Atton Rand was lost. He'd been literally spat out of the wall and he vaguely remembered something about mazes and a voice talking to him about cake. Cake. He shook his head and glanced up at the walls surrounding him and immediately groaned, "...so much for this being nothing but a bad dream."

He clambered to his feet and dusted himself off - sure, the living suit was disgusting, but he had his blaster and his commlink. If memory served, there was a city around here somewhere too. Not to mention other people. HOw long had he been gone, anyway? Without pausing to try and think (because hey, who actually thinks), Atton set off for the city.

Or so he hoped. It took him about a half hour to get his bearings and finally get down there. But at least he wasn't surrounded by pulsing walls anymore. He flopped himself down on a bench next to some building and tried to take stock - he was on this giant ship going who knows where.

Surrounded by people he didn't even know.

Great.

"What the HELL!!? What the hell are all of us then? Loose trash?"

Rose doesn't appreciate being manhandled by the tentacles EVER, but she appreciates being dismissed from the new and exciting stuff and stuck in this sentient prison thing while everybody else gets to go and DO something even MORE!

They sent the guy with the freaking STICK but not HER?!

She gives the wall a good punch in frustration and anger and a little pinging voice promptly informs her that she's just racked up a violation. So she kicks the wall and racks up a second.

( Yeah well... )

It's big meeting time! Word of mouth gets everyone gathered in the Obs Deck--everyone. New, old, the entire crew is there and that makes it clear that there's close to a hundred of them, if not more.

When they've all arrived, a blue bubble pops up around them, courtesy of Blue Beetle, to block them all from Stacy's sensors. Most of the new people were given the basic rundown by Cybil or Chief when they were first released. Some of them have already joined a discussion with a the Commanding Officers and department heads. Some have had a chance to explore a bit. Some were only just recently released.

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Atton has found himself wandering the ship, trying to figure out where he was and what this place is. All he knows is that there were other people, he has his blaster and some of his equipment back, and now he's going to find some answers. As of right now, he's moving along one of the corridors very quietly and actually pretty damn stealthily. He moves like he knows how to hide and every few steps he pauses to listen. His blaster is hefted in one hand and as he ease up to a corner to peek around it, the barrel of his gun isn't very far behind.

Someone is going to explain this to him. Hopefully.

After being de-slimed--for the most part--and wrapped in discomforting, dark green, plant-like body-suits--that not only left little to the imagination, but also seemed to be breathing--the newly pod-popped crew all happen to congregate in the Weapons and Possessions Lockers at the same time. This cavernous warehouse of a chamber has shelves and shelves and racks of belongings and weapons that go off as far as the eye can see. Everything from massive sidearms to impossibly huge swords, to Hello Kitty lunchboxes.

Their own belongings are here near the front--they've been moved to make finding them more easy, but it will take a bit of hunting.

Either way, they won't be searching alone. Everyone's piling in at the same time.

||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.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.