So, what had she accomplished lately?

Miku sat on one of the fleshy, fatty couches on the observation deck, thinking about that subject. She was dressed in her plantsuit and a miniskirt (for modesty's sake), having finally run out of clothing that she'd gotten from... someone.

Somewhere.

Who had that kind person been? She'd have to find them and thank them, and though Miku tried hard to bring their face, voice, or name to mind, it was as though she were trying to think through vanilla pudding. Well, someday, they'd see each other again.

But, anyway, what had she accomplished? Miku leaned forward in her seat, her chin in her hands, and looked out the window. She was slowly getting past her fear of people, so that was good. She'd made a new friend in Kara, over miniskirts. She was ever-so-slowly learning to control her abilities. Then there was Steve, of course. Miku laughed to herself and covered her eyes.

Was it possible to be embarrassed just thinking about someone? Apparently, the answer was yes.

Still, there were things she had been slacking in. It'd been ages since she'd cleaned something that wasn't virtual (not including her room, of course. She'd even cleaned the empty side!), and if she didn't start practicing her developing soon, then she'd certainly forget how to. Miku sighed, threw herself backwards against the couch, and looked at the ceiling.

"I need more things to do, I think," she murmured to herself. "Definitely, without a doubt." But what? And with who?

Nightmare becomes reality....

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

Cissie had been trying to keep busy. She had been trying to avoid sleeping, to avoid seeing the funeral all of again. It had to be the worst day of her life. So she was busying herself around the med bay. Cleaning the floors, folding blankets, and other random things. She even sorted all the medical supplies alphabetically. When that had been done, she did it by type. Then back again.

She was actually busying herself with scrubbing a spot on the floor now. Her hair tied back in a knot as she focused just on this.

Damian is in the sensoriums, surrounded by ninjas.

The setting is at first a city rooftop, but with a thought, he makes it a desert.

He hesitates again, then gets Stacy to make the ninjas more alien. He's fairly sure they won't be fighting humans when the final battle comes, after all. Plus, he doesn't plan to hold back at all, and that's more likely to be excusable if his enemy is not human.

"Do not hold back," he tells Stacy, then draws his sword and dashes forward, lopping the head off the closest alien ninja before it has a chance to attack.

Of course, none of the other ninjas are as slow. They've all drawn weapons and are rounding on Damian. Some are flying or slithering.

Damian grins sharply. This will be fun.

The new people will find themselves ushered out of Obs Deck, so it can be shot down to the planet again, to pick the crew up. Eventually, the crew members on the mission are brought back up, and the doors open to let the two groups meet.

The newbies are likely not expecting their new crew-mates to come back bearing presents--which some of them are.

[ooc: This time anyone can post in. REMEMBER TO TAG OTHER PEOPLE, THO. This is set after the mission so mission peoples can meet the newbies. Latecomer newbies, if you want, you can just tag your guys into this one to make things easier.]

Something...odd is happening on the ship. Plant-like protrusions are occasionally sprouting in places throughout the ship.

They look like mistletoe, but this is purely coincidental. It's not like it's the holidays on the ship, right? It might be for some people, back home (if they still had a home), but others were grabbed from different times. No, it's just coincidence that these little devices look vaguely like mistletoe, and coincidence what they're being used for.

For you see, when this "mistletoe" is overhead, a crew member will be trapped in an invisible forcefield, and won't be able to escape until someone has kissed them or otherwise showed them some equivalent of affection. (Cheek kisses and sloppy puppy kisses from the canine crew members count). The "mistletoe" spring itself is shielded itself and can't be destroyed, the only way out is a kiss.

Why is this all happening? GLaDoS is performing whacky behavioral experiments, that's why. Each time, it happens, she intones messages like the following.

"Please express affection for your fellow crewmate to free them."

"This is of the utmost importance, and part of ongoing Crew Coherency and Cooperation Studies."

"Please do not attempt to leave the vicinity until you have participated."

"Participation is required. Why wouldn't you want to participate?"

"The Transmigration9 AI Complex thanks you for your participation in important research. Unless you don't want to participate, but not participating would make me disappointed. I suppose you just want to disappoint me."

And of course, sometimes she even outright lies.

"There will be cake."

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their number. After the recent revelation, many of them were even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Brainiac 5 and Sensor were set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings.

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

Cissie looked down at the red fabric in her lap and sighed. She had found it in the possessions locker, but didn't know what to do with it. It'd look silly on her with the plant suit, so she'd just kept it in her room. But now she had it out again, along with her bow and the other things she had from her hero days. She wiped a tear out of her eye as she pulled her hair back a bit with a bit of loose string. She then picked up the hooded top she had, and pulled it on. It fit over the plant suit, and it didn't look all that bad. Plus she liked the feel of the hood on her head. It helped hide her eyes from people.

She stood up suddenly, dropping her skirt and other clothing to the ground before picking up her bow. The Sensoriums molded around her to form the training room from the Young Justice cave. She aim'd and sent the first two arrows off without even blinking. One hitting, and the next moment the second cutting the first in half. She took a deep breath before picking up another arrow and firing it at the other two, watching as it easily sliced through the two in the bullseye.

"Dammit!" She threw the bow to the ground and stomped on it, fresh tears running down her face. "I wanted a normal life. Just going to school, hanging with my friends, and the occasional boyfriend. But then I had to deal with one friends death, and then Bart..." She felt her knees get weak and she fell to the ground on top of the bow. She held her hands over her face and freely cried. It was time anyways, she'd been holding it all in long enough.

Meet n' Greet, smell my feet, gimme something good to eat! Unfortunately, the newbie meet and greet takes place the same time the command staff is congregating, so they might be a little late to the party.

