Reimi sunk into the water of the Co-Ed side, making sure that her towel was fastened securely before she let herself relax. It had been a long day and the Calnus was up and running. And yet she heard there was some kind of Darksoul slipping around but so far, she hadn't run into anyone who was acting out of the ordinary.

Sinking to the water, she poked a bubble that was forming from the jets and let herself relax a little more, the day's aches from working on the Calnus finally ebbing away.

At least it was nice and quiet there right now.

It was a fact: Stacy was the most awesome place in a universe full of awesome places.  Yes.

There were people, and it was scary that they looked at him and saw him, but they were nice!  Hardly any screaming or crying at all, and best of all, they stayed there and talked to him for a long, long time before fear and/or revulsion drove them away.  And there was food!  Perfect food, made just for him.  He'd never had food made just for him, not when he was in his bloody form!  It was wonderful, and it had come in a vat-sized portion, and he was happy.  So happy.  Much bigger, and so, so happy.

And there were places to explore!  Lots and lots and lots!  He'd never thought there could be a place so big.  There wasn't enough room in his imagining for it.

That was what he was doing now: exploring.  He had fed, and now there were pieces of him washing along in several locations, building a mental map.  To someone with a distant perspective and the right kind of mind, there might have been something pleasing about the intricately branching path of his wandering and the thoroughness with which he explored every surface he could.  In time, he came to the city, and then he all but exploded with enthusiasm.  Big!

To someone with a more personal, immediate perspective and the unfortunate timing to be right there when Duuv came through, it looked like street was suddenly awash with blood.  It swept along in low-crested waves, coiling up walls and anything else that looked climbable, and it had an unfortunate tendency to launch itself off of things, squirting up into the air and expanding into a huge, drifting, happily laughing sheet.  The only mercy was that he was careful to leave a healthy gap between himself and others - though there were many who would say that three feet of personal space was not enough when the other person was a large piece of Duuv.

"Whee!"

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Half-carrying Eva into the house, Marco soon maneuvered her to the couch. "Move from there and I'm never buying you a fancy car again," he said, before moving off to start looking through the house.

"Cassie?" he said, yelling. "Cassie!"

There were some unusual sounds in the Hangar today. Namely, the sounds of a large particle rifle discharging several rounds, followed by the sound of whatever was on the wrong end of those shots quite violently becoming shards of scrap metal. Occasionally, there were also some loud thump, thump, thumps, as a pair of mobile suits would periodically reposition themselves.

Yep. Mobile suits. Or more specifically, the Gundams known as Dynames and the 00 Raiser.

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"Target row cleared. Hit rate: 100%" he spoke over the comms, his voice as emotionless as it always was. "You can commence firing at the next row at your discretion."

Still, while Setsuna's attention might have been focused on Lockon's ability, the fact that there were two giant robots blowing stuff up indoors might draw the attention of others as well.

[Feel free to talk to Setsuna or Lockon or both, or whomever else is around. Thread crashing is encouraged, though you might want to ask first just to be safe]

Don't ask where he got the shades. Dr. Venkman had his ways, as he whistled along on his way into a section of medbay that had been set aside. Psychiatric evaluation were tedious yes, but at least it was something to do on this ship. Money's non existent, his buddies are still snoring away in the pods somewhere. Pete had to do something more than trying to chat up the ladies in the tavern or elsewhere.

He settled in a seat, and lounged back with a notepad. He hoped Samson hadn't snagged all the babes on his shift at least. Not that he would flirt during the evaluations no. That was after, over drinks of course. He was a professional after all.

"All right, who's first on the plate?"