It wasn't that the ship, Stacy, was silent. There were people running about, engines groaning and the walls creaking. Stacy was far from that. however, there was no... life. No mothers coddling babes or work-men selling their wares. There was children, but they were older than their ages permitted, and she didn't exactly know what to make of them.

Thus, she had found the sensoriums, and with a relieved sigh, she took in the false sights of home, the pigeons gathering on the window sills, the rats running in the muck to the side of the road. It might not be real, but it was close and all she needed now was a way to find bread, hopefully feed the birds, and pretend.

There was no other way of putting it. Mal Reynolds was in a terrible mood. Whether what he was doing fell under the category of sulking or mourning, he was just not dealing well with the supposed loss of everything and everyone he knew. He went through the motions of talking to a few people, asking them questions about Stacy and their purpose; he even managed to make friends with some of them. But regardless of how friendly he was with them, they couldn't fill the sudden void that had settled on him, making him feel like he was carrying a load of bricks.

So, retreating from the Obs deck, where he'd returned to after visiting a few locations on boarrd, he made his way to the Sensorium, seeking solace in a simulation of his ship Serenity. He wandered through the simulation until he found the room he was looking for: the dining area. Mal slowly walked over to the heavy wooden table, and sat down in one of the chairs, his mind reeling from the shock of finding himself on board the ship and everything he'd learned since arriving.

But, as he sat there totally lost in thought, his instincts, sharpened from wartime experiences and other dangers, warned him that someone else was in the room with him. Without bothering to turn around, he asked, "What do you want?"

[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. Here is the OOC info.]


||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.

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( There was nothing... )