As the battle raged outside, those remaining aboard Stacy had their hands full preparing for the incoming flood of refugees.

Positioned near the Bleed-Gate orbiting Lirath, Stacy stood ready to receive the refugees. Ship after ship ascended as quickly as they could, some of them making a break for the Bleed-Gate itself while the smaller ships were forced to dock at Stacy, unloading their cargo of refugees before setting off again for the planet's surface again to take on more passengers.

Several small units of GIA soldiers were also sent up to help the Transmigration crew take in the massive amount of refugees, many of whom were tired, wounded, and scared. It wouldn't take long for the ship to begin filling with people.

With the battle raging outside, and the Ohm clambering outside, trying to get in, it would be a tall order to keep all of the refugees safe and calm, but the crew didn't have much choice.

[ooc: Open!]

Allenby lay on her cot, tapping her feet on the wall. She was--well she wasn't exactly happy to be in here, but she wasn't mad about it either. She'd cooled off, and for the past however-long had been picking apart how badly thought through her idea was. Mainly because it hadn't been thought through at all.

She'd done something dumb and so she supposed this was only fair, though she was still pretty pissed that Command seemed to think she was completely in the wrong for getting upset after a whole lot of silence from them about the away team. Thirty damn people were down there; did they think nobody would want to do something?!

And she was even more pissed that they'd gone and mothballed her Gundam until she kissed up to Trudy, promising to be a good girl, sit up straight, and never question her again... or whatever would satisfy her, which was the main problem occupying her thoughts right now.

Well, at least Alan Turing was being taken care of.

[ooc: This is a general log for anyone in the brig who wants to interact with each other--prisoners, staff, or visitors. You don't necessarily have to talk to Allenby; feel free to set up your own stuff. o/ ]

So the captain and Trudy and... okay a lot of people had started yelling not to do this on the comm. People had also started talking calmly and reasonably, which was worse. Well, they could protest all they want--until they started doing something, Allenby was going to go ahead with her plan.

Admittedly? She was having some real second thoughts about this. But anything was better than sitting uselessly in orbit while god-knew-what was happening to her friends down on Galilee. Zouichi, Jr., Sakura, Zetta... not to mention everyone else down there! It was a big group of people! That would make getting them out complicated, but if the Galileeans had such great technology, they were sure to have some kind of spacecraft able to hold that many people.

She also had a feeling that this was the sort of plan Domon would come up with if he was around. There were enough people who'd replied that could help her out, and she was sure the crew on the surface was smart enough that they could make contact once things started getting hairy. Allenby wasn't going to let herself doubt. She just focused on her tools and looked up repeatedly to see if anyone was coming as she continued modifying the X-Wing into a platform.

[ooc: So there will be two subthreads: one for people helping out and one for the subsequent intervention and yelling-at. Feel free to tag Allenby separately or join in on a conversation!]

Before Nanaki finally visited Hydroponics, he wanted to check out the rest of the ship - mainly to make sure if he could find any other places that sounded as nice. The city hadn't been too bad; if anything, the park was peaceful enough. But just as he expected, nothing came close to the earthy, planety feeling that he sensed immediately upon entering Hydroponics. To him, everywhere else on Stacy, while tolerable, still felt like he was living inside the belly of an animal (which wasn't too far from his actual situation), which irritated and dried out his nose. He had to get used to this, he figured, but for now he wanted to sit and think, resting somewhere comfortably.

Before he did that, he took it upon himself to take a look around, moving, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly, through the vast area. He spotted some of the wildlife, took note of the different sorts of trees and plants that lived there - some of them he'd never seen before, so every once in a while he would pause, taking a closer look at something.

He finally took refuge underneath a tree, stretching out and lying against the base. Silently, Nanaki watched the others passing through, wondering how those he'd met so far were faring on their new "home."

Vivio had heard about the whole clone mess earlier, but tried her best to ignore it. She couldn't bear to think of what would of happened if she had joined up with the rest of them.

Then again, she knew what would happen - her mamas would have tore the planet apart in retaliation.

Trying to get her mind off of what was going on, she figured getting some sleep would do wonders. However, the dream she had would make that impossible...

Lost in a strange complex of sorts, Vivio had met a younger Nanoha and, thanks to recent events, kept calling her "Nanoha-mama". Instead, the girl was left more than a little stunned, especially when the Vivio that Nanoha knew appeared. After discussing their oddness, Vivio had revealed everything about the Ohm and came to the realization that she and those people where she was could help. They could save the universe together!

But, it wasn't meant to be. She was told that the worlds being destroyed were part of their destiny and there was nothing they could do to save them. This was mere moments before she was sent back...

...and she woke up.

