Jaime Reyes voice sounds over the comm-rings--all of them--and it sounds very urgent.

« Everyone on the ship, listen up! This is Jaime Reyes, your local 'Blowing this pop stand' coordinator and escape facilitation engineer. I need everyone on the ship to come to the City, in front of the Precinct, immediately. Grab people who don't have their comm rings with them--and tell them to grab their comm rings, people who are sleeping, whoever you find, and try to make sure everyone on the ship knows to come. This is very important. This is "getting the heck out of here" important. »

When they arrive, they arrive to find the Command Staff waiting, and a tiny, tiny young man standing on stone ledge from a fountain, waiting for them.

Here goes nothing.

Well, that was strange. The last thing she remembered, she'd been in her bunk. So how had she gotten here in the middle of the hallway? Shaking off the initial disorientation, she shrugged slightly and started to walk. She didn't have any particular place in mind, it was just a walk. It felt like it had been a long time since she'd done anything. But there didn't seem to be a way to check what the time was, so she just shrugged it off as oversleeping. She'd never done that before. But maybe she'd been tired.

She just kept walking though. And eventually, her feet led her to the City. She'd never been to this part of the ship before, but the buildings seemed more familiar, if somewhat more reminiscent of Old Earth architecture than she was used to. Running her hands along the brick wall of one of the buildings, she looked up toward the crest of a hill and saw the Parthenon. Hadn't Déjà taught them about that before? It was a place the Greeks had held sacred, a temple to Athena, goddess of wisdom and warfare.

Walking up the hill, she reverently touched the stone pillars. Moving to the center of the floor she lowered herself to her knees, feeling suddenly tired and worn. Strange. Shaking her head, she knelt, head bowed, eyes closed letting herself feel the place. To worship, in her own way, the goddess who, if she'd believed in such things, ran her life.

"Beatus mihi,
Quod servo mihi,
Dea,
Duod illud EGO pugna pro." She whispered into the silence.

Bless me and protect me, Goddess, and all those I fight for.

She never thought Déjà's latin would have come in handy. But in this place. It felt right.

Cassie had given her friend room, considering she had no idea where Kate was, for a while now and it was time to track her down and apologize for snapping at her.

She also really needed to look into a cure for the bad case of foot in mouth disease she had.

Now, she knew she wasn't supposed to go anywhere alone but she's run into Kate soon, right?

...Right?

Most of the people who used the Sensoriums fell into two categories: They either wanted to use the place to find some new and creative way to break themselves in half, or they used it to replicate their home in some kind escapist fantasy. Leon didn't fall into either one of those groups, which may explain why he didn't use the sensoriums much, if at all. He figured whatever they would face in the rest of the ship would find new and creative ways to try to break him into pieces, and as much as he missed home, he'd rather deal with the reality of the situation than pretend this wasn't happening.

He did, however, visit the media library fairly frequently. He didn't bother looking up too much information on himself, particularly after he became aware of Resident Evil. Nor did he look up information on others unless he absolutely needed to. But listening to some music and browsing through books and articles did help him relax. So did the game of Tetris he was able to download to his phone, but flipping through stuff was a bit more productive. At least then he might learn more about this ship, its purpose, the Ohm, and the mysterious Third Party.

In between Tetris breaks, anyway.

Now she's decided she needs to go running, and with people constantly in and out of the sensorium, reliving old battles (Honestly she thinks do I go in there and recreate the bridge of the Basroil? No.), the halls seem like the best place. Simply put, the gravity's getting to her and she's afraid of being a burden to her team just because she spent almost all her life in half G.

So you can find Lafiel in the hallways, the walls flashing past her eyes in a monotonous display of throbbing meatiness as she jogs.

The floor, however, is uneven. She steps into a pothole and falls abruptly, followed by a string of curses in Baronh. She's sprained her ankle.

After bandaging herself up (too prideful to accept help from Stacy), she'll be at the mess hall, downing bowls of the bland, proteiny glop, because after a workout, you really don't care all that much about taste.

Find her in either place.

It'd been several hours after the rest of the crew had returned from the mission, several hours since Tony and the Yeerk inside his head had returned, and several hours since he'd been denied the right to kill the mind-controlling slug, and Sam was back in the sensoriums. He was done drawing circles on paper. He was done doing physical therapy under Dr. Grey, Dr. McCoy, and Brainy's supervision. To hell with that. From now on, he was doing his own, as much as they might recommend that he not. The target practice that he'd done earlier had felt good. He'd felt like he was starting to get back to normal. This--he was determined--was going to make him feel even better.

The sensorium had become a large padded room and Sam stood, poised for a fight, inside a circle on the floor while he and his opponent revolved around one another. His opponent--a creation of the sensorium--stepped forward quickly and swung. Sam blocked and sent a right hook up to the unknown man's jaw, sending the man stumbling backwards. Sam followed up with a three more punches and ended with a swift kick right to the sternum, knocking his opponent to the floor where he then disintegrated.

||Level Five Complete. It is recommended that you obtain ten hours rest before commencing with the next level,|| a voice echoed from the walls.

