments in one thread. Anyone can comment the main log if they want to run into him on his way there. If he's finding you in the departments themselves, comment the department.]

Alex really just wanted to stay in his room at the crew quarters. It was quiet and private and he could browse the comms all day, figuring out the programming. 

But, he needed his pills. He could probably talk to the ship about it, though he just knew he didn't like the ship... the exact reason was escaping him though. So he had contacted science when he had noticed a post by them on the comm system. He had his pill bottle with him, as always, so that he could give a pill as a sample to someone in the science department. While they analysed that he'd make his way to the medical department, which was apparently just across the hall or something.

While actually getting the ball rolling on having some tests done was not required for immediate survival, it insured that he wouldn't be killed if when Loretta got on board. He refused to think that there was any possibility that she and Mikel would not show up. Without the government breathing down their necks, it would be far easier to find out what had been done to them. Loretta would kill him if he didn't take this chance to at least try to find out more about what they were being used as lab rats for.

Things had been a little more than hectic on Sasami's part, between the elections, her ungraceful loss, her taking up Nathan's offer and the recent podpop. She made sure she got a message out, letting the others know that she was there for the other kids, but part of her wondered if they knew... or maybe even cared.

Letting out a sigh, she made her way outside of her home, the massive tree palace, and made her way up to part of its base, looking out towards the city. Another building or two seemed to have been found making its skyline a bit more fuller. Letting out a sigh, she began to relax on her perch.

"...with everything going on... I wonder if things will ever be normal..."

Haku's river was like a white snake, curling through the city with a comfortable laziness. It was deep in some places, slow-flowing and calm, except where the veiny surface of Stacy jutted up beneath the soil and forced stones and cobbles to bring rapids to life. There was at least one otherwise undamaged road that was no permanently ruined by the swift-curling water that cut through its middle.

There was a place where the water pooled in a relatively shallow basin. He'd dug it deeper as water is wont to do, until it was more than a pond, but not quite a lake, deep and very clear, all the way to the bottom, and the water's flow helpfully filled it to the brim. If this had not been so clean and lifeless a place, rushes would have sprung up immediately on the banks.

For himself, Haku was finally in view, for the first time in nearly a month, standing on water that was smooth as glass, for all the world as if the liquid surface was solid.

And he was looking, watching a figure at the side of the water...

For the past week, Fate had been training non-stop in the Sensoriums. She wasn't as obsessed with training as certain other people she knew, but after spending so much time making sure she was one hundred percent healed, she was really, really starting to get restless. Her confidence in her skills had also taken a blow on Zokez II, and she had been trying her best to get back in top form.

So here she was, in a large, empty stadium. She normally used the empty city simulation many of the other mages seemed to favor, but ever since she agreed to train with Setsuna a few days ago, she decided to set this up, just in case she showed up. She didn't know what the other girl could do, so it's best to go with something simple for now.

Taking a deep breath, Fate looked down at the staff in her hands. "Let's go, Bardiche."

"Yes sir."

And as she shot into the air, several drones appeared around her, ready to strike.

It had been a month since their last Warfare Training session and both teachers were worried that their students' progress would have suffered for it. But with everything that happened on Zokez II, Ronon and Kang were both certain that everyone could see the importance of learning how to fight and defend yourselves properly. Stacy had also a lot of new crew released from their pods not too long ago. Numbers for training were sure to increase.

One major change to training from this month was the venue. Previously it was held in the Drunken Dragon Tavern but now they were standing in a Sensorium replica of Atlantis' Mess Hall without the tables and chairs but instead benches to the side. As students made their way through the Sensorium doors and the lower, lobby part of the mess hall, they could see Kang and Ronon waiting on top of the 4 steps before the main part of the mess hall. Ronon was going over today's lesson contents in his mind when Kang leaned towards him, indicating to start.

Ronon straightened up and looked at the crowd, his task master mode on. "Welcome back to Warfare Training. I know some of you are new to this. I'm Ronon Dex," He then gestured to Kang. "And this is Kang and some of you may know him as the owner of the Druken Dragon Tavern and one of the Council members. We'll be your main teachers for these sessions."

Kang's wings rustled slightly, and he grinned. "I mentioned this already, on the channel, but I'm going to say it again: this is not going to be easy. You will get hurt. You will be sore for days on end."

He crossed his arms over his chest, "Remember, this class is voluntary. If you can't handle it, then leave; we don't tolerate whining or half-assing. We also won't tolerate any sort of discrimination based on age or sex, so be respectful to your fellow classmates, and to your instructors." There may or may not have been a pointed look at Grif with that last bit.

"Because we haven't met for a while, and we have newcomers, the next few days are going to be more about review. I know some of you continued training on your own, but not everyone, and we won't ask why. We know there were injuries.

"Let's begin."

[Things to be covered!

Revision of hand-to-hand, sword, knife and axe combat and firearms!

Previously!

April 26 - May 9: Basics of hand-to-hand, proper knife and sword handling. Important points: Eye contact with an opponent at all times, prevention of telegraphing moves, breathing, learning to read an opponent and spot weaknesses. Most of it so far has been defensive rather than offensive.

May 10 - May 23: More hand-to-hand, basic offensive moves with knives and swords, basics of guns.

May 24 - June 6: Basics of hand-to-hand, shooting practice with handguns and knife and sword training. It was the start of more offensive training.

June 7 - June 20: The beginning of Ohm training. Hand to hand as always. More Sword training. More shooting practice and gun maintenance. Gotta keep those guns clean.

Notes!

From now on, Warfare Training will come with a hand-wavey thread so characters can sign in and everyone knows who was there even if you don't reply to the main threads. Don't forget to tag yourselves in if you use the hand-wave thread too. Hope you enjoy~]

In light of her run-in with that odious, terrible, frustrating the Death Knight and the Tauren, Nehaalista had chosen to retreat to the sensoriums. While it still baffled her a bit, it was there she could call up Tuurem, as she'd known it, before the Horde, before her own training had led her family to the city.

It was a little collection of small homes and buildings (small as compared to a Draenei, anyway), along the river. Villagers she remembered, now long, long dead, bustled here and there, attending to business that had never concerned Nehaalista. Huntsmen and bakers, blacksmiths and fishwives, all protected by the peacekeepers that patrolled the town in twos. The sound of hooves were everywhere. Somewhere in the distance, an elekk trumpeted as it came down the road. The light in Terrokar was blue as ever, thanks to the olemba trees filtration.

Nehaalista sat next to the riverbank and watched workers setting up tents for a festival of one kind or another. She smoothed a hand over the skirt of her robe and nibbled at some bread. She passed it over to the little Draenei boy next to her and signed, [Eat, Faram.] The words appeared over her head as she signed them. It was good to hear her mothertongue spoken in such volume again, coming over the buildings and rooftops in half-muttered curses and well-meaning joking.

Calls-All paced up and down the hallways of the throbbing ship in her ten-foot talk half-shark form, nose pressed up against the wall. It smelled...strange, organic, almost like kelp. The beast that had taken Calls-All into her body was definitely alive, but it didn't seem like there was any immediate danger to be had from said beast. She grabbed the suit that she'd had draped over her shoulder and shoved her nose into it, hoping to find differences between the two.

After a few minutes, she draped the suit over her shoulder again, satisfied, and continued her pacing. "Your love is like the love of Kun," she whispered to the walls. "Vast, frightening. I fear you would crush me in it." She paused, waiting for an answer, only to walk on when the answer never came. After a few more minutes, she stopped again and turned to face the walls. Mouth opening and closing, she stood there, tilting her head this way and that. It almost looked like she wanted to take a bite out of the wall.