As the battle raged outside, those remaining aboard Stacy had their hands full preparing for the incoming flood of refugees.

Positioned near the Bleed-Gate orbiting Lirath, Stacy stood ready to receive the refugees. Ship after ship ascended as quickly as they could, some of them making a break for the Bleed-Gate itself while the smaller ships were forced to dock at Stacy, unloading their cargo of refugees before setting off again for the planet's surface again to take on more passengers.

Several small units of GIA soldiers were also sent up to help the Transmigration crew take in the massive amount of refugees, many of whom were tired, wounded, and scared. It wouldn't take long for the ship to begin filling with people.

With the battle raging outside, and the Ohm clambering outside, trying to get in, it would be a tall order to keep all of the refugees safe and calm, but the crew didn't have much choice.

[ooc: Open!]

 After receiving the warning the Tapestry had provided them, along the order to begin preparations from Councillor Kang, the crew had been getting ready for upcoming combat with the Ohm.

Unfortunately, the rather vague nature of the warning they received meant they had no particular way of knowing exactly when this battle would occur. Understandably, this put some of the crew on edge, but at the very least they had some prior warning that they would be facing the Ohm, rather than being thrown blind into such a dangerous situation. Combat drills, vehicle maintenance and armory inspections seemed to be regular sights for the week or so following Kang's message. Not much time to prepare, but the crew worked with what was given to them.

Eventually, however, the call came.

||Alert, Alert,|| Stacy called out throughout the ship, ||Priority One message from GIA High Command. All crew members please report to the Obs Deck. Repeat, Priority One message from GIA High Command, All crew members please report to the Obs Deck...||

Stacy kept repeating the message over and over until the crew began making their way towards the Obs Deck to receive the message.

[ooc: As implied by the post, we're assuming the crew's ICly had a one-to-two week heads-up about the battle. It was supposed to be played out, but RL timing prevented this from working out. Feel free to come up with the details of your character's preparations on your own

Also, as usual, please wait for subthreads to go up before tagging in.

Edit: It's up! Feel free to start tagging in!]

The day had finally arrived for her big event, and Starfire couldn't be happier---or more nervous, actually. She was certainly not an expert on the inner workings of a prom, but it couldn't be too terribly complicated, right? As long as the people could eat, dance, and talk, it should be a reasonable success.

With that in mind, her decorations sprung from her mind into the large dome all around her, transforming a grey Sensorium into a beautiful underwater world, one with clear waters and free from the possibility of a shark attack.
( Diving into a underwater wonderland... )

Its time to unwind, relax and receive news of home. A pod pop occurred while some were on a mission and it's time to meet up with new friends, drink well with old, and relax.The Drunken Dragon has opened its doors and stands ready and willing to assist in forgetting the trials those on the mission experienced.




OOC: If you want a specific barmaid, just put their name in the subject. Otherwise, enjoy, intermingle and do as you like.

Rarity stood in the simulation of The Carousel Boutique, recalling the colours and atmosphere of the place. A hologram of Opalescence was sitting on the table, swishing its tail and looking at Rarity.

"Do you think this gem would do, Opalescence?" She levitated a red gem and the cat blinked. "Or this one?" Rarity asked, levitating a blue one. The feline mewed and stretched.

The unicorn smiled and continued to play-work with the pony outfit she was currently pre-occupied with.

One of the people grateful for the return of crew members from Gailee was one very worn out Dean Winchester. He was barely getting by but forced himself to push through while Security was short handed, and down one of the co-heads. Upon Dick's return, he sent him a weary 'Welcome back, tag you're it.' message on the comms before leaving his notes for the threat database he'd been compiling where it was easily accessible to him. He debated heading to the Tavern, but that meant people, especially certain people. The Impala was in the Hangar, but so was Serenity so that was out too for now. He finally decided on making his way to the Beer Tree in Hydroponics, and flopped down on the grass underneath. He had grabbed a few bottles, and proceeded to crack the first open.

A few hours later, there was a small collection of bottles nearby, but Dean wasn't even close to being that drunk. To be honest, he didn't have much urge for anything at the moment. He'd have to get back eventually but right now, he wasn't moving or doing one damn thing.

Just felt empty and hollow. Like a shell or (vessel).

After events had settled down some after the recent pod release and the arrival of at least one other from Krynn, Crucible had needed to stretch his wings a little as it were, take a little time in his true form, time to take a good swim in the river and a flight around the city to collect his thoughts. One that had a number of secondary benefits, one being to make his presence as Crucible known aboard, after all one might wonder where as large a dragon as himself might go if gone unseen for too long. The second came when he was flying, a distance out from the final bend of the river. Ones that he had been looking for for some time now, his palace from Sanction.

High walls surrounded the grounds of the vast white stone Palace, its' main building stood four stories high and was roofed with silvery gray slate. Five huge towers stood, one at each corner and one in the center, where a tall, broad staircase climbed up to the main doorway on the second floor
Landing. Landing within the high walls the large dragon circled the building with which he was so familiar. From what he saw at the least it was intact, both within and below, indeed a number of the outbuildings that were housed within the walls still stood.