A good hour later, Vivio was wandering the City streets, parts of the dream still on her mind. The biggest one was that it was the world's destiny to be destroyed by the Ohm. But, that was a dream, right? Dreams was just silly things that happened while she slept.

If that was the case, why was she bothered by this?

(OoC: I had Vivio participate in planeocracy's Fourth Wall event and thanks to the rules of that game, what happened was pretty much a dream to her.)

The crew had retrieved the Tapestry without any real problems, but much of the information that had been revealed to them in the process weighed heavily on their minds.

The war would soon get bigger than any of them could ever imagine.

Still, there was work to be done. Namely, getting the Tapestry to where it needed to go. The whole affair with that was thankfully rather simple. Stacy guided them to bring the ancient device to Sensorium 7. Upon arrival, the room was set to resemble an endless white room. The Tapestry seemed to know exactly where it was needed, as it floated directly to (where the crew assumed was) the center of Sensorium 7.

Suddenly, Stacy spoke up across the ship.

||Attention crew: The device known as the Tapestry has been permanently set up in Sensorium 7. Volunteers are requested to come down and begin researching the device. All crew members are free to enter Sensorium 7 and interact with the Tapestry. Please remember to record all interactions with the Tapestry for research purposes. That is all.||

Have at it, meatship.

[OOC: Check here for setting descriptions and rules for interacting with the Tapestry]

It was just another beautiful day in Jump City. The summer had come and the kids were out of school running about having fun the way kids should.

And Beastboy was seated comfortably with some prime seats at baseball game watching an odd mish mash of lower tier criminals challenging the Titans to a baseball game. It had been one of their more silly adventures. But everyone in the stands had been suckered into wearing mind controlling hats and so the Titans had to win or the villains would bring the fans out of the stands to attack the Titans, and mind control or not there was no way the Titans would fight honest hardworking citizens.

So Beastboy kicked back and sucked another one of his alien sodas.

Originally the day had started very differently for Beastboy. He had found himself mildly depressed that his memories of Jump City were apparently no longer sufficiently detailed and that certain locations felt oddly off. Like Stacy had used his memories as a jumping off point and just created the rest as best she could.

But then a brilliant idea had struck him. Back on "The Planet of the swap meet" as Beastboy had called it they had made copies of his memories to sell, and he himself had a set of the copies. Using these he had spent the day reliving some of his favorites. So far he'd watched himself calm and befriend the brothers Thunder and Lightning, Meeting Terra and the subsequent adventures to follow, and now he was picking at random.

He'd yet to have been disappointing by his performance in these memories.

"Maybe after the game I'll rewatch the Japan adventure." He thought out loud as the game began.

With Celena and Aibghalien's help, Thom looked better than he had since he'd arrived on the ship. The dark circles under his eyes weren't as pronounced, and his fever had cooled slightly.

But there was still a long way to go before he had his Gift under control again, and Roger's magic still raved at the back of his mind, pressing on his temper. He had taken to the less used parts of the ship, trying to keep himself away from any people who might try his patience.

Hydroponics remained his favorite spot for meditation, near Alastirra's garden. He and the draenei had formed a cautious friendship of sorts - the kind where they mostly left each other alone, with the occasional conversation about magical theories between their disciplines. More often than not, Thom spent his time in deep meditation, dropped into his center of magic and slowly pulling his and Roger's magic away from each other.

Sweat dripped down his forehead as he worked, and suddenly he jumped up from his customary seat on a stump and whirled around, throwing out his hand. A ball of orange flame leapt from his fingertips and scorched a blackened groove in the wood.

"Damn."

"Phillip."

The communication with Hoshi alerted Phillip instantly as memories of the encounter flooded in. Assessing the situation immediately, he rected.

"Ah," said Phillip, shutting his book as the connection kicked in. "They'll need cover fire, so let's give it to them. LunaTrigger should suffice." He clicked his Memory. LUNA!

Swinging his arm across his side, he proclaimed, "Henshin." And slotted the Luna Memory into his DoubleDriver. It vanished in a sparkle of yellow 0s and 1s and with a boneless flop, fell over unconscious.

In the middle of the city.

(ooc: he's truly unconscious. No amount of manhandling will wake him. have fun.)

Ben had fuelled upon smoothies and he was truly bored for the point being. So he was dialling through the Ultimatrix when he began to shift to different ones. It was here that he noticed something rather SUPER in his rotation.

"He-llo what is THIS? I had forgotten I had it."

In a flash of light, Ben stood there, taller, muscular, not quite as massive as the original but somewhere on the path towards becoming Ben 10,000. He smirked down at himself, patting his black outfit that came with it. It had been a long time since he checked playlist five, but he had forgotten that he had a scan of Kryptonian DNA.

