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When Marco stumbled across the media library, he concluded that this had to be the best day so far on this freaky meatship.

Music. Massive screens. A giant, alien entertainment centre. And, most importantly - video games.

Marco was immediately drawn to the tall white box with the strange looking controllers. He snorted when he saw the name "Wii" (who though that was a good idea? The puns where almost too easy) but hey, this was clearly gaming of the future. Or gaming of a strange and bizarre alien race - it was hard to tell. Either way, it was cool, and Marco was so going to try it out.

He fished around for a vaguely interesting looking game, bypassing all the ones that looked boring (Wii Fit? Cricket? Imagine: Fashion Idol?! pfft), eventually settling on Escape from Bug Island.

Marco had been a bug before. Waaaaay too many times. Now he could squish them in safe video game fun.

But as Marco began to play, his good mood rapidly diminished. Who thought up this whole "swinging around the controller" thing? What the hell was going on with that animation?

"What the hell is with this?!" He yelled, as he tried to get the control to do what he wanted dammit. "This is nuts! GAMING OF THE FUTURE IS CRAP!"

[[ooc: For reference, this is the extraodinarily bad game Marco is playing.]]

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Marco shrugged. He had already gotten the impression that Selene would try to stay out of his dreams as much as possible, but still. "Yeah, I guess. But I'm happy to leave that to other people, thanks."

"Oh, I know there are things from my world that are insane. But you don't see me going around pretending they're not insane, do you?"

Katara had half a mind to tell him off, because she was really getting sick of certain other people's ignorance and close mindedness of others. But just as she was about to start thundering, she remembered something she hadn't bothered to think about: her last fight with Asuka, where the girl had allowed herself to look vulnerable to someone like her. No, it was HER that needed to change, to not get so angry. had she forgotten so quickly?

She rolled her eyes. "Oh, think what you want about what's insane and what isn't. You're going to see a lot more insanity than Sky Bison the longer you stay here, trust me."

"This place is plenty insane," Marco agreed. "I mean, come on? A ship made out of meat? Who decides to make a ship out of meat?"

"Well, I can't stay I didn't think that too when I got here. I thought I was actually taken prisoner again in my world. But the ship...isn't that supposed to be an organic ship too, unlike the ones I've been hearng about that are just vessels?"

Marco shrugged. "I guess an organic ship makes sense. It's still freaky, though."

"Besides, I'm more curious about what is in the rooms we aren't allowed to go into anymore," Katara said. "Like, that enemy we have to fight is probably in Escherville. Do you know anything about that painter?"

Marco sent her an odd look. "What painter? And where's Escherville?"

"Well," Katara sais, and here is where the nerdier part of her came out, "When I was in the Media Library once, I looked up the name Escher. The place is actually based on the painter of M.C. Escher, who was famous for painting lots on intersecting crazy stairs. Apparently he was big on mathematics and crazy constructions. Guess that's why they call it that. It's in the City though. People stay away."

See this? This is Marco staring at you and your nerdiness. "You bothered to go and look that up just because some place in the City is called Esherville?"

"Well yeah," Katara said, oblivious to Marco's stare. "I've never been there myself, and its a place that we're told to not go to, right? So I figured I had a right to at least get an idea of what's down there. Now I know its probably so twisted I'd get lost. That, and the sleeping evil thingy down there."

Now, Marco was staring for a completely different reason. Mainly that he had no idea what she was going on about.

"Okay, you've lost me. What on earth are you talking about? What the heck is this place, and what sleeping evil thingy?"

Katara sighed. "Yeah, you're new, aren't you? I keep forgetting. Sorry."

She sighed. "The place is like a labyrinth. Stairs and stairs and mazes. Not a place you want to get lost in, to be honest. As for the sleeping evil thing, he's a god that invades dreams. So all the people you've met that can go through dreams? They don't compare to someone who will mess with your head because they can."

"That guy you said was attacking people in their dreams?" Marco said. "If you all know where he is, how come no one's gone to deal with him?"

Katara rolled her eyes. "If you knew someone was a god with the power to go into your dreams, would you really want to just go into his domain knowing nothing about him to try and fight him? That's not too smart."

Katara sighed. "Besides, I just told you Escherville is a dangerous place. You don't WANT to go there unprepared. Think about it: with all the powers we have, we don't mess around with the unknown. It could get us killed."

"I'd want to start gathering information so that I could, at least, have some chance of dealing with it," Marco said.

"We're trying to do that now," Katara said, "As far as I know, we have some people trying to find out what we're up against. Thing is, it might not be a good idea to try and fight him in a place he knows better than we do. But since we have psychics and dreamscapers, we have a better chance."

"Hmm," Marco said, filing this away for future reference. Still, it seemed kinda odd that he'd first heard this from some random girl. He'd have thought the Command Staff would have told everyone - but then, they might be trying to avoid a panic. Who knows?