It wasn't long before once more in the air, satisfied that his home for many years was intact. Turning his course up river intent on taking a long relaxing swim through its currents. Landing near the Angkor-Wat that made itself a bridge across the river before slipping easily into the water to swim lazily downstream, letting the current pull him along its course, his long neck held high above the water as he kept an idle eye out for anyone of interest.

(OOC: Feel free to see him flying about he's kinda hard to miss at 140ft long, feel free to have your character come across him in any of the three locations, just note in the title of the reply as to which)

Celestia had lived a long life, but the past few days were the strangest she had ever experienced. She had awoken from a pod in a strange chamber, only to find herself whisked away to a strange maze soon after.

This maze had had her most concerned - as Princess of all Equestria, she had duties and responsibilities, after all. She could only hope that her sister Luna was managing on her own, and do her best to escape this maze and return to her beloved subjects.

Escape came unexpectedly though, when Celestia found herself suddenly dropped from the mess hall ceiling, where she landed on top of one of the tables with a thud, her hooves sending plates and trays and cutlery flying in all directions. Have a rather elegant pony - or perhaps a horse? - with a long horn on her forehead, graceful wings adorning her back, and a mane and tail that was a multicolour and gravity-defying sight standing on your table, diners, looking rather bewildered.

"Oh! I'm sorry. I hope I didn't ruin your meal," she said, with a chuckle. Then she looked around at her surroundings, her expression turning concerned. "Now this doesn't look at all like Equestria..."

Getting some shut-eye aboard this...plantboat presented more of a problem than Applejack had first guessed. How was she expected to just tell time? And without time, how did you know when to sleep, when to wake up, when your work was supposed to start and stop?
( Ain't got no rhythm anymore )
Applejack wanted to plan for that Ohm-bucking part some more, but the time to take on the darkness would come later. For now, the farm pony just wanted some sleep. Judging by the way she rolled, twisted, and huffed against the meat-couches in her current location, the only place with something that slightly resembled a starry sky, the time for sleep wasn't quite here yet.

"Consarnit, this just ain't working," she sighed. "How's a pony supposed to sleep on these things? A good bit of bedding's supposed to stay put."

Near the vatican, in their large pens by the river, Chancellor looks over his herds. The six-legged cows are flourishing, the deer seem fine, and the furry, predatory swine are...irritable, but well.

He waits for his expected visitor.

Before Nanaki finally visited Hydroponics, he wanted to check out the rest of the ship - mainly to make sure if he could find any other places that sounded as nice. The city hadn't been too bad; if anything, the park was peaceful enough. But just as he expected, nothing came close to the earthy, planety feeling that he sensed immediately upon entering Hydroponics. To him, everywhere else on Stacy, while tolerable, still felt like he was living inside the belly of an animal (which wasn't too far from his actual situation), which irritated and dried out his nose. He had to get used to this, he figured, but for now he wanted to sit and think, resting somewhere comfortably.

Before he did that, he took it upon himself to take a look around, moving, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, through the vast area. He spotted some of the wildlife, took note of the different sorts of trees and plants that lived there - some of them he'd never seen before, so every once in a while he would pause, taking a closer look at something.

He finally took refuge underneath a tree, stretching out and lying against the base. Silently, Nanaki watched the others passing through, wondering how those he'd met so far were faring on their new "home."

Clothes? Check. A place to stay? Check. Full deck of cards?

...wait a moment.

In the park within the City, Sakura was busy shuffling through the deck of cards, slightly in a bit of a panic. In design, they looked like tarot cards, but on the face were different creatures of sorts, each bearing names like "The Windy" and "The Jump" and "The Shadow".

"...16...17...18..." Sakura uttered and stopped as she got back to the first card. "...where's Erase? I-I know I didn't drop it. Ohh, if I lost it, Kero-chan's gonna kill me!" She could see it now: the little plushie lion jumping down her throat because of it. Perhaps it wasn't lost, but more somewhere else on the ship? Sakura hung her head at that. "The ship's too huge, I'll never find it that way...!"

Right now, though, other problems were at hand. Like the state of her magic. If she didn't have access to her magic, what good were her cards?

With a deep breath, she removed the necklace holding the strange pendant and held it out, a magic circle forming under her. "Key that hides the power of the stars, show your true form before me. I, Sakura, command you under our contract. Release! " On cue, the pendant glowed and started to expand, showing its true form - a staff bearing a star enclosed in a circle on its head, small wings to its sides. "I-It works!" Taking the staff in hand, she looked towards her cards. "Let's see..."

...

About an hour (give or take a few minutes) later, the area around Sakura has changed a little bit - a few extra trees due to The Wood, a lot of flowers thanks to The Flower and resting under one of those tress were two Sakuras, one of them actually The Mirror in disguise.

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. New crew-mates might see a tall man in green armor and snake girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]

[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new subthread. If you would like to play out them talking to the AI, please send an email to the mods making the request--we do this only by request. Then move onto the big Newbie Meeting. Once your character has gotten the rundown from the old crew, you may start posting entrance posts and freely tagging.]


||Pod Release Protocols Initating|| Stacy's familiar voice sounds out to all the podmates through the ship.

In the Pod Caverns, there are the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

There is condensation and mist spraying out from cracks in the pods, as the people inside slide out onto the floors, covered in slime.

--

( There was nothing... )