"Begin next level," Sam ordered, defiantly.

||You are not yet fully recuperated, Sam Winchester. It is recommended that you obtaint...||

"I said BEGIN THE GODDAMN LEVEL!!" Sam shouted.

Kelly had been wandering around the living area of the ship, and like most of the other occupants, it seemed that she'd found the sensoriums.  It took her awhile to figure out how to effectively use the unit she was in, but once she did it was better than any workout she'd ever had. Taking a long while to instruct the room how to build her scenario, she soon had an effective layout of the mountains on Reach. Checking her guns, she moved carefully through the underbrush. The sounds were all right, the ground underfoot felt like real ground, the rocks poking at the soles of her feet as she moved. It was almost like being home again. Almost.

The brush pulled at her Podsuit as she slipped silently through the trees, moving in long arcs as she crept closer to the old meeting spot. That place where the Pelican had been all those years ago on Mendez's last training mission for them. It seemed like hours as she moved closer to the point, it had been easier with the rest of the team, John and Sam, Linda and Fhajad, but she arrived at the point soon enough. Keeping low, she leveled her rifle over a log, looking through its scope at the hilltop. If she didn't know in the back of her mind that this was all a simulation, she would have been burning white hot with rage. But as it was. the sight of a Covenant outpost built over the top of the hill merely served to set her mind working on strategies to take it down.

Three stationary guns. Those would have to be taken out first. Then the twenty or so grunts that were milling around. Twenty steps to the hilltop. Five seconds. Pick up the fallen plasma pistols and take out the five Elites. Drop behind cover of the second stationary gun, three steps. Half a second. Take out the Hunter on the far side of the hill. Level the rifle, aim through the scope and shoot between the armor plates at its neck. Four seconds. Her eyes swept the hilltop again, waiting for one patrol cycle to finish before taking a deep breath and taking aim at the grunt in the first turret. Letting out the breath, she squeezed off her shot, the grunt falling from the gun with a neat hole through its skull. The other two followed before she switched the rifle to burst fire. The rest of the grunts were scrambling across the open hilltop, spraying the trees above her with plasma fire as she picked them off.

The Elites charged to the side of the hill spraying more plasma from their rifles. Throwing her rifle over her back, she burst from cover, legs pumping furiously as she counted to five. The Elites barely registered a blur before she dove, grabbing a plasma pistol in each hand and opening fire. Two Elites went down quickly, the third diving for cover and throwing a plasma grenade. She kicked it back, watching it sail through the air and stick to the alien's shield before exploding and taking the Elite with it in a spray of purple blood. A plasma bolt whizzed past her ear and she dropped down to one knee, firing at the Elite until his shields dropped, then in one fluid movement, she dropped one plasma pistol and pulled one of her knives, with a quick flick of her wrist, the blade went whizzing through the alien's forehead. The last Elite charged her and she leaped over it, turning in a moonsault and firing the last plasma pistol at its back, punching through the shields. When the energy blinked out, she pounced onto it's back, pulling her second knife and raking it across the alien's throat. It fell, blood flowing from the wound, and she quickly dropped to the ground behind the turret as the Hunter came running up the hill.

Taking aim she fired at the open spot between the plates of its neck. Fired and missed. "Goddamnit."

Throwing herself to the side, she fired again, bullets pinging off the alien's armor. It's arm cannon charged up and fired, the beam of supercharged, green plasma streaking toward her. It slammed into her and she went flying, slamming into a boulder. The simulation paused and a female voice spoke. "Simulation Paused. Subject Injured."

"@!#$ing aliens," she cursed as she pushed herself off the ground, casting a glare at the simulation. "Computer, run the program again, from the beginning."

"Recommendation: Crew Member To Halt Exercises For One Sleep Cycle To Ensure Peak Condition In Event Of A Mission."

"I said run the goddamn program from the beginning."

"Program Rewinding; Executing."

(OOC: This isn't the "official" weapons and possessions thread, Kelly asked Bella where it was and Bella decided to lead the way.)

Bella arrives in the lockers at an easy jog. Considering the person following her is Kelly, it shouldn't have been even close to a challenge for her to keep up. Bella doesn't care, they're here and that's what matters.

"This is Weapons and Possessions," she says. "New things are close to the front. Things further back belong to those who still sleep. At least, that is what we think. The ship moves things when new ones wake."

Nothing's really catching Bella's eye, or she'd totally waste a violation on something more impressive than this hatchet. Sure, it might help her assert her dominance over Sawyer that she took something he considered his, but there has to be a better weapon for her to carry in Crinos form.

Part of the crew might be gone, but life on the ship goes on. In fact, new people have woken up and, eventually, they've been spat out into the mess hall.

Maybe it's better to introduce them to some of the worst aspects of ship life first, right?

Anyway, the word is out that there's new people, and someone should probably go say hello. Before the n00bs mistake the glop for crew.


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It seems like things around the ship have been getting rather lively lately.

And now, it's about to get even more lively.

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

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

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