After several weeks, thinking with portals got old. Really old. But at least GLaDOS had the courtesy to drop Cassie off at med bay when it (she?) was done with her.

"You stupid freaking- do you know how hard it is to hold that gun with one hand?" Not to mention the rest of the scars. Cassie rolled her eyes and held up her left hand so she could get a good look at it now that she wasn't being forced to run around like a rat.

The color was good and everything was still in place. Looked like the skin graft had taken but better safe than sorry. She could test out moving her fingers after she got the O.K. from the doctor.

"Not bad."

Dean had made sure to keep himself to the house. He was too worried about the next time he'd lose more memories to do much on the house expansions for now. It meant he spent his time pacing around like a caged tiger.

And then things shifted again. His hair became more mussed up, and his hands looked abraded and bleeding, like somebody who had to claw out of a coffin and the ground. He glanced around, trying to realize where he was. It wasn't Bobby's, and yet it seemed familiar. Everything was mixed up.

Sammy, he had to find his brother. Had to see him again after so long.

(ooc: closed, but open to anybody who'd be by the house or know the Winchesters well.)

Anwei was back in Engineering – she'd just been here, hadn't she? But the days spent in Med Bay were burnt bright in her head: people changing in front of her, melting away like ice in the sun...she shivered. All of the Medical admissions records and interviews were compiled and copied, though, and now that Quarantine was lifted she had some time to get caught up. Her workspace was still here, and her computers. And anything else she might be working on.

There was one new item: a small piece of paper stuck to the side of her vidscreen, which read: November 8, 2009 / Cumberland, Maryland / Ice storm / Fish pond / ?

Anybody wandering into the Sensoriums would find it in use. One thing that might stick out is the small red-head sprawled out in the middle of the sand of a private, but spacious beach. Lined along it were blue and white umbrellas over beach chairs, a few assorted palm trees and a single dock that jutted out a few hundred feet over the waters. A couple of surfboards were propped up against the wall of a small rest house home to a few tables and chairs as well as a bar. The atmosphere of it was that of class, but a laid back comfortable class. It was his and Gaignun's childhood dream to go to a real beach one day, after all, and peace was one thing they wanted to feel when they were there. So one of the things they had to do when their Foundation had begun to flourish was treat themselves to something they'd always wanted.

The view from the beach was a city with assorted tall buildings across the waters. Behind the city was where one could realize this place wasn't actually a planet, but a space colony protected by a huge dome. Giant, petal-like light reflectors could be seen outside, their shape implying that they could furl and cocoon the entire Foundation if needed be. Finally, beyond that, was a beautiful view of space.

There would have been a gigantic, towering red structure of a battleship that dwarfed even the city buildings sticking straight up and out from the middle of the waters, almost like a sword. But the thought of it at the moment caused Jr.'s stomach to turn slightly and he decided against it. At least for now, anyway. He liked the familiarity of the Sensoriums, too - Encephalon devices were strikingly similar to the technology. He closed his eyes and smiled, letting out a loud 'ahhhh' as he relaxed himself. Though he wasn't exactly opposed to visitors who would pop in by chance. At least a beach was a welcome thing to walk into. Especially after what had been going on lately. People deaging, a strike against the Ohm ... not to mention Jr. himself was still a bit sore from a surprise attack thanks to the random deaging crewmembers.

He'd put this off for far too long, for various reason which were, when he came down to it, simple cowardice. Fear of prejudice, fear of isolation... Nevertheless, the time had come to admit the truth.

So Lupin went to the med bay, seeking out a Healer -- best make it two or more, in case the worst should ever happen -- and hoping he could trust in a reasonable level of confidentiality.

Despite Superman's suddenly odd penchant for sporting mullets, it was time to have a heart-to-heart chat... between the Council and the rest of the crew. If there was some sort of bond between them and the crew that needed to be made, it needed to be done without hiding behind Omnicomms and other decisions.

Thus, the Council was gathered within La Prefecture and everyone was welcome to come in and make their concerns, questions, complaints and what have you known. Care to join us?

(OoC: This is open to everybody and everyone! Also, don't wait for the Council to address you guys! If your characters have concerns, start up a subthread and we'll gladly tag it!)