First, he had to hit Engineering to talk to this Billy fellow--and cross his fingers and hope for the best. This wasn't Metrocity, he hadn't saved the day here and worked for the peoples' trust, and while he'd read that Constitution about people not being punished for past crimes that didn't necessarily mean there wouldn't be attitudes of distrust and the like.

There was, of course, the option of lying about his former villainhood, but good guys weren't supposed to do that, right? And with Roxanne not remembering that he'd reformed, all he'd need was for her to mention he was a villain, and then he'd have to explain the whole thing, and then it would get all messy.

It was better people knew ahead of time. It was better that got their judging...thing out of the way ahead of time, especially if he was trying to work under them.

So off to Engineering he went. Now that he was fairly certain he didn't have anyone to intimidate, he wasn't wearing his cape or the collar, hoping to look as normal as possible.

Of course, on the way there, and afterward, he nosed around into many a place on the ship to look around, often blurting out "Incredible!" "Magnificent!" "Do you see that? That is the coolest thing I've ever seen!" and other such exclamations at the wonders he saw. The ship was a beaut, a techno-organic masterpiece!

[ooc: You can catch him poking around just about anywhere on the ship, although his jaunt to Engineering comes first chronologically. Just specify where he ran into your guy.]</font

It was a mutual decision that Rein and Ed would be passing customers back and forth between each other. Everyone liked clothing and people liked trinkets being made right? As thus being said, they had put up banners and a nice post with "Atelier Elric" <--- and "Stormwind Clothiers" ---> scribbled on it in fancy Crannagan script. Perfectly legible by anyone who knew at least English.

It was here both were getting ready for receiving customers and it was hoping that they would come and use their businesses wisely.

(ooc: easy enough. Put either Ed or Rein in the subject line so I know who you want, and they'll get something created for you, either it be trinkets/small items/etc or clothing. Both have cookies so drop on by. Repeat customers are certainly welcome.

PS: I am feeling much better this morning.)

Okay. Time to go through this stuff, Jaime figured. He'd spent a few days just wandering the ship and looking around, poking through the city. It was unnerving, being here. Seeing a couple people who knew him but who he didn't recognize. So now, he supposed, it was time to go through these notes. He'd set himself up in the media library with the modified omnicomm and was preparing to go through the information therein.

It was strange. Like looking at notes he'd taken in one of his classes--but he didn't remember writing them. But they were his, all the same. He sighed quietly and scrolled through the various options. Where to start? It was all so overwhelming. It reminded him of when he had first gotten the Scarab. The fear, the uncertainty, the confusion. He'd hoped he'd never have to feel like that again, but here he was.

Time to get to work.

_{[[OOC: Semi-open! This is for Saphie and I to do some info-dumping, primarily, but if you wanna come bug Jaime, drop me a line and I'll more than likely give you the go ahead.]]}

Somewhere on Stacy, a fleshy wall opened and ejected four people. Sherry turned and kicked the wall as it closed.

“I hope this isn’t another stupid test,” she grumbled and pushed her hair from her eyes.

“I don’t think it is, that... thing did thank us,” Namira patted the little girl’s shoulder. “So, I imagine that our testing is over, for the moment.”

[Not a moment too soon.] Nehaalista signed as she stalked off towards where she hoped the Hub was.

“I’ll take Sherry-chan back to her parents,” Miku offered. “I imagine they’re worried.” Especially if they only just realized their child had been missing for two weeks or so. Namira nodded and Sherry frowned. “With her permission, of course.” She looked back at the little girl, who seemed a bit annoyed that she was being talked over (so to speak, as she was nearly the same height as the petite Japanese girl).

“I can find my way on my own, but fine.” Sherry crossed her arms. “Can we get going? I don’t want GLaDOS to change her mind.”

“Absolutely. I have a mabari to find, myself. Goodbye, you two. I’m sure we’ll see one another soon.” Namira smiled and hurried off to care for Hakkar.

“Alright, Sherry-chan. I think it’s... this way,” Miku put her hand on Sherry’s shoulder and led her down the hallway.

((ooc note: If you want to interact with anyone, just put their name in the subject line. Miku and Sherry are available together (before Sherry is delivered back to her parents) and apart (after Sherry’s been delivered), just let me know. :3))

A little way off from the Labyrinth in the City, there was an apparently normal farmhouse. Normal, except for the fact that in it's world it (and, more specifically, it's barn) had become a global landmark and it was also occupied by a bunch of teenagers, one middle-aged woman, a bird, and an Andalite.

[[ooc: Okay, so this is basically a post were we plan to stick a whole bunch of threads relating to daily live at the Animorphs house. Its not really set in any particular time, since it's mostly going to be everyday stuff and we'll probably just stick future everyday threads here so we don't spam the comm with it. The post is open though, if anyone else wants to come visit them or something - just make a note in the subject whether you're looking to thread with someone in particular, or are just happy to tag with whoever happens to answer the door]]

Since the podpop, Thom had kept to himself. The crew quarters were crowded and noisy, so he spent as little time there as possible, stealing back to his quarters when the ship seemed to be sleeping. So far, no one had either noticed or asked about the Gift-sickness he still bore.

The signs were all still there, of course. Most of the frequented areas on the ship were brightly lit enough that the glow from his skin wasn't visible, but the fever was omnipresent, and in dimly lit corridors it was always a possibility that it might be noticed.

Thom resolved to figure out how to cure the taint in his Gift as quickly as possible, so he could put the problem behind him. To that end, he was holed up in the media library. At his left elbow sat a prodigious stack of tablets he had yet to peruse. At his right elbow were two more piles - one, neat and tidy, were the tablets whose contents looked interesting enough to read in full. The other was a haphazard pile of discarded material.

He skimmed through the current tablet with his face set in a mask of fierce concentration.

The sensoriums was usually the place to go whenever someone wanted to unwind. In the case of one girl, she didn't mind unwinding there at all but for now...she had to improve herself and push her limits as a Coordinator.

Which was why if anyone else were to walk inside, they would hear a lot of cheering as the sensoriums currently looked like the grounds of a Contest battle - 3 animated judges were in the background, one looking suspiciously like a nurse - and two skilled competitors were facing each other on opposing ends.

One of the two competitors was dressed up rather nicely, in a white suit that complimented her quite well. The other? In a dress that seemed to fit her style and almost be considered the other's counterpart. What her opponent said wasn't heard, but she could read her well enough to know the meaning - and she was proven correct as a Cat-like Pokemon appeared on the opposite side of the stadium.

Taking a deep breath, Dawn exhaled before staring down her best friend/rival and smiling confidently with a look in her eyes that said she wasn't giving up or backing down.

"Piplup...SPOTLIGHT!!!"

And with that, the clock started counting down from 5:00...