He'd known as soon as she'd left. Queen Nanashi was no longer walking around the ship. She had, no doubt, been put back into a pod. He didn't feel any excess alarm from her, she'd simply disappeared, as though she'd fallen asleep. That being the way it was, he knew what he had to do. He put away his project, and headed for Fletcher's room. He'd be able to find him easily with the connection, but he'd told Fletcher wouldn't do anything, and he was going to hold to his promise.

"Hello?" he called in, with a bit of hesitation. "Fletcher, are you here?"

Pepper enjoyed working for Leon. A much easier boss than Tony, he was polite and professional. Rather like if she worked for Rhodey instead of Tony, come to think of it.

Today started like the others, but she always anticipated something out of the ordinary, being a long standing habit of hers from years dealing with the quirks of Anthony Stark.

Dressed in a black dress and her precious heels, Pepper immersed herself in paperwork, but ready to greet visitors as necessary.


[Feel free to bother Pepper either on her own or if you wish to see The Captain. Each thread is an individual action!]

While Commander Rahk kept himself busy teaching the crew how to use their new GIA toys and working on the Ohm simulation, his two recruits were busy doing other things.

The rather unpleasant Revus was currently in Neuropathy, making good on his promise to do his best to work on Stacy's programming.

Unfortunately, this led to a rather unintelligible string of curses streaming from his workstation.

"Flething krell," he spat angrily, typing furiously at his holoscreen. "How this thing got so bletched, I'll never know. Even the tertiary subroutines are corrupted."

He continued grumbling audibly, muttering things children on some planet somewhere shouldn't be allowed to hear. He might seem completely and utterly unapproachable, but hey, you never know, right?

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Ippli, on the other hand, seemed far more amicable at the moment.

He was in the Hydroponics deck currently, taking his free time to relax. At the moment, he was playing with several young Skyyrk--having somehow managed to teach them to toss a ball back and forth with him--their mother watching closely nearby. He was quite visibly enjoying himself, and appeared to be rather comfortable around the odd little creatures.

Unlike his dour cohort, Ippli appeared much more approachable. Perhaps you could somehow manage to grab his attention long enough for a chat.

[ooc: be sure to note which one you're tagging in your tag]

Someone on the omnicoms had seen that according to the calendar set up on the ship for all this time, it was nearing Christmas. Christmas had only been a couple of months ago by Ren's personal calendar, dated to when he'd left, and it had been a bittersweet affair, with him and Shinji forced to watch as Yui began to fade away.

Call him a Scrooge, but Ren was feeling rather "bah humbug" about the holiday right now. Still, there were cake ingredients that hadn't been used yet for Yui's birthday, and he had a feeling that if he was going to mope about Yui, then she'd at least want him to remember her over the cake she'd never gotten the chance to eat.

He lit a candle and placed it in the center of the frosted cake, watching it burn out for Yui. The door to Atori was open, since if there was anything Ren had noticed over his past few months here, it was that people tended to drop by when he had something cooking.