Pepper waited, perched on one of the couches, what were they made of?, a bag holding clothing next to her.

She used habit of years of working for Tony Stark as a way to cope with the new turn her life had taken. Pepper had adjusted well, making new acquaintances, yet having some semblance of normalcy soothed her nerves, if the new normal was sitting on a throbbing couch after having been fitted by a floating dressmaker.

Tony's revelations during the entire pop out of a pod ordeal were kept forcibly shoved in the back of her mind, as she wasn't ready to deal with the fact that he nearly died from the very thing he needed to stay alive or that he thought she had forgotten things, something she had never done in her years of service.

Crossing her legs, Pepper kept an eagle eye out for her boss.

There is only so much one can do by himself before starting to run out of ideas.

Case in point: Lowe's need to build and create had pretty much hit a roadblock as of lately. He's come to realize that, if they were going to fight the Ohm, they would need better gear. Sadly, sitting in the cockpit of the Red Frame for hours at a time in thought wasn't going to cut it. So, he ended up making his way to the Media Library and begin a bit of research there.

What he found was amazing...

"Man, I never knew these sorts of things were around here!" Lowe said, feeding another one of the chips into his Omnicomm, which was pretty much kitbashed onto 8 for better reading and transmitting.

[Agreed. I'd say that this could really give us a leg up on ideas...!] 8 replied as different data and schematics flashed up on its screen. Amongst the scattered chips were different notes Lowe had taken, most of them doodles of Red Frame with different weapons and forms. One had Red Frame with a staff of sorts with a picture of a shape transforming into the staff with the notes "Need to be compact and wieldy. Find Nano Nana Nani Magic Dept. Head for example." Another was a doodle of him in an armor, striking a goofy pose with the note "This is possible. Find Sylia? Master Chef Chief."

"I gotta stop writing in pen." Lowe muttered as he scratched out another small note and corrected it.

Rei sat slumped over on one of the couches, one hand cradling his head, the other clutching his watch hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. He felt strange, slightly dizzy and off balance. Some of that may have been due to blood loss from the vampire feeding on him, but he could tell there was more to it then that. There was a buzzing in his head, words and images and sounds that he couldn't place. He'd been feeling something bubbling up inside him for a while now, a feeling of age and a voice that wasn't entirely his own.

His dog sat at his feet, her head titled to the side in concern. He hadn't been yelling at her like usual, and he'd let go of her leash. He could feel a headache coming on, and for the first time since getting her, he didn't care about what Fati was doing at the moment. He was doing his best to just stay lucid, though it probably wasn't wise that he was staring at the windows, and at the unnerving bleed.

He didn't notice when someone came into the obs deck, though Fati did, and she looked to them and whimpered, partly just bored and wanting someone to play with her, partly concerned for the well being of the person who gave her food.

[OOC: This post is very much open, but I suggest reading this first, to understand what's going on with Rei.]

Amaterasu could feel her heart sink upon seeing the “Plant Temple”. It had brightened her spirit thinking that there was some life on this meat ship. This was not what she was picturing at all when she heard ‘temple’! She imagined it to be a shine of lush green foliage with little song birds and colorful flowers, a refuge of untouched nature, but It was just a sea of vines and scruffy undergrowth. Even so, this was far better than having no growth at all. The condition of the rest of the ship was far worse than this place.

As she journeyed across the ship to reach the temple the sun goddess witnessed the extent of the defoliation. Amongst the twisted, mismatched buildings and houses were patches of brown scraggily grass and shabby shrubs. Hardly anything to rave about and it did nothing to brighten up the place. The ship felt so dull and stagnate. There was a river to break up the vast expanse of brown. Well if you wanted to call that a river. Sure, it flowed like one, but where were the cattails and the water lilies? It was just as barren as the rest of the ship. She wondered if the inhabitants could remember the feel of fresh green grass between their toes or the sweet aroma of a flower.

This was not expectable in the least. Something had to be done. The condition of this place was far worse than that of Nippon. The goddess would have to make everything herself. That was going to require great amount of her spiritual power, but she could do it. She had to.

Amaterasu narrowed her eyes with new found determination and she set off to work, starting with this river. With a flick of her tail there was an eruption of flora. The once barren shore was now covered in reeds, cattails, and weeping willows that gracefully arced over the water casting their shadows. This was only the beginning. Ammy raced through the ship as a tidal wave of green was left in her wake. Tirelessly she worked through the late hours. When the inhabitant woke up it must have been quite a sight. Seemingly over the night the ship had exploded with color. Where there were once bare patches of earth was now covered with grassland and trees of all shapes and sizes. And the flowers! Oh there were flowers everywhere! Around a nearly formed meadow was a ringlet of trees and sitting in the middle was an enormous cherry tree in full bloom. Its soft pink petals fell like snow in the breeze. Sitting at the base was one very tired looking white wolf. It had taken everything the deity had, but she did it. She panted happily as she lay in the grass, she just needed to close her eyes for a bit...

