Sherlock was feeling better now and there was plenty of ship to see. Some on the ship might have been treated to the sight of him walking through the city, popping around corners and staring off at the nearby buildings as if trying to figure out angles of visibility, or paying unusual attention to the mud and the cobblestones in some places. He'd made a point to avoid and ignore most of the people he'd come across while doing it, however. Distractions.

He'd also tried to catch up on his reading--his knowledge base was severely lacking in the face of the new technology here, and the technology that might be found planetside.

But one couldn't spend all day reading and exploring and he and John had months of lost time to make up for. After spending a year and a half of being nearly inseparable, their time apart had taken its toll on both men, especially because of the less-than-favorable conditions it occurred under.

That was why Sherlock had taken time away from his exploration to spend more time with John. This evening, the two of them were parked in one of the Media rooms, one of the larger ones that they'd staked out for themselves. Seated comfortably next to each other, shoulder to shoulder, their feet up on little meat-ottomans, they were sitting there watching movies, all of them chosen by John and most likely selected with the specific purpose of getting Sherlock shouting at the screen.

Specifically things like: "Nooo! You imbecile! He's behind the door--who goes into a room that possibly has a killer hiding in it and doesn't check behind the door?"

If people actually joined them to watch, they weren't going to chase them out.

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Finding Orc in the Media Library is something that strikes Howard as just about as weird as walking in on hippos wearing tutus and dancing ballet - certainly unusual enough to make him doubletake, but given Stacy and her Stacy-ness, not totally out of the realm of possibilities. Stranger things have happened than the illiterate taking a sudden interest in libraries.

Howard, for his part, is looking for more driver's ed material, so once he's located that he wanders over to the space on the floor Orc's occupying and takes a seat next to him. He has a the numbers to punch into his data pad and bring up some nice instructional videos on defensive driving, although for the life of him he still can't find a good instruction manual for a stick-shift car.

"Hey, man, what's-" Ah, Orc's wearing headphones. Probably can't hear him. Howard taps Orc on the shoulder. "What are you doing around here?"

Who: Starfire and anyone who wants to join her!
Where: Media Library
Summary: Starfire's received news that her love has returned to stasis in the pod caverns. Her escape is the bright and colorful world of cartoons.
Warnings: Nothing too serious here! Some potential sadness if that line of conversation is followed, but a little fun can be had here.

( Unfortunately, ice cream is not available for this occasion. The brightness and color must come from the little screen. )

Who: Barbara and Anyone
Where: The Media Library and possible roaming
Summary: Research, tea, discussion and all that jazz. Feel free to simply come and bug her.
Warnings: None

After watching the Daligig slaughter the previous crew twice, Barbara went in search of any kind of material on the Daligig, Stacey, pod-popping and the crews which had traveled on Stacey. She didn't expect to find much more than what GLaDOS had told her but it was worth a look. Especially with all this talk of rebellion and distrust.

So, in a corner of the Media Library Barbara sat with piles books, stacks of visual recordings and audio recordings, plus pot of tea which had been sitting empty for a while. She was lost in her own world, memorising what she could and trying to gain a better picture of the ship, the war and everything else which could be considered relevant.

Asuka mashed at the buttons on the controller, eyes locked on the screen in front of her. After that debacle in that stupid modeling contest and then the robots, she needed time to unwind. Time where she wasn't feeling absolutely helpless or angry or pissed off. Which was hard. All she did was pilot. Or prepare in her X-Wing. But at least that gave her a purpose. Something to do to break up the monotony, so she could ignore the fact that she'd already failed one world. She shook her head.

Why was she dwelling on that? She was Asuka Langley Soryu. She had her Eva back, she had a purpose. She was invincible. And she would win.

Asuka went back to concentrating on her video game.

The Serenity hadn't changed much. His old cabin was even much the same on board. Fine by him, it was as comfortable as anywhere else, and twice as familiar. There was so much to explore on the larger ship however. The city was immense, though he heeded the warnings to keep alert in the places he wandered. Still places like the Temples and Religion Row were peaceful, and reassuring that bastions of faith and belief had been preserved. He wasn't sure about what happened in the Vatican. Looked like it had been through some rough times and signs of repair were clear. Some time, he wanted to see about what to grow in the gardens. Nothing better than good fresh food from the soil for the body and soul.

But right now, he wanted to take a peek in the Media Library. There was a great deal from the Earth That Was in terms of books, videos, music. Also stories from other worlds. Right now he found a herbology book to glance at. He didn't know what planet had such plants, but it was informative.

Sleeping, is what. Now, Ellyn had not intended to come to the Media Library to sleep, but the book she had chosen had sealed the deal. It was yet another treatise on magic by the Endless--"A Dissertation on the Vagaries of Elemental Magic". Required reading back at the Elemental College. Dry as a bone.

Even now, that book was sitting in her lap. Ellyn herself had her head thrown back on the fattychair she was sitting on, sprawling bonelessly across it. Only the fact that she'd had her robe closed protected the book from sliding onto the floor.