"Now this I like."

And he hovered into the air.

"WHOA! Okay, make that REALLY LOVE."

The setting was a large, elegant ballroom, punctuated by great stone arches and pillars, its ceiling an immense starry window through which anyone who cared to could look up and see a full moon, bright gold and immense against the night sky.

Waiters scurried about with food and drink for those who chose not to dance, but the main attraction was the brightly lit marble dance floor, upon which couples were engaged in a sprightly waltz. Laughter bubbled up through the air, the sounds of genuine delight from those who chose to seize the moment.

Watching from the top of the stairs was a tall, red-haired woman in black and green; she was without a partner, but didn't seem to mind. Overheard, a lone shooting star shot across the sky.

[ooc: Feel free to go wild here! You don't even have to talk to Midna if you don't have to, but give me a sign if you do :) ]

Sandy liked it in the city.

With everything so closed and cramped in the halls and the different areas of the ship nothing felt quite as open and free to her as running through the city.

It seemed to go on forever, and if she wasn't careful she'd find herself lost for who knows how long.

She had figured out a way past that though, between chalk and paint she had picked up on the last planet she was sure she could leave markers in places that would help her find her way back.

And so she traveled, running and jumping, up stairs and jumping from roof to roof or back down through the streets and buildings.

The Tower of High Sorcery didn't look much different these days from a distance, but up close the wizard's efforts showed.

The gates stood permanently open, now, but an obvious sign cautioned all visitors not to enter the cordoned-off areas. A magic mouth repeated those instructions, firmly but politely, to those who might not bother with reading in their haste to explore. Inside, Aibghalien had carefully cordoned every door, archway, or passage where spells would act against nonmagical sorts in any way. Still, that left a large area in the courtyard, the inner halls, and a large audience chamber where people could safely travel.

It was in the latter chamber that the wizard stood, pondering a lunar calendar that depicted the motions of three moons across the sky and their phases in exquisite detail.

After typing up her message, Sasami sat back at her little counter and waited to see who would come up to see her and have a meal or two.

Between finding out that most of the stuff in her restaurant wasn't useful, the attack by KAIN and the subsequent reveal of her true self and the slight relaxation moment after getting everything on XaXing, Sasami hadn't had the time to open up her shop. Now, after all that time, Sasami finally had a moment to finish up and open up the newly-christened First Tree Cafe. If anything, she wanted a place to show off her cooking skills and give some of the crew some good meals here and there. Hopefully, those who aided her recently would come back to keep helping her.

As of now, all Sasami could do is sit and wait...

The tapping of feet on the city streets slowed to a halt as Negi, or rather "Nagi" Springfield slowed to a halt, breathing a little heavy. He had gone out for a run, and had shut off his magic for about a couple of hours so that he could get a bit of a normal workout in.

He hadn't counted on how hard it was to do the things he did without his magic. Certainly he had a really good sense of what his body was capable of without it since the last time he shut off his magic, but this was just ridiculous. He wasn't painfully out of shape but his endurance had been effectively cut to a tenth of what it was supposed to be.

Checking his wrist, the black line was gradually easing off, a sign that the seal was beginning to diminish. Patting his forehead with the towel that he had brought, he took a drink of water from the bottle he had managed to make up before heading out.

"Well Nagi old boy, you've really gotten to the point you're officially bored," remarked Negi to the air as he leaned against a wall.

It seemed like any other day. Ren grabbed Darkwing’s mirror and headed off to the Sensoriums to fight. No particular reason—he never needed one. Without thinking twice about it, he set up a battle against a swarm of Hydragoons--not an overwhelming swarm, but just enough for a good challenge. There was just one little problem.

He’d never seen a Hydragoon before. Not in the time he’d originally come from.

Without even taking out the Survive card, Ren held out his deck and shouted, “Henshin!” immediately transforming into Survive Form. Beside him, Darkwing changed forms to Darkraider; if the Contract Monster found anything strange about the situation, it wasn’t letting Ren know. Instead, it flew overhead, attacking the Hydragoons in the air while Ren pulled out his sword and ran toward the ones nearest the ground.

(OOC: Due to the wibbly-wobbly timey-wimey that is Kamen Rider Ryuki, Ren is currently reliving different iterations of the canon, currently the movie, Episode Final. He isn’t yet physically de-aging, but his memories of the events of the series have been overwritten with events of the movie. The effects of the Melting Clock will not be obvious for a little while)

So with Stacy's credits, as well as a sell or two of his memories (he found the idea so weird initially, but after thinking about it, he somewhat warmed up to the idea, offering a few of his most beloved but not too serious or personal memories), Snow had finally begun his journey. His journey with Serah to browse around and buy her anything she wanted. He had no idea how often the ship and her crew made stops like this, much less stops on planets with so many things ripe for the buying, so figured he'd play it safe and go all out to spend everything he had.

