Who: Spinelli and you!!
Where: The City
Summary: Having an overactive imagination may not be the best thing when you get lost in a strange city.

( Nobody ever said the Jackal was good at directions. )

Who: Splicer, and anyone ever! Yes that means YOU!
Where:  Hunter's Pad
Summary:  Party till you drop, release some stress, just have fun!
Warnings: Open party event, discretion is advised! Excessive partying

( Get the party started! )

[[OOC: Open event post, feel free to post an open thread for your character, or post to someone who's already there! You can make requests at the DJ booth, and you can choose to interact with Splicer as well, just make sure you put it in the header. Other than that, just have fun!]]

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicomms and comm rings. They are also told they must read information about their current situation and a survival guide with their new omnicomm. New crewmates might see a tall dragonish guy with wings (but don't call him that), a large afro attached to a smaller girl, and talking ponies 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. But thankfully this time, there's a system that was set up to aid the new crew members with a few more experienced ones.

[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. Big brother/sister, there will be a thread for you as well!]

The Kohaku River ran diagonally through most of the City, past Central Park, winding its way between Castle Wyvern and the Bathhouse and Awesome World, and finally ending somewhere in Escherville. Its pristine waters would therefore be an excellent vehicle through which to introduce a convenient new source of protein.

Or so Tarrant reasoned when he began the project. Now, about a third of the way through, the fry he'd introduced into the river earlier (or at least the ones that survived notice by the native carp) were growing rapidly, establishing themselves and their territories.

[The river is open for fishing! The fish species Tarrant is aiming for are the following:

• ayu/sweetfish
• trout
• bass
• catfish
• whiting
• croaker
• freshwater eel
• minnows and an assortment of small prey fish

They are not all exactly like their Earth analogues, and some may come from alien fish species with unusual colors, fin shapes, habits, or other physical attributes. With every successive generation, however, they will become more and more like their target species in behavior and appearance, barring a few changes to make them better adapted for life in this particular habitat.

Feel free to mess around in the river, fish, or bug Tarrant.]

In the Tower of High Sorcery, those ertswhile examiners of items magical and mystical would find a score or so of opportunities to put their knowledge and reason to the test -- provided, of course, that they got the proper permission from Aibghalien, who was even now pondering a horn made of brass, but shaped like one from a ram's head...

[OOC: If you want to handwave the permission process, just post to the Examination thread and I'll pick somethin' for ya!]

Who: OPEN
Where: Anywhere in the city, or down by the river.
Summary: Thoughtful wanderings of a great wyrm bronze dragon.

Much had happened the past month or so, from Linsha's repodding to the battle of Nirsat and the revelation of his true identity to the crew at large, the attack on the ship and then subsequent step down from the council itself to a more advisory position. One that at the very least continued to allow him to utilize his vast knowledge and skills to aid the council and crew. Nevertheless he had much to think on from such things, thus in his true form he wandered the streets, exploring the city as he went.

The path of his exploration leading him out away then looping back around, then back towards the river in which he usually swam surveying the damage that had been wrought on the city from the constructs that had laid siege to it, his path only deviating to give the Drunken dragon wide birth. It wasn't too long before his massive strides found him back by the river, setting himself down by the bank as he thought.

(OOC: feel free to come across Crucible/Bight at any point in his wanderings, or down by the river)

Sherry had never liked feeling hurt. Not the physical pain, but rather the emotional setback of losing a friend. With Vega gone again, she had made sure she didn't cry. In fact, she'd hardly publicly moped.

Someday, just like that, he'd come back. And maybe she'd be a little order and even taller than her friend, but... but he'd be back. With a little sigh, far too old for someone her age, Sherry looked back and forth between her homework and the Bleed on a fatty-couch on the Observation Deck. The complex work wasn't hard for her, not really, but what did they expect when she preferred to stay out of sight? Sticking just out of her blue bag, was an old, odd-looking book, hidden behind her legs.


"Mom's going to run out of material for me to learn, at this rate." She yawned and rubbed her eyes, turning her attention back to the Bleed for a moment.

Three attempts in and this had not been going well.

Outside the transport tubes in the city hovered one pegasus pony, staring in irritation at said tubes. One hoof rested on what was unmistakably a cloud -- a puffy, friendly-looking white cloud, just the right size to make a comfy napping spot for a pegasus who, well, really liked napping.

"You stupid tube tentacle... things!" she said, expecting that the ship would somehow respond. "Let me take the cloud up to that Hydro-whatsit place!"

Welcome. Check.
Shore Leave? Check.
Now it was time to get acquainted with her new home! And what better way to do so than to dash around in er fox form with the occasional break here and there in her humanoid form just to enjoy the feel of the environment in a different light~

If you venture into the city today, you might find yourself seeing a shadow, or a blur, or sometimes even the full visage of a majestic while fox with nine tails dashing quickly through the City. You might even simply run into the nine tailed maiden just dancing around in an abandoned building, or at the park.

Wherever it may be, do you approach her? Or observe her from afar?

||Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention. All personnel please report to the Observation Deck. Attention, Attention, all personnel...||

Stacy's voiced called the entire crew, until all of them were gathered at the Obs Deck. Then, a dossier appeared on the screens, along with the image of a rotating planet.

Planet Designation: Pelau
Status: Terrestrial, H-class.
Non-sentient life: Moderate flora and fauna.
Semi-Sentient Life: Yes.
Sentient Life: Yes
Water: 75% of the planet's surface.

Climate: Climate varies by region.
Landscape: Landscape at the North Pole varies. Within the biodomes, significant development. Outside the domes remains mostly pristine.
Air: Normoxic concentration: 29% oxygen, 60% nitrogen, 3% xenon, 6% trace gases, such as hydrogen, krypton, and argon.

Air Pressure: 14.352 pounds per square inch.
Sky: Blue/violet with white clouds.
Sun: A class D4K, yellow star.

Warnings: Be careful of frostbite outside the biodomes.

Mission: None. Shore leave is now initiated.

[Here's a handy map of the North Biodome where the crew is being dropped]


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