Every once in a while, she let out a loud, rumbling snore. It was sort of like a small, localized thunderstorm had rolled in, only without any rain...

After the explosive end to the conversation on the spacewalk, Daniel had wandered around in something like a daze for the next hour. What just happened? The conversation ran over and over in his head. Vala left, stormed off to his office. The mummy, not to mention the rest of the lab, was probably in danger but he couldn't bring himself to care as much as he should. First Eva, which, while not nearly as explosive, had been awkward on both their parts. He hadn't exactly made friends with Kerrigan or Midna. At the rate he was going, he'd be surprised if there was anyone on board he didn't piss off by the end of the week. Par for the course for Doctor Jackson.

He couldn't bring himself to work. When Daniel finally did sit down at the next set of artifacts, he found himself instead doodling spirals in his notes. Tapping his pencil or staring out the door. Fidgeting like an antsy kid. Anything but actually working.  The look on Vala's face right before she stormed off drifted up every single time. For a second there, it felt like real hate. It wasn't that he didn't care. It was that he couldn't fully emotionally wrap his head around a future he hadn't experienced yet. Nothing would ever be the same as being there.

He could try though.

The Media Library was one of the easier places to locate. Getting access to the files wasn't nearly as hard as he'd expected. Apparently he still had clearance to SGC files out in the middle of dimensions. There was something to be said about the government's determination to maintain classification and secrecy even with the world destroyed. You almost had to admire it.

Daniel stepped into one of the rooms and picked out a terminal. Just as the librarian said, files from 2006. A lot of them. Mission reports mostly, although he had a recommended supplemental file that he knew was his. Future his. He could tell without even reading it; the five-hundred page length attached to it kinda gave it away. Daniel frowned down at the numbers. There wasn't any way he could read all these in one day, but that's what all nighters were for. That was the good thing about college. It prepared you for long hours night after night, fueled only by what had to be deadly amounts of coffee.

The temptation to look up the rest of the files was particularly strong. He could look up other mission reports from before too, all he had to do was take a few steps back the way he came and request files. Or do a search for 'Abydos', 'Sha're', 'Apophis' to narrow it down. If only he had the name of the Goa'uld in her...

He wasn't here for her or himself. Leaving the door open for fresh air, Daniel pulled up what he guessed was Stacy's idea of a chair,  then mentally prepared himself for the long haul. Sore butt and back, here I come, Daniel thought.

...Just as soon as he figured out this terminal.

"Alright, so we've got Androids or Dr Sexy MD," Marco said as he fiddled around with one of the media library's screens. "Which one do you want to watch first, Bird Boy?"

They weren't really three guys you'd expect to sit around watching soap operas, but it had practically been tradition back at Ax's scoop. On the ship, Ax and Marco had already made a habit of watching them at the media library. Now it was time to introduce Tobias to them

The trip to that amusement park planet was probably one of the oddest things Sasami had ever experienced. And the most exciting. And the most expensive. It was probably worth it, though - it let her cut loose as a kid once more and it felt great. Especially watching that "PreDesu" show on the Hero Time world. She was hooked on that - her room pretty much showed that.

Curiosity had gotten the better of her, though - if something like that existed in person, then would Stacy have had copies of their shows or books or games here?

Thus, why Sasami had decided to look through the various files in the Media Library, hoping to gather everything she could about those shows. And perhaps the one she had enjoyed down on that planet!

Fuu hadn't gone down to the planet yet and hadn't decided whether or not she was going to. It seemed a bit unusual to go on shore leave when she still didn't have any official duties on the ship... and where in the multiverse had Stacy found a planet called Happy Happy Fun World? She might go eventually, but there was still so much on the ship that she had to get acquainted with.

Right now, Fuu could be found in the media library, studying everything she could: the battles with the Ohm, the various struggles the crew had gone through, and most of all, the Daligig, GIA, and Ohm. It was might be an unusual priority for someone who was supposed to be a chosen warrior, but Fuu had been a chosen warrior before. She did not want to follow that path again. Windam would not fight for an unknown reason, either.

...Another major but comparatively frivolous preoccupation was that, well. She kept seeing Gundams and X-Wings in the space battles. There were also names in the crew manifest that up until now Fuu had thought were made up. In fact, the first Gundam she had seen was that--that incredibly--well that one from the very strange children's series with the different countries and anyway once you saw a Gundam in a sailor fuku you didn't forget in a hurry, even though Fuu wasn't really a Gundam fan.

Really, it was giving the poor girl far too much to think about.

 After the near-disaster the mission had turned out to be, Ildraniath needed time to think. She needed to unwind - everyone needed that, even Eldar. She had entered the media library and to her surprise, had found a large collection of Eldar music. Some of the more famous works ever created were there - haunting, ethereal, beautiful music that the mon-keigh could never hope to match in their lifetimes. Mozart, Bach, Weber? Children bashing at the keyboard in comparison to this.

Well, at least those were her thoughts on it. 

She had settled into one of the seats in one of the media rooms and despite the urge to curl up, she did not. Instead, she sat straight, arms and legs folded, eyes closed as she listened and remembered her real home, now gone. Possibly never to return. She let the music wash over her and through her (and remembered, vaguely, a time when she had aspired to create such beauty with her own hands and mind). She let out the frustrations and the exhaustion.