But the crew is there to welcome the newcomers and explain their situation. At the end of the milling and spilling about, the command staff is going to start a general meeting to apprise everyone of their situation and discuss their next course of action:

Getting off the damn ship.

She's really been putting it off, but for some reason she couldn't any longer. She wondered into the sensorium, and watched as the scene changed. She lifted herself up onto a brick wall and just watched as someone whizzed back and forth on the grass. She could catch glimpses of bright yellow and red, but her eyes couldn't keep up for long. He was too fast. But that didn't really matter.

"Never did." She moved a piece of hair behind her ear and watched the scene change. The blur had changed colors and was now a white and red. She giggled a bit sadly as she watched him buzz around an older man. Her heart seemed to ache as she watched the two.

"Max... God. What I wouldn't give to go back to those days.." She hung her head and watched sadly as the room chanced once more. A small room with comic book posters on the walls, and video games thrown all about the floor. The higher bunk bed wasn't made and Cissie easily jumped off of her wall to scale the bed. She didn't care if this made her look weird, or crazy.

She curled herself up on the bed and stared at the ceiling. Trying her hardest not to think of the golden eyed speedster she missed so much.

Julian was in one of the sensoriums, which is where he had been spending a lot of time the last few days. Learning to fly a Federation starship wasn't easy, which was a shock to Julian since at first it seemed like the ship was smart enough to fly itself. But learning how to pilot one ended up being a crash course in astrophysics, stellar cartography, astrogation, warp physics, subspace sailing, and piloting all rolled into one. You practically had to have a Ph. D. in gravitational physics just to park the ship into a stable orbit.

Things that took Starfleet cadets months, if not years to learn, he had to cram in only a few days. It was time consuming (which meant far less Kara time than he would have liked) and he felt like his brain was going to melt out of his ears.

Which is why, for now anyway, he was taking a break. He had again recreated the SoCal beach where he grew up by, where the surf hit the sand, and the jagged rocks that were only a few feet down the shoreline. But rather than play basketball like he did last time, he was working with his telekinesis. Now that the collar was off, he was free to use his powers as he saw fit.

--And speaking of that collar, he was still holding on to it, oddly enough. Though rather than wear it around his neck, it hung from the side of his hip by a piece of his plantsuit; like he was displaying it as some kind of badge of honor--

But right now, he felt a little bit of practice time would do him good. Judging by the occasional loud explosion that came from in the sensoriums, followed by the rather emphatic cursing of one pissed off teenager, he could use the practice.

Mia hummed to herself as she nocked up another arrow, sighting the target fifty yards away. Not a massive distance, but she wasn't shooting for that today. Right now she was more concerned with the three arrows stuck end to end, snaking out from the bullseye.  That was her record, before she ended up splitting one too far and they fell apart. Well, records were meant to be broken, weren't they?

She pulled back on the bow, letting everything around her disappear, including the extra sets of archery gear she'd had the sensorium whip up in case anyone wanted to join her.

Jaime Reyes is a very, very busy young man. This is because he's been keeping busy, basically acting as a director and go-between all the little teams working on all the little things they need to GTFO.

Actually, he's even decided that should probably be their team name. Team GTFO.

(Not that he'd doodled that at the top of his little omnicom with the touch pad or anything, nope).

As it stands, he's sitting in the Sensoriums, eating a burger and fries from El Diablo's, sitting on one of the outside benches. The door to his little Sensorium is wide open, in case one of his friends pops in, or someone needs him for something, or generally, if anyone just wants to talk to him for any reason. He's a friendly kid, and he knows there's new people wanting to meet people.

Curiously, there are no people manning his little fast food establishment, but then Jaime specifically forbid Stacy from popping anyone he knows in the hologram. Then when she stocked it with weird hologram people, he thought it was creepy, so he just decided there would be no people at all.

As he eats, he seems to argue with himself. Anyone that knows him will know it's not himself he's arguing with.

"That's too dangerous. That's also too dangerous. Look, I know you love running in guns blazing, and think everybody should do that all the time, but that's not going to work here. We need information first, and we need to do this carefully."

A pause.

"I am not an Anxious Annie--where do you pick these phrases up, anyway, when I and no one I know uses them? I swear, the other day, you said the word 'moxie.' Next, it'll be 'dames and broads' and 'pow, right in the kisser, straight to the moon' and I have no idea where you're getting it. Are you watching the classic movie channel in my sleep or did you get it from Dan Garrett?"

Another pause.

"Haha, no. 80s slang isn't any better, and no I would not prefer it--seriously, stop saying 'radical.'"

Despite the talking to himself, even though he's engrossed in his little plans, he does look amused.

After sampling what passed for food around here--Stacy really needed to get her hands on some cayenne pepper, maybe a little garlic, some parsley, oregano and bay leaves---Gambit found himself wandering around the city by himself.  After making the rounds, he eventually stumbled upon the statuary, a large hall full of a various statues from a multitude of different worlds, times, and realities.  Some of the events or people being commemorated, he recognized.  Others, he did not.  But, with nothing better to do, Remy wandered into the hall and began to look over the statues. 

He was more than half-way through his little tour when he finally noticed something strange at the base of one of the statues.  It was, what appeared to be, a switch.  Furrowing his brow, he knelt down in front of the statue and eyed the device for a few moments.  Looking back over the statues he'd already passed, he realized that they all had identical switches on them.  Feeling rather adventurous--much like the proverbial cat that got killed by its equally proverbial curiosity--Remy flicked it.

...nothing.

"Now dat's silly," he thought aloud to himself.

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.


[ooc: read before tagging, plz]

[[OOC: Read this before tagging.]]

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.