Title: Catharsis
Location: Stacy; city park





He was without the walls.

It was strange and scary and liberating and...a mass of other-things Renne couldn't put an English word to. Still, he couldn't say he was angry with the Human that had turned his walls into dust.
It was just something mountainous he had to get used to. Had to adapt to, somehow.

And yet that, right now, came second in his thoughts.


He couldn't make use of many things others could but Renne had it too deeply entrenched in his mind that this had to be done.

So through the halls, over the ruins of the Nightmare King's devastation, Renne crawls. Under an arm, a pile of little paper scraps slowly dwindles. It's an intentional drop of one slip at a time and when his bundle runs out, the oddity ends up at a quiet place. Grass, trees and quiet. It has its scars of battle but it's not a devastated war zone. Once there, Renne sits on the grass and holds his plushie in his lap.

The slips he'd dropped bear few words but it's hopefully readable between the horrendous penmanship, worse spelling and perhaps queer name mutilations.

Seek Humans. A-Dam-Dam, Bee, Jay-mee.

Nightmare becomes reality....

_{[roster: Leader - Echo, Adam Park, Billy Cranston, Cissie King-Jones, Jamie McCrimmon]}

Adam couldn't help but keep away from people. He didn't know why but everything seemed to trigger something in his dreams and now he had been having them while walking around. He was glad for some of those who helped him but for the most part, he kept to himself. Which, sometimes, made it worse.

He hadn't seen Billy in months, GlaDOS sometimes took him and denied him cake (that meanie), and other times, he holed himself up in the Sensorium to read.

Which is exactly what he was doing now.

Adam stood a bit nervously on the stage that the Sensorium provided. He knew the audience was all fake. Well, except for Billy in the corner. But it was still nerve wracking to play in a concert where all eyes, fake or otherwise, were on him.

He gave a tentative smile to Billy and immediately started to strum the guitar in a fast tempo. The bass and drums were provided by the Sensorium quickly after, seemingly knowing how the song will go regardless.

Adam opened his mouth and sang.

[OOC: I'll be posting Youtube links throughout the post as people start tagging and all. Each song are by Eyeshine. For those who don't know, Adam Park's actor is the lead singer of Eyeshine so all these songs will be in Adam's voice regardless :3]

Following the brief detour through MedBay, Billy trudged onward, relying almost entirely on the force of his will to keep moving. He wasn't entirely familiar with the layout of the City, so he attempted to memorize his path during his search. Adam's message had mentioned a roof?

His eyes scanned every building. Finally, just when he was about to collapse from exhaustion, he spotted a familiar figure on one of the rooftops. "Adam!"

Relief flooded through Billy's body, urging him onward. In a moment, without even waiting for a reply, he was inside the building and ascending the stairs. Then, finally, they were standing across from each other...

...though the distance between them lasted only a second. Billy would possibly regret this later, but he was unable to suppress the irrational urge to wordlessly wrap his arms around his friend. He was here, and they were whole when little else he knew remained intact.

The crew meeting doesn't take place in the Obs Deck like it usually does. It takes place in the Medbay, because that's where most of the crew is gathered, and it's plenty large enough. Those that are still getting treated can sit on the beds, and those that just need to sit can sit on the beds.

When the last stragglers rejoin the others in the MedBay, when almost all the injuries have been treated, the Bridge Team finally returns, but they do not return triumphant. Most of their expressions are somber. One of their number, Paco, has come back missing an arm, and quite a few have rather nasty injuries, black eyes, burns, and so on. Jaime Reyes' armor is healed over his eye, and though said eye isn't gone (well, at least it won't be for long), it looks as if it is.

But their greatest casualty is being carried by Brainiac 5 with a flat pane of yellow shielding like an impromptu stretcher. Robin lent his cape to cover the body out of respect, but the green hand of the robot Brainiac is visible despite it.

The organic Brainy peels off from the group to silently carry the body into Special Weapons Division, to place it on one of the work-tables, as if the room is now an impromptu mortuary. An autopsy of sorts needs to be performed, after all, to ensure with absolute certainty what he already knows--that there is no way to repair their lost comrade. He will be absent from the reunion, and most likely chase out anyone that comes in.

As for the rest of them, they need medical care, probably need hugs, and mostly just need to see that the rest of the group is okay. They also need to meet the new people--who need to properly meet everyone in general, really.

[ooc: MEETING THREAD. Everybody, start subthreads and tag subthreads. This is for new people to meet folks and get a few more explanations, and also folks from the different teams just to reunite with people and see if they're okay, and all that. After the reunions and all that, free threading will resume. EVERYONE would be here, most likely. By this time, most folks would probably have joined the others.]

12 - 1700 hours - Crew Work. Check.
17 - 1800 hours - Visit Leels in the hoosegow. Check.
18-2000 hours - personal projects. In progress.

Over in the Engineering department, Allen is putting the finishing touches on a small, nondescript device. It's sleek, black, has a lense, and when he engages it, it floats, then zips over his shoulder and down Stacy's halls.

"Control, f, my wife," he murmurs as he saunters after it. He turns off as the device zips on its way and comes to a stop in the Media Lab, where he flops down to wait, either for updates, or tentacles.

In the meantime, he puts on Casablanca. For the fourth time this month.

Guess who's poking his nose through piles of data, oblivious to the chaotic goings-on elsewhere?