For now, she could relax. 

It had been quite awhile since that mission had started and Vivio hadn't heard hide nor hair of them since that time. It did worry her quite a bit, especially after that message and Allenby's attempt to help them. For the moment, though, she needed something to distract herself with. Anything, really!

To that end, Vivio had made herself at home in her little workplace at the Media Library, reading various things she randomly picked up from the files across the room. Seeing as she has a big set of chips on a table nearby, Vivio's either intent on reading everything she can, or reading herself to sleep.

Care to bother her?

[[OOC: Bendytimed to before Cloneplot, after Melting Clock]]

Jeka was forcing herself not to hide in her room this time. It wasn't as bad as the first time she'd been transformed, of course, but being returned to...her post-transformation appearance was still disappointing. If not for the memories she'd have lost, she almost wished that the clock had kept that last portion of her personal timeline.

But it would do her no good to brood over it in her room. Especially when she had things to do. Primarily training in Medical and her work with Security, but there were other things she could find to do -- such as help Sakura with her omnicom. It would be a distraction at the very least, and she had promised.

She and the human had agreed to meet in the Media Library after Jeka finished eating. Hopefully Sakura hadn't been waiting long. Jeka slithered through the corridors, hovering several feet off the ground with her flight ring, as usual. At least she could wear her flight ring again, it was so...creepy to have to crawl around on Stacy all the time.

"Sakura, are you here?"

Despite having been spat out of a goo-filled sac and told her world had been destroyed, Minatsuki wasn't all that upset. She had to act like she was, of course; no matter where she went, she wore a downcast, depressed look on her face and she flinched if anyone so much as looked at her. But inwardly, she really didn't care. There was no one on that planet who deserved to live. Of course she would pretend to grieve, but in reality, this was a blessing. She was alone. And she was free of that twisted prison -- as fun as it had been.

Now, if only she didn't have to rely on this ship full of strangers, everything would be perfect.

Right now, Minatsuki was browsing the media library, marvelling at the technology as she browsed its vast contents. She was so engrossed that she didn't even notice where she was going -- or so she seemed. The cute, innocent, clumsy girl act was highly effective.

((OOC: Please take note of Minatsuki's information/trigger warnings and permissions post!))

In this world there were givers and there were takers.

The helpful, and the help themselves.

Jinx was for the time being one of the latter. Though the coarse of her short few years of life before the Earth was destroyed she had spent most of it firmly in the mindset of taking care of herself first. Up until recently that mindset had done pretty well by her.

But here she was now, adrift in space both literally and metaphorically speaking. She had worked all her young life for respect, perfecting her body, training her abilities. Scheming and plotting into the wee hours of the morning some days and what had that gotten her?

A backhand from a selfish woman she had looked up to.

Jinx had taken a few days to adjust to the sudden change in surroundings, hunkering down in a few areas, learning what she could. Now was the time for exploration. The ship had things she could use, information she wanted, skills she could learn, and who knew what other treasures she could stumble upon. She just had to find them.

So many people had recommended the Media Library to Soren that it ended up being one of the first locations on-ship that he paid a visit to. As promised, there was plenty of information to be found in convenient, electronic format.

Convenient for everyone who wasn't essentially from a medieval time period and thus had no framework for understanding computers, let along databases.

Losing patience, Soren began mashing the controls on some kind of instrument panel, and was rewarded with a moving picture featuring humans being menaced by floating tin plates, a woman singing about less-than-optimal romantic encounters, and some sort of storybook featuring a blue-skinned 'space explorer' and his evil nemesis (both with rather improbable hair).

"Infernal machine," he hissed, hitting the table with one small, bony magefist. "I'll show you a bad romance."

As far as he was concerned, the future should be destroyed. With fire.

She had secluded herself in one of the Library viewing rooms. A selection of films was cued up, chosen from multiple planets and genres: romance, drama, comedy, horror. And a few extra war movies.

Anwei sat on the too-warm flesh couch, leaning forward, her hands hanging slack between her spread knees. She stared at the veined floor between her feet, veins in her own forehead pulsing almost in sync. She had plenty of time; she was off-shift, and no one should come looking for her.

( The doctors had asked her not to do this. )

As per their agreement, Hoshi took off for the Media Library. Admittedly, she wanted to research a few things herself, but the main reason for her venture was to see her friend again after what happened on the Oryan planet. Once there, she strolled through the rows while keeping her eyes peeled for the Doctor.

"Doctor? Are you around here?" she asked, popping her head in several rows to see if maybe she could find him this way.

Maybe if he didn't come here yet, she'd find some way to occupy herself until he arrived. Now, where are some good recipes...

It had been one of those little things Reimi was never really good at, but she had settled into a routine since she had gone to the Media Library so long ago. Having booted up a cute looking JRPG or something close to it, she listened to the opening theme as she began to play, selecting her character.

Right now, playing away, she is almost oblivious to anyone coming up to visit with her.