Work and sleep. It’s a good system (or so she thinks) that Kaylee has come up with over the last few weeks. Work a hell of a lot, visit her crew occasionally between jobs, sleep, and repeat. It gives her plenty to think about. More importantly, it keeps her from thinking about the contents of her left coverall pocket.

He had been planning to propose. And she’d just broken things off. Screwed things up again. It’s almost funny, she thinks, how the ‘verse works like that. It’s not a sign she shouldn’t keep trying, and she knows that. Hope isn’t lost, not in the long run. But right now?

Right now she just needs to lose herself in work a bit more and not think about that ring. She has Steve to train, Jamie to train, a whole department to supervise and teach. Plain and simple as that. There’s no use in bringing personal problems into work. She just has to keep on as she is, and someday things will be alright again. They have to be.

They were very most definitely in space.

Chell hadn't wanted to believe it--as horrible as Aperture was, the Laboratories were at least familiar and...not space--but the overwhelming evidence was right in front of her, nearly everywhere she looked (and she'd made it her personal mission to look everywhere). Knowing all the ins and outs of a place made it that much easier to plot a getaway.

Escaping was what she planned to do, of course, right after she found where they were keeping her portal device, and where GLaDOS was hiding. She didn't want to fight an army of bug aliens. Stranded between dimensions or not, she wanted the same thing she always wanted--her freedom, and no psychotic computer (Stacy or otherwise) was going to keep it from her.

And speaking of psychotic computers...

Toting an overly excitable metal sphere without the portal device predictably impeded her progress when it came to combing the ship, to say nothing of her reasons for doing so. In true Wheatley fashion, the personality construct seemed to have little comprehension of their situation's gravity, and was probably just glad he wasn't off orbiting the Moon. The sooner she got him down to Engineering, the better, even if she was more than a little apprehensive at the idea of granting him any sort of independence (ultimately, however, her robot charge was heavy and her arms were starting to hurt).

One thing she could not deny was the overwhelming vastness and strangeness of the craft. Every inch of it begged to be explored, analyzed, committed to memory. Then, perhaps, she could plan her next move.

[OOC: Chell and Wheatley are anywhere you want/need them to be, poking around and being nosy. Just specify a location in the subject line and we will make the magic happen.]

An amusement part was an interesting place to find Mal, given that since his arrival for the most part he had been anything but amused. It was, however, the only location he could find with a shooting range, and for the moment he had a powerful need to shoot something.

Which was why he stood in the middle of the range, putting bullet after bullet into the target's heads and chests, and totally ignoring any shocked looks by others that might be sent his way. Having found himself dropped into another war, one he had never asked for this time, he had every intention of seeing that it was not a repeat of the last one.

Especially not with what was at stake.

Jade was pretty sure that hydroponics was her favorite spot on the ship. There were weird animals, but... in a way, it reminded her of her island! Kinda, at least. She loved all of the plants she saw. At the moment, she was taking a break from wandering through the area and sitting on the grass, taking in the sights and sounds of the animals around her. It seemed like it might be a good place to sleep, too-- the grass was comfortable, just like the grass back home had been, and she was more than happy to relax on the grass. If she closed her eyes, she could imagine that she was back on the island and that she'd have a chance to talk to her friends through pesterchum like always.

She was pretty tired-- she had spent a lot of time searching the ship in an attempt to find Dave or the trolls in case they hadn't seen her message, but... no luck. It made her a little sad! And that's why she had gone to hydroponics. It gave her a chance to relax for a little while, and because of how tired she was, she fell asleep pretty quickly.

She hadn't meant to - there was still a lot to explore - but she couldn't help it. And when she had fallen asleep, she hadn't realized that she had fallen asleep on what was a commonly walked path through the area.

The ship itself was full of many curiosities that Sandry couldn’t even begin to describe. Some of them were marvellous things--the technology, for example, was something she never would have dreamed possible, and the plantsuits... Well, she was one of only a few people who didn’t seem to mind the plantsuits at all. In fact, she rather liked them, even if she did wish for a skirt. All things in good time. There were other things that weren’t quite so wonderful. Sandry didn’t want to even think about her first experience with the slop, an embarrassment that she was sure she wouldn't get over for some time.

When Daja had told her about the other magics on the ship, though, Sandry couldn’t wait to see what others could do. But business came before pleasure, and so she put her plans to run amuck throughout the ship on hold, and instead walked with Daja to the Towers where Thom spent his time. His predicament sounded as if it had gone on long enough. The sooner they sorted him out, the better for everyone. It was quite the puzzle besides, and she always did love a good puzzle...

The Towers themselves were huge, to say the least. Several stories tall, with walls surrounding that gave off nothing but the idea of power. Sandry paused just outside the gate, carefully taking in the structures, before turning to Daja. “We’ll not find him if we stand out here gawking all day,” she smiled, the statement directed more toward herself than Daja. With a firm nod to her foster sister, Sandry stepped forward through the gates, taking special care to be nothing but respectful toward the guardian Thom had warned her of. Now they just needed to find him...