Sometime during the regular comings and goings aboard the meatship, an announcement rings out across all portions of the ship.

||Attention crew,|| Stacy's voice says, ||As significant interest has been shown for it, and enough time has passed since the Nightmare King incident to prevent unnecessary mental issues, the procedure to unlock the memories of the destruction of your homeworlds is now available to all crew members. If you are interested, please proceed to any empty sensorium and I will begin the process.||

A slight pause, then...

||If you have a history of mental issues, please use extra consideration when deciding on whether or not to take the procedure. That is all.||

Should anyone decide to take her up on her offer and head to the sensoriums, they'd find a clean, clinical-looking white room with a dentist-style chair (sans scary drills, of course) in the middle.

||Please, take a seat.||

[OOC:Instructions.]

It was a feeling she knew. Vaguely itchy under her skin, feeling like her powers were going to explode and like she needed to go running for a week, and just see where she ended up. Here, she couldn't do what she'd done back home: grab her bag and just leave.

The sensoriums were about as close to that as she could get.

And they were beginning to fail her.

She hated feeling caged. It'd happened to her a bit too often in her life - most spectacularly, with the Skrulls, the Shi'ar and Bastion - for her to be very comfortable with the idea that she just couldn't leave.

So, that left one thing. One thing that would get disapproving looks from pretty much every X-Man ever, and would have Wolverine dragging her by the pigtails to go workout with him.

Yeah, well, Logan wasn't here. So there.

"Alright, Stacy." Jubilee closed her eyes, and allowed the parameters of the exercise to flow from behind her mental shields to the ship.

She knew it was right, when she heard the birds singing in the trees, and the gentle lap of water against the shore - she hoped the safety parameters were in place too. She really didn't want to die. Her hands almost sparked but she pulled them back in.

The area around her made a pang hit her. She missed the Mansion. Seeing the lake and the woods made the ache that much sharper. Even if the woods were different this time.

Somewhere, in these woods, a hunter lurked.

Jubilee headed off into the trees to look for Victor Creed.

The turnout ended up being better than expected. Kang stood with his arms crossed over his chest in front of the bar of the tavern, looking over his and Ronon's students; he knew that several of them wouldn't stay, once they realized how brutal this training was going to be. He glanced over at his fellow instructor, and nodded slightly, getting a nod and grin in return.

Sons-of-bitches voice was go.

"Welcome to Warfare Training. For those of you who don't know us, I am Kang, and this"--he pointed at Ronon--"is Ronon Dex. We are going to be your instructors." His wings rustled slightly, and he grinned. "I'm going to tell you right now: this is not going to be easy. You will get hurt. You will be sore in muscles you didn't even know existed. We are going to make you give us everything you have, and more."

He placed his left hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist. "You will be learning hand-to-hand, various melee weapons with an emphasis on swords and knives, firearms, and for those interested, I will be giving private lessons with the axe. You will also be learning strategy and tactics, and will be facing off against many different types of nonhuman foes. Our goal is to make sure you have a chance of surviving, no matter what situation you happen to find yourself in."

Pointing to the door, the bozak's expression turned serious again, "If you feel that you can't handle this training at any point, the door is right there. We only want those who are serious about learning, and we won't put up with whining or half-assing. We also won't put up with any sort of discrimination based on age or sex, so be respectful to your fellow classmates, and to your instructors." He meant it, too.

"Classes will be Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays from 1600 to 1800, and mostly optional on Saturdays from 0900 to 1200. We'll let you know which Saturdays are required at least a day ahead. Questions?"

[Things to be covered!

Basics of hand-to-hand, proper knife and sword handling, and for those interested in axe, message me and we'll work out the private lessons. :3]

(After this)

Dean had got some sleep, and now he was lying out in the Impala after having some beer from the Drunken Dragon tavern. It helped a little.

Not really.

He sent a comm to Sam earlier when he was more awake saying where he was, and that it was true.

Apocalypse canceled. No more angel condoms, no more Michael, no more Lucifer. The Winchesters were free from destiny's hold.


...No more Earth.

They failed. He failed.

[bendytimed to soon after podpop, after this conversation with Katara]

It was a fairly normal reaction, when a new crew-member first learned about the sensoriums, to go and want to create something familiar, something from home. Haley was no exception. She had gone, and stood in the middle of the empty chamber for a bit, trying to decide what she wanted to make though, when to her surprise the mats and equipment of the old gym at VGA started to take shape around her.

Gymnastics was what she missed of home? Not f**king likely. Still, after her conversation with Katara, she did kind of feel like a round in the gym, and she could certainly use the work-out to help take her mind off things. Haley looked down and noted with surprise that she was wearing her standard training gear- a sports bra and cut off sweat pants, with guards on her hands for using the uneven bars. Where the hell had that freaky plant suit-ish thing gone? Haley tugged at the edge of the sports bra, and it snapped back into place as if it were made of real elastic. Huh. That was ... actually kind of cool. Well, she was all ready to go for some time on the uneven bars, so let's do it.

Haley stepped forward, dusting her hands in the familiar chalk bin, before launching herself up at the low bar. And around. And around. Now leap over to the high bar. And around. And around. She let herself get lost in the familiar motion, let the pull and stretch on her muscles sooth. Momentum built, as she went around, and around, and around.

Haley was so lost in what she was doing she didn't notice she'd left the door open a crack; anyone could just walk in.

Giles poked and prodded the glop he was apparently expected to consume as food.  He had a natural distrust of unfamiliar things like this, memories of the incident where they'd learned Riley was getting drugged food from the Initiative filtered into his mind. And anyway, it was terribly unappealing.  He wondered if this place even had a decent tea anywhere.

He was amazed at the array of beings already here, and he was always discovering someone or something new and strange. There were human sized creatures with spikes, possibly hedgehogs, like something out of one of those videogames the kids always played. There were robots or cyborgs.  There were many who appeared human but with certain differences from anyone he'd ever seen. There was a hawk a short distance down the table, making annoyed noises as it tried to scoop up beakfuls of the stuff.  There were also strange, centaur-like creatures that Giles would have sworn were demons back in his world. They didn't even have mouths and apparently ate by dipping their hooves in the substance.

There was a man Giles had been certain was Angel, but he'd explained he was FBI Agent Seeley Booth. Xander and Buffy had both apparently made the same mistake, according to the man. It was remarkable how two men could look so much alike.

"I hope this substance is safe, whatever it is."

"Well, there isn't much choice in the matter" Booth replied. "We complain all the time, but Stacy doesn't really care."

< Try having to eat it this way. >

"Who said that?"

< Me, the bird. It's a long story. Just say that I'm more complicated than I look.  Anyway, consider yourself fortunate. At least you have hands to hold a spoon.>

"I suppose so. I hope there is at least some tea somewhere."

"Possibly. Never really cared for the stuff myself. I'm a coffee man. They do have it, so there might be some around."

Giles glanced around, wondering if any of his friends would come in soon. If not, he planned on looking for them later, to further discuss that meeting idea of Buffy's.