Snow and Serah could be seen moving about together hand in hand, stopping at this stall and that one to see what they had to offer. Clothes? Trinkets? Random things that Serah thought were cute? Every thing she'd show an interest in would get the same question from Snow: "You want it?" And though the two looked absolutely content in each other's company, they also had a more than open air about them if they spotted any new or familiar faces in the crowds.



[ooc: feel free to run into them at any ol' made up stall!]

As you enter the Sensorium today you find a most peculiar sight.

A large black wall with a 8-bit logo reading "Monsters and Mazes"

And two simple words.

"Start Game."

Upon choosing this a new menu appears showing a series of options:

Fighter
Paladin
Hunter
Rogue
Wizard
Cleric
Bard

What to do what to do?

Choosing two memories wasn't that hard. He made an effort, before the procedure, not to think of Sha're at all, Abydos, his parents or the SGC, and if weren't for the fact that he had time to prepare beforehand, it would've been a lot harder than it looked. Daniel focused on something safe, purely physical or emotional. Something that wasn't too personal or specific about their missions or the Stargate.

Guide said anything would do, so, he was getting... anything.

The first was how it felt just to touch a hundred years old manuscript, mostly the texture and smell. Daniel felt bad about pulling that one. Talk about a cop out. Even if he had to be careful, that was cheap. The archaeologist tried to make it up on the second one. He gave him the memory of how he'd felt on his first time entering a tomb, how the air had felt (cold) , how it had smelled (musty and dank), just how utterly black it had been (very black), the excitement and tension that had run through him, and more importantly the sense that there was something down there just waiting to be uncovered.

It seemed to do the trick, because Guide cheerfully shuffled away with two copied memories. Although not before he tried to sell him tours to the best restaurants.

Daniel found himself inside the library and already short of a chunk of credits. They'd charged admission, then charged him just to use a tiny pad of paper, the kind that would've been free back home, then for the stub of what was their version of a pencil (he wasn't even going to keep it!), and then charged him just to point out where the subject catalogs were. Oh, and then he'd been charged just to use the desk.

He was surprised they didn't try to charge him for the air he breathed. Maybe that was going to show up when he tried to leave.

Despite this, Daniel trundled happily around the shelves, feeling more at home than he had in awhile. Nothing shooting at them, no pressure to find technology for military use, just this. Books, as far as he could see. He'd been on a number of planets already, seen so much, but still, nothing quite beat a good library.

It even had that old yellowed book smell.

In the back of her cell Azula slumped against the wall. Between the pale exhausted look on her face and the empty eyes gazing at the transparent wall of her cell she looked dead to the world.

She knew something was wrong with her. That much was painfully clear no matter how much she wanted to believe otherwise. But she wasn't crazy! No. Never. Not the Princess of the Fire Nation, not the rightful heir to the throne.

She was just...sick. Yes. She had caught something. Like when a fever got too strong or when one drank too much wine.

No, she had been infected! That had to be it. That's when things began to go downhill. Mai must have had some kind of poison on her knives, or maybe the servants back at the palace...

The palace was gone. That's what everyone kept telling her. The fire nation, the world was gone.

Her father was gone...

She hadn't seen her father since he left to complete his destiny and take over the world. Only through what Zuko and the Doctors had told her did she know his fate. A war criminal.

His powers stripped...just a man now.

She still could create fire for now. But what if the Avatar tried to take it from her like he had her father?

What else could they take?

Images flashing through her mind. Medications, procedures. Those unsettling tentacles that belonged to the voice in her head, the world around her. "Stacy" How dare she speak in such a kind an loving voice? Azula knew better. Azula knew what sort of damage love could bring.

What was the voice plotting to do to her while it spoke so sweetly? Her mind? Not if she had any say! And why shouldn't she!? She is Princess Azula! From Birth her destiny was perfection and greatness. The heavens above had sent to the planet the perfect girl, born to the man destined to rule the world.

...or so they'd thought.

But he was gone, they were gone the world was gone! Azula too...must be gone.

Yes, that made more sense didn't it? Azula had died...no was killed. MURDERED! Murdered by those so called "Doctors" that had promised they wouldn't hurt her. That they only wanted to help her! Zuko probably gave them the order! Kill her so he wouldn't have to worry anymore about the only loyal family their Father had left.

Father...

These thoughts and more swirled about in her fractured mind but her body never moved, barely blinked. You couldn't even really tell she was breathing.

This was all that was left, of the Proud Princess Azula.