That's Billy Cranston, who can never seem to relax for too long. He's currently downloading notes on technological advances in Earth's 21st century and beyond, eager to catch up on the systems and developments that his crew members from later time periods are familiar with. It's truly incredible that so much power can be crammed into such tiny devices, he thinks. And the alternate power sources discovered in later centuries are definitely an area to be studied further.

Stirrings of guilt in the back of his thick head tell him that he should really be spending more of his time with Adam instead of sitting here up to his eyeballs in work, but he reasons that a few more minutes downloading this chapter on nanotechnology won't hurt.

But in all likelihood, Adam will walk by days later and pry the alluring data from Billy's cold, dead hands. For all the progress in social ability the Blue Ranger has made, he still suffers from lingering prioritization issues.

Despite yesterday's strange turn of events, Katara was upbeat about the meeting at the Statuary. All in all, it was a rather relaxing place, and Katara thought it would be perfect for getting to know her teammates. She made sure she adjusted the communicator for Kazuki on one of the nearby statues. He wouldn't need it now, but she still wanted it there since she and Allen worked so hard on it. She only hoped that Julian didn't mind that she had arranged all of this, since he was their team leader. Of course, Katara knew full well that she was the type to get like this, but the others didn't. She hoped it wasn't too jarring.

And she hoped Sokka wasn't late.

The statues were unrecognizeable to her, and as far as she was concerned, that was a good thing. Seeing all of the past Avatar statues, not to mention a grown up Aang, had been a little too daunting for her taste. She waited, and made sure she sent out a reminder to all of her teammates.

Daniel has been on the ship a while now. Though he's kept far more to himself than he intended. Mostly due to the fact he hasn't... well. He hasn't noticed the passing of time.

He's been very absorbed in his research about anything and everything related to the ship and the universe its cruising through. He had tried to go through all this information in the Media Library... but... well. There is only so long a book worm can go without... books.

Luckily, it didn't take much to translate the media library into holographic projections of books and the computers he's used to. If anything, it made him more content in his research. Not that he expected to find much beyond what was already known. So he decided on a new approach. He got the sensorium to call up old SG-1 mission reports (and in a moment of weakness, the ones that haven't happened for him yet.). That brought him to be sitting in a simulation of a library, at a desk pilled high with books and folders. Some of said folders baring the clear classified mark... not that it mattered much anymore... at least not to him.

He looked over an old report then clicked his recorder on, "The ship does seem to possess virtual reality technology like to that found on P7J-989. Though I've yet find any indication that this is... well... all in our heads. Or if it is... it's far more advanced. But now is hardly the time to get into a debate over what is real and what's not... at least not yet anyway." He clicked it off shortly after.

Still absorbed in his work, he won't notice if anyone else enters. He flipped through some pages of a different file, this one marked for the Atlantis expedition. He clicked his recorder back on, "An interesting note... the organic... ahem.. workings of the ship do bare a resemblance to that of the Wraith. Not.. Not that that is very comforting at all. As much as I would like to know what we're dealing with here... I would hope that this more a case of convergent evolution than any connection to the Wraith. Still... I'm not ruling anything out." He let out a sigh after that note.

"I guess that brings me to the.... Ohm."

Adam still had no idea what to really do with himself on the ship. He'd explored quite a bit of it, was a bit too shy to meet a whole lot of people, and all in all... just felt plain uncomfortable. When he found the Sensoriums more or less empty, he was glad.

It became a small dojo, serene and calm. The sliding doors were open, letting a cool breeze waft in. Adam immediately fell in step of a kata; long, slow, and languid. It always helped to ease his mind and he wasn't one to simply meditate just yet. He would do that once he was done.

[...do their clothes change at all in the Sensoriums or are they wearing the suits no matter what?]

Luna felt rather disheartened to find that the directional spell Harry had taught her wasn't of much use when there wasn't a magnetic north pole for her wand to find on command, let alone a way to gauge an appropriate direction off of that.  All she had been trying to do was find the media room, but apparently Stacy had other things in mind, for she was now completely and totally lost and had next to no clue how to get back to the Obs Deck to ask for guidance.

A soft 'hmm' escapes as she pauses in her slow meandering steps, wand dangling rather listlessly from her loose fingers as she peers down another hallway in both directions.  Not a person in sight, nor a book.  She thinks vaguely that this probably isn't a good thing, though she can't really make herself believe that any part of the ship will manage to be deserted for long; the Obs Deck was completely packed, filled with more people than the Great Hall after a Quidditch match, and from what she had heard, that hadn't been nearly all of the passengers.  Still, the lack of people is a little unnerving, and the silence reminds her more than a little bit of the Department of Mysteries, most definitely a moment that she doesn't want to relive while alone in a dark hallway.

"Point Me," she says again, wand held flat on her palm.  She watches as it spins hopelessly, feeling rather despondent.  Sighing, she pulls her Spectrespecs over her eyes, figuring that she can at least keep an eye out for Wrackspurts.  The last thing she needs right now is her brain to go fuzzy.

After being released from stasis, having the slime removed from their bodies and clothed in the creepy, pulsing leaf-suit that everyone wore, and being taken to the Weapons & Possessions lockers to collect their belongings, the new arrivals would find themselves standing in the Observation Deck. Round windows lined the fleshy walls, revealing the bright display of lights that was inter-dimensional travel. They would also discover that there were people--members of the command staff and crew that had woken earlier--waiting for them.

[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. 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... )