Queries and Quibbles--mind your Q's

[cityship]

[ooc: Read this bit.]

Something happens outside the ship. There's a concussive noise like something docking, and then the doors to Obs open again, to reveal a mostly intact, but somewhat bedraggled away team. One of them is injured, and part of the group works to get her down to MedBay, some of the others look stoic and a touch upset with what they've learned.

Some look pissed off that their various morphers and power suits have been stolen away from them again by Stacy's tentacles or dampened.

Something happens INSIDE the ship. A handful of individuals are released from their pods after quite some time of running imaginary mazes.

Comments

[morphitudinous]

"Affirmative. It can be used to store data and share it, and also contains a bulletin-board like system. If you wish, you can also keep private logs." As he explains, he pushes the necessary buttons to transfer his files.

"The file with crew information contains their ranks, and I've included a few other files detailing Engineering's plans and blueprints, in case they are of use to us in the future."

[madeofwyn.livejournal.com]

"Great, thanks!" Wyn says, watching the omnicom in fascination. The second she gets near someplace with a table and a chair, it's going to be taken apart and lovingly reassembled.

"Sorry to take up so much of your time. I'm sure there are more important things you could be doing." she continues apologetically.

[morphitudinous]

Billy offers her another small smile. He recognizes the fascination with technology playing over her face---an expression he's often worn himself during his time on board.

"It's not a problem at all. Making sure our crew is adequately prepared is always important. It's been a pleasure to meet you."