No, no, no... it's just an accident. She's around here somewhere...!

That's all that was on Peter's mind as he searched the ship for Mary Jane. He knew she was here. He knew she was still a part of the group. She couldn't have just upped and vanished. Her last message had pointed her in the direction of the clothing store, but beyond seeing a tiny little girl, no sign of his red-headed wife.

Swinging across the City, he called out his name, hoping for some sort of answer and... none. Nothing. Just as fast as she came, she was gone. It was if the ship played a cruel joke on him - brought Mary Jane out to raise his spirits, then yank her away to shatter them.

Landing by one of the wrecked buildings, Peter slowly seethed before turning his anger on a nearby wall, his enhanced strength leveling.

"Bring her back! Bring her back, damn you!" he roared in anger, not caring if Stacy could or couldn't hear her. Slumping to his knees, he tried his best not to break down. It wasn't enough to know she was still alive. He would rather have her here with him...

Uh-oh.

It looks like one (1) Yuuno Scrya has found the library.

Of course, once he has, he instantly started moving everywhere, fascinated by anything and everything, and trying to figure out what was what. He wandered everywhere, trying out everything, and quite possibly even internally comparing it to anything he'd seen before.

Your mission, should you choose to accept it, is to detract his attention from the marvel that is the library.

Ready?

Go.


[ ooc: I also want to apologize for any dropped threads I had back in podpop/meat and greet. ;__; stupid me got overwhelmed again and lost track of things I was supposed to tag. ]

Since waking up on Stacy, Sho had met a few nice people and was starting to get used to the sudden changes. After getting over his initial shock, Sho began to explore the rest of the ship. It was amazing to be sure, but he honestly couldn't say it was unfamiliar. The bio-mechanical workings of everything, it was so much like the ship of the Creators, and by extension the Guyver. Sho couldn't help but wonder if one of these aliens, the Daligig or the Ohm, were in fact the Creators. Had Sho been taken to another universe, or could this in fact still be his universe?

There was so much Sho wanted to ask, but he knew none of that really mattered. He would find out in time. Right now, Sho just needed to lay down. He finds the sleeping halls and manages to figure out what it's used for. Finding an empty cubbyhole, Sho gets in and immediately feels a little uneasy. It wasn't really because of the throbbing walls or the strange air vents, but rather the fact that it did not feel very private, and Sho realized that this was simply something he would have to get used to.

Sho lays in the cubbyhole for a while, attempting to take a nap, but he simply can't at the moment. Sho sighs and climbs out, rubbing an eye. "I'll try again when I'm feeling sleepier."

There is a LOT more than I expected under the cut, so feel free to skip to the outside bit.

( The latest talk on the comm had bothered Katara more than she let on. )

So here she was and she closed her eyes: she never doubted her devotion to the people on this ship, no matter what individual members angered her, made her feel like she was less than she was. She did NOT want them to suffer more than they had, like she had, losing their worlds. What made her angry was the doubt in her own heart, that her own happiness was so out of reach no matter what she did, no matter what she did. Aang was there and made her understand true love, Matt was there to stop that pain of having nothing, of not having to scream in her own head. The ship blurred things in her own heart and made her lose sight so much.

So the simulation came back to an unpleasant time: the Nightmare King unleashed one of the scariest things she'd ever seen: the T-1000, a robot bent of human destruction, one that needed several attacks to take down.

SHE'D SHOW THEM.

"Let's do this!" She yelled, and attacked with fury.

The first thing that Asuka had done was open a comm post to see how long it had been. Then she'd learned she'd been gone for months. Precious, valuable months spent running mazes (she couldn't exactly remember it all - it was a blur, like a dream). She was probably left behind by now! So, the third thing she'd done was gone straight to the Sensoriums and started flying. She'd done combat scenarios, cold starts, everything that she'd learned before, she'd done over and over again, trying to improve her reaction times, trying to master the controls.

There was no way in Hell she was going to be the worst pilot in the squadron. She was going to be the best. Which was why she'd just gone for a day or so without sleep and was more then a little bit exhausted.

And still flying a simulated X-Wing.

You couldn't fault her dedication.

 Coming back was odd. It was like he'd never left, and like he'd been gone forever, like the ship was just some dream, some nightmare, to be shrugged off. But, here he was, so best to get it over with, like tearing off an adhesive strip.

He ran a hand along the wall of the hotel, where he and Slobo had spray-painted a large 'O', marking the building as the headquarters.  It was still the same, more or less. A little worse for the wear, but still here, still sturdy. Something bigger than the two of them, something that could last without him.

It was slightly chilling to reflect upon.

He adjusted the chain as it hung on his shoulder, a gift from Slobo that he'd always kept with him. It reminded him of better times... Slo trying to teach him and Katara to fight with other weapons, shortly after he'd arrived on the ship. Better times. Times before Rose and everything she had brought into his life.
He breathed a long sigh, trying to calm himself, and opened the door to the hq. His hq. Where he wasn't in charge anymore. Where maybe no one was; maybe the Outsiders didn't even exist anymore, and he was completely forgotten. 

Time to find out.

This was an illusion. Precia knew that; she herself had been the one to program the parameters for this particular place. Still, as she sat with the (false; she knew it was false, even if it felt real) sun at her back, a warm breeze blowing through the grass, it was all too easy to let herself believe it.

She smiled, picking daisies and braiding them together. "Alicia? Here you go." A small girl with blonde hair came over to her, and Precia crowned her with those daisies. "My pretty princess."

This couldn't last forever, she knew that perfectly well. But...as it was, she could stay a while longer.

If there was one thing Hoshi knew, it was to not let your body wane in strength. After getting her feet wet in what went on and the basics of the ship, she decided to go to the Sensoriums. The process of recreating the area where her team usually frequented was a bit complicated, but there it was.

It was a warehouse, the same one her and her teammates trained in. It was also big enough to run around in as well as beyblade in. There were a stack of boxes to one side as well as some equipment to train if the need was present. She was dressed in a simple white t-shirt and a pair of black shorts. Her hair was tied up into a ponytail with her hair away from her face.

She had one hand down on the ground, supporting her weight on her arm as her other arm was bent and behind her back. Her toes were firm against the ground and her body was in perfect push up position.

After a while of doing this, she got up and panted. She moved her arm up to dab at the sweat that collected on her forehead before she shook her head. Training was always fun and it was definitely needed after some time of not doing it.

On the rare occasions when his life called for something more formal than a loud shirt and pants with grease stains, Wash didn't mind looking formal. But there was something different about a nice suit and a uniform like this.

Wash kept tugging at the sleeves as he walked through Stacy's corridors - Rein's tailoring was perfect, it wasn't like they were too short. It just felt restricting, in a way Wash wasn't really used to. The duty uniforms were less stiff, but he couldn't deny that the dress uniforms looked good.

He wondered what Zoe would have thought if she could see him in it. Would she like it? More likely she'd tease him for going so law-abiding and buttoned up.

((OOC: Here is Wash all shiny in green.))