 "You've gotta be kiddin me!" Alex shouted, shaking this video screen he was holding. "My own AI! Stop that!"

Apparently he was having trouble getting through one of the levels of his own game. 

Sure it was using basic text for it's graphics, but he was a programmer, not a graphic's artist. Besides, since he just had different symbols for different units and different colours for different armies and some symbols set aside for use with terrain, there was no need for fancy graphics.

So distracted by his strategy game he nearly walked into one of Stacy's fleshy walls as he wandered down the hallway, stretching his legs. He had spent his time from when he got on the ship until now programming this thing and convincing people from the engineering department to made the equipment he needed. He was damn well going to enjoy this game, even if strategy wasn't his thing. In fact, the only reason why he had made a strategy game at all was because he had an idea earlier for a new algorithm that would more efficiently analyse enemy movements and know how to react better. This was of course, best suited for a.)a fighting game- which would require a graphics artist for it to be really playable- or b.) a strategy game.

So here he was, forty battles in, fighting an AI who seemed to know what moves he would make before he did.

"Come on! Get out of my friggin head you pile of bytes!"

Yup, he was far too into this game to notice much of anything around him. Even the walls sometimes got in his way. He didn't much care- usually you were left alone if you appeared very busy, and this game was getting to be such a pain now, he had to focus on it. For all he knew, he was about to walk straight into someone. Given the sheer number of people on the ship, this was bound to happen.

Despite how long they'd been on the ship, there had been five individuals who, for whatever reason, had not been kidnapped by GLaDoS. That had all changed several days ago when they were taken at different times and forced to run mazes.

Now, for whatever reasons, they were each spat out back onto the meatship.

[[OOC: Go tag the subthread of whoever you want your characters to run into. That way there's no flood of posts.]]

As soon as he was able, Cowabunga and Humar had set out for Engineering department. Clearing a space for himself, the Tauren disconnected the prosthetic arm, wincing a bit thanks to the shock to his nerves. After he placed the large construct down, Cowabunga leaned back on the table as Humar lay down, and they waited for Winry to arrive.

It had been something of a production, calling all of the kids available since Devlin and Negi found a big screen monitor and several data disks of what Negi called Rider shows. He and Devlin had indeed found copies of Ryuki, and had decided from that point that they needed to watch this with friends. As such, Negi plugged in the first data disk and the screen lit up as the opening crawl began.

It was a opening scene, people walking home from work on a busy night as a form slipped through the mirror, stalking a woman...

Negi and Devlin had found Kamen Rider Ryuki, and had been determined to share it with everyone of their age group and maybe older. Anyone who was interested could show up that evening as the pair settled down in the crowd.

Ed had told Nanashi that he wanted to introduce her to Al. This reunion of brothers was a momentous occasion, and Nanashi fully intended on treating it as such. She had taken a sensorium room and turned it into the private dining hall- meant for entertaining the most important guests. It was smaller than the main dining hall, though that was not to say that the room was in any way small. There was a long table placed in the centre of the room, long enough to entertain at least 40 people. All along the table stood candelabras with wooden sticks rather than candles, burning with a blue flame. Even with these, the light in the room was still less than a human would generally use. It was a little on the bright side for Nanashi, but at least she did not need her sunglasses.

The chairs around the table were ornately carved and padded with plush velvet cushioning. Only three seats at the tabled had plates, but they appeared to be fine china with gold trim. The goblets were finely wrought gold bases with crystal cups, with matching gold utensils. There were fine silk black napkins folded on the plates, with Nanashi's on her lap, her goblet already filled with a dark red liquid. 

There was a door off to the side, aside from the entrance, with a young female vampire with green eyes and blond hair tied in a bun. She wore a black and white kimono, holding a black towel over her arm, standing completely still. Nanashi too, was in formal wear- or at least she appeared to be. She was wearing a silk dress, much like the one she usually wore, but it had rubies sewn into the hems. She wore atop this dress a  dark red kimono robe that was loosely tied around her waist. Embroidered into it  with black and silver were dragons, some looking more European than others, but they all maintained a grace among the silver clouds. Her cloak was draped over her shoulders as usual, with the crest of the snake killing the hawk as the hawk grips the snake in it's claws embroidered onto the back. Her long hair was also tied up, braided and twisted into a complex knot, netted with a net that was dotted with crystals. Even pulled up, her hair fell past her shoulders. 

She sat with her elbows on the table and her fingers folded in front of her face, listening to the flute player in his red robe, waiting for the boys to arrive.

Title: Dangers and Apparels
Location: Stacy; The City, Crew Quarters






Renne had been busy for the last couple of days. Now true, much of it had been exploring, practising his walking and relearning his orientation from that new walking stance. This, along with his slow studies had proven relatively fruitful but now? Now he wanted to create something.

And he certainly had something in mind...


He can't help the small grin tugging at his mouth.

Slipping quietly in and quietly back out of one room, Renne composes himself and at least pretends to 'act natural' upon walking carefully (and still a little unsteadily) down the hall.