After having been on the ship for a number of weeks now, Merlin was beginning to get the hang of the place. Or at least, he wasn't finding himself in completely unfamiliar places where it would take him all day to get back to somewhere he recognised quite so often.

At least now he didn't have to worry about needing to get back to his rooms so he could feed Iniss. He hoped that Tom was alright - he still wasn't sure that taking Iniss back was the best thing for Tom, but Merlin had resolved to check up on him. And if Iniss still wasn't letting Tom control his own body...well, Merlin could always cast that spell again.

One thing Merlin definitely hadn't gotten the hang of, however, was the omnicomm. Which meant that he was currently walking along the corridors of Stacy, blissfully unaware of the fact that a very public declaration of both Merlin's actions and his magical ability had recently been broadcast to the entire ship.

Late at night in the media library, two of Stacy's crew members were busy watching an unusual tv show on one of her many screens. Standing on the floor with his main eyes focused on the screen was Ax, while off to the side Marco was curled up on one of the couches.

For all intents and purposes, they appeared to be watching a soap opera about robots.

<What? Not his-- My goodness, I certainly didn't expect that! How could she?>

"Dude, what show have you been watching? They've been foreshadowing that for like the last ten episodes. More important question: how the hell does robot sex even work, and would we need to bleach our brains after finding that out?"

<We will have to see the next episode to determine how that occurred, undoubtedly. I don't think that androids reproduce the same way most species do.>

"Ax-man, this is like prime time television. No way is there going to be a robot sex scene in the middle of it."

<I highly doubt that they would show the reproductive act itself, but they will perhaps explain how it would be possible for Brook Jr to not be Brook's child!>

"...You have got way too much trust in Kelly's ability to be faithful."

[[ooc: okay, so since this is joint post, if you only want to thread with only Marco or Ax on their own just state that in the subject. Otherwise, the both of them will be tagging. Also, Ax's thought-speak is public.]]

 Having missed nearly everything that had transpired because of his naps, Judau had needed to get up to speed as to what exactly happened. Thus far, he had learned of marriages and such, but of course he knew nothing about the newly weds, nor did he care. The only thing he cared about was that if there was a dinner party he had missed. When it came to food though, unless it made him gag with horror, he didn't care what he had to chow down to get through the day.

After doing a few more tune-ups on the ZZ Gundam, making sure the machine was fully functional for when it came down to an old fashioned space fight, he had wandered into the cafeteria, munching down on the food in the cafeteria like a mad man. There was no restraint at all, as if he was literally gulping down everything his arms had grabbed, save for blood reserved for vampires. Even knowing that tiny fact, he didn't give a care in the world. So what if it was slop? At least he could actually digest any of this!

After a forceful gulp from taking in far too much in his mouth, he leaned backwards to stretch his arms and back, belching loud enough for anyone in the mess hall to hear him. He sighed in content, smirking to himself after the much needed food. Sure, it wasn't like that pizza place Torres had shown him a few months back, at least in his world, but it was leagues better than anything served in Shangri-La.

(ooc: Yes, I know the food is technically disgusting, but Judau has lived on a poor colony for nearly all his life. Added to his starvation, so long as it is edible, he'll devour it.)

He felt fairly confident at the moment, despite the recent events. He had a body, Tom was moodily silent in the back of his mind, he had allies, for once. Rather powerful ones, if ones that were liable to hit him with morality (and other similarly blunt objects) if he breathed wrong.

And he had an orange, though at the moment said fruit was simply being passed back and forth between his hands, uneaten as he considered Tom's recent memories. "I'll have to thank the younger Winchester later, you've improved quite a bit."

Tom said nothing, giving every impression of ignoring him. If the past few hours had been liberating for Iniss, they had only been one more trial for his young host to face. "Cheer up, it's not all that bad. You know you missed me."

< Like I miss chickenpox, Iniss, or the flu, or any other parasite. >

"Oh come on, I'm not that bad."