Hasn't it just been...so lovely and quiet on the ship? No constant jabbering and tinkering and sonick-y whinging and explosions and...no? Really? Well, that's a disappointment, it's probably been far more exciting on and off the ship than running around in an endless rat maze after...admittedly very delicious looking cheesecake.

He might have to visit the sensoriums at some point just for a vague sense of accomplishment. He's not a rat, he just likes a month or so of effort to be for some greater purpose or another...and at this point he's wiling to make that purpose 'cake' if it's between cake and 'purposefully wasting your time, sir'.

Anyway, that's about how his thoughts go when he's abruptly spit out of that endlessly looping maze and into one of Stacy's (almost vaguely now) familiar hallways. What comes out it much more to the point.

"--There wasn't even any cake!"

The Metacrisis Doctor is restless. That's not very unusual, really. He's often varying shades of restless or impatient, it's part of who he is, and it's not something that's gone away as a Metacrisis so much as it's changed shape. His restlessness and impatience was on a far grander scale than it is now, for instance. So far, he's managed to live a fairly domestic life with Rose in a home that doesn't move constrained usually to one planet. His old self would never be able to handle that, but sitting still and paying attention to things, or lazy Sunday afternoons drive him mad.

He's more restless than usual now. If he believes everything he's been told (and it's a stretch to say he does, but saying so) then his new universe, his life, even his Rose are gone, and the only hope of getting them back in one piece is finishing this mission. Yet the ship seems to stop as often as a luxury liner on a tourist show across the omniverse. Or something equally slow and aggravating.

He's spent far too long this time standing in the obs deck, glaring down the stars and willing them to start moving again. It's getting a bit ridiculous even for the man who's trying to stare down stars.

Eventually, he fled to the City. It's almost Earth-like, and to his dimmed (and somewhat desperate) senses, it reminds him of the home he's apparently got to retroactively save. If any of that is true. Which he hasn't really decided on yet.

For now, he sits under a tree, watches people pass, and waits for Stacy to start moving again.

Medieval World was one of the largest year-round renaissance faires in the multiverse.

Minstrels and bards wandered the streets, vendors sold ridiculously overpriced period clothing, jewelry, weapons, and turkey legs as big as a human's head, and the royal court mingled with the commoners. There were events everywhere: falconers, magicians, belly dancing, hypnotists, weapons competitions including swords, axes, maces, and bows, camel rides, Washing Well Wenches, fake jousting on wooden 'horses' suspended on ropes, and real jousting.

As was typical of these sorts of events, anachronicity was everywhere, as were patrons in all sorts of fantasy costumes.

Join in the fun!

[OOC: Add things if you want, and go for it!

Also, if anyone wants to win a flower for their lady from the Wenches, contact Shae for NPCing. >:3]

Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. Tag each other in groups of 2's, 3's, and 4's, to get some interaction to start with. If a thread doesn't already have 2 or 3 people tagged in, tag it with your character's podpop popping near the other people, rather than making a new subthread. 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.]


||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.

--

( There was nothing... )

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. They are also told they must read information about their current situation and a survival guide with their new omnicom. New crew-mates might see a tall dragonish guy with wings (but don't call him that) and purple girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

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

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]