Would she ever find the ‘cake’?

Eve shuddered in her sleep, and, in doing so, managed to shake herself awake. The sounds and images of her manufactured dream faded slowly. She could still sense them for the first few seconds after waking... echoing reminders of something that her conscious mind wanted forgotten. But even as they faded, the baneful chorus was replaced by something else. She was… alone.

C..Claire? Placing her feet underneath herself and standing up slowly, clearing the rest of the aftereffects with slow, even breaths, Eve peered into the darkness ahead of her. She shuddered again, this time from the cold. Her wet, blonde hair that was slicked back on her head and neck, didn’t help.

Sherry?…Leon? Eve took one tentative but wobbly step forward. When nothing reached out to grab her, she took another. Then another. She wondered what would happen when he reached the end of the long winding path ahead. Would the people she knew be there? Or would she just keep walking and walking and walking...

By the time she had made her way down several hallways and made four turns through the various, labyrinth-like organic corridors, she was walking with ease. But with ease, came an automaton like regard for her surroundings as her pre-programmed mind led itself in whichever direction it had too.


_{OOC: Ack, I'm Late… as per usual. Just wondering if anyone could drop her off somewhere with those ‘left behind’. Would be a great help <3}

If there was one thing Eve had paid attention to during her brief time in the ship, was the location of the small hidey spots that might offer some kind of safety along the way. She'd really hoped it wouldn't have to come to this, but the thought was never really far from her mind. Even when she wasn’t being forced to look for the ever elusive ‘cake’ she still felt somehow threatened. She hadn't been able to talk with Claire earlier, and she wasn't going too any time soon. She’d waited for a long time, much longer than she thought she had, but it still made her feel uneasy.

Yet Eve hadn’t really ‘left’ the spot Claire and Leon had placed her in. Partly because she knew she could see it if she poked her head out and partly because that’s what she wanted to tell herself. Luckily, as time wore on during the hour, worrisome thoughts had faded somewhat, and this small white rectangular duct-cum-crevice felt… comfortable. At least for now.

It was in the middle of casting a strange finger puppet shadow on the floor when she felt another’s presence. Human. Scrambling out on hands and knees, envisaging Claire, Leon, perhaps even an old friend she caught sight of one of the new children to the ship. Eve stood curiously, perplexed, chancing only a single step toward her. Suddenly it was a little harder to breathe easily and be comfortable. She blinked at the girl not used to company that was almost as small as her, but relieved in such a person not being a dangerous looking threat.

The world had come back into sharp focus, all the details she'd taken for granted, the mazes of flesh and bone replayed to her ad nauseum spilling out onto the floor along with the liquid warm from the all consuming sac that had housed her for so long. It had almost been as disorienting as when she had curiously walked into the mechanisms awaiting arms.

And now she was… Lost? Again. And amongst the new hallways she felt so small. So tiny. Eve was almost doll-like. All gold hair and blue eyes and still with that small hint of baby fat still on her cheeks. No wonder amongst the large pillars of sinew she felt so intimidated.

She also remembered cake; the promise of the strange sounding reward. But she’d found nothing yet. Unless it had already been given to her? Was she given anything? Was that why she was in all those unfamiliar places?

Nursing a sore head Eve did was she had become accustomed too. She trudged on through the hallways, without a clear destination or a word of complaint and awaited the arrival of cake; whatever it was.

Cybil is currently talking with Jaime Reyes about the possibility of hacking the ship's systems. Just a normal day on the meatship, a normal conversation in one of the cold zones, where there are no working sensors, about getting the hell OFF the ship, or turning the big bitch around.

"Do you think we could have our resident tech nerds build something to bridge the gap from technological to the more organic parts of her systems?"

"Listen up! Everyone gather in close. There's something we need to discuss."

She turns to Jaime and the telepaths. "Ready?"

There's a vorp and all of a sudden, everyone on Obs deck is surrounded by a blue shield, protecting them from the watching eyes of Stacy's (functioning sensors). The telepaths are standing by to make sure Stacy doesn't try to read their minds and to block her if necessary (although at the last meeting, she didn't try it).

"Do not be alarmed by the blue shield. That is one of the ways we're currently being shielded from Stacy so we can talk without being overheard."

( Let the meeting get underway... )

||Pod Release Protocols Initiating,|| Stacy announced to the denizens of the upper levels. Down the the Pod Caverns, familiar sounds made themselves known:

Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.

Mist sprayed from the cracks in the pods before the new crew members were summarily ejected from warm, comfortable stasis to their new chilly, damp reality. They'd either meet each other in the Caverns or in the upper levels, where the previously popped crew would also be waiting for them, if Stacy had anything to say about it.

This time, there were two pods spitting mechanical beings out of a more oily mixture, and one podling who was significantly smaller than most of the others.

Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.