What exactly had happened, Mordin Solus wasn't sure. What he did know was that he had been working in Contagion and the next he was. . .here. In one of the numerous nondescript corridors that ambled throughout the ship. With a quick glance up and down, and seeing no one, he hurried off down the way, checking his omnitool. Naturally, the date and time settings were completely useless, displaying something arbitrary from his home universe that had no bearing on what was actually happening here onboard Stacy. How long had been gone? Why? What had happened in his absence? Hopefully he'd find some answers to such things. Of course, he was rather so heavily engaged in hurrying along the corridor and typing a message into his omnitool that he didn't notice some poor unfortunate coming the other direction and collided with them in a tangle of limbs and unfortunate happenstance. He sits up, rubbing at his head sheepishly.

"Apologies. Wasn't looking where I was going. Hope you're alright?"

[OOC: First person to reply gets to literally bump into the good doctor; anyone else feel free to meet him in his busy hurryings through the corridors. ]

Less than an hour after the ship leaves Agrestic's orbit, an announcement is broadcast throughout Stacy.

|| Attention, crew. Your crewmates, Howard Bassem and Charles Merriman, have been apprehended attempting to desert. They will now be given Punishment. According to established guidelines, you are all requested to report to the Observation to witness the Punishment. Attendance is not mandatory, but highly suggested. This will serve as a reminder of the consequences of treason and desertion. ||

On the observation deck, Archon Yavek, Archite Rekkti, two other Daligig and a handful of Kessek soldiers stand outside a spherical force field. Inside the bubble, Orc and Howard are suspended by tentacles looping around their wrists. Orc's ceased thrashing around and struggling against his restraints; rust-colored fissures have developed around his shoulders and forearms from the strain, but now he simply hangs there, looking defeated. Howard's nose is bleeding, and every time a drop falls to the bottom of the forcefield there's a small sizzle. He's weeping and begging the Daligig with every plea possible, but they act as if they aren't listening. Instead, they wait for an audience.

"Winry?"

Hiccup went and poked around where she worked, as he had more than once before.

He'd seen the plans, and ultimately opted for a very plain design, something easy to repair. Simple or not, though, the automail mechanic was making sure every meticulous detail was right. Day after day, he'd popped his head in, and day after day, she'd still been working. At times, he even got to learn a few things as she worked. Sometimes he just watched silently, maybe asking a question or two to break the silence.

Today, though...

"It is done yet?"

Is it? Is it?

Mordin had been, as usual, doing his research. And now that research was being put into action. The ship had vast supplies of antibiotics and other medical supplies, but, practical as ever, Mordin had decided to act and move towards making sure that should the supply ever become impaired, he would be prepared. The salarian had tested plants from the Hydroponics Bay and made a few purchases whilst on shore leave; having cleared a patch of land near the river in the city he was now planting an herbal garden. Various plants with medicinal properties ranging from anti-biotic to nausea prevention were arranged in pots near-by as the doctor knelt on the dirt, trowel in hand.

Mordin went to work with an industrious will, humming quietly as he worked. Dig a hole, remove the plant from the pot, put plant in appropriate hole, mound up the loose earth and a sprinkle of water from watering can, continue. He'd have to get a fence up next to make sure people didn't trample all over the plants. For now though, there's nothing stopping anybody from walking right up the doctor and his hard work.

Luis had done a good job fixing Kang up on the fly, when he'd been rushed to the medbay by Ben. But that was the thing: the cast and bindings were temporary. And, he was fine with that. He knew that others on the ship had gotten more badly injured than himself, and that the doctors needed to work on them first.

He waited a day or so before stopping by the medbay again, figuring that the worst cases were dealt with by then; if not, he'd just come back later. The makeshift cast and bindings would be fine for another day or so, and he could deal with the pain. He'd dealt with worse before.

Any other day, maybe, the Doctor might be wandering the ship, looking for something interesting to pull apart or poke his nose into. He still hasn't had a chance to inspect the brain of the ship, after all, and there's that great big city he'd like to explore as well...

But right now, he'd rather not. He's tired and annoyed, and any place he could wander, it wouldn't be far enough. So instead, the Doctor has sprawled on his back, halfway upside down, on one of the couches on the Obs Deck. It seemed as good a place as any to sit still for a while - maybe not the place to go if he wanted to be alone, but he'll take company over quiet just now.

He doesn't actually seem to be paying attention to anyone who might be in the room, though. Instead, he's playing with an unidentifiable bit of patched-together technology - it's got buttons and flashy lights and a little dish and there is absolutely no outward indication of what it actually does. It's... entirely possible it's not meant to do anything, at least at the moment; he just wanted something to do with his hands, though someone to talk to (or talk at) would undoubtedly be a better distraction.

It was a freaking gorgeous day out on Zokez II, and even though it was all islands, there was some open road. Dean did a last check over on the Impala, making sure everything looked good.

He then yelled to the others, "Come on, we're burning daylight here, let's go."

[bendytimed to directly after this thread]

It was the oddest sensation, nothing like entering hyperspace- nothing like anything Tycho had ever felt before, really. But one moment, they were sitting in the corridor, the next moment the world seemed to close in around them and suddenly, Tycho was sitting on the floor in the medbay. His ears popped, and he shook his head to try to clear it before taking in their surroundings. Tycho practically sagged in relief- well more than he was already sagging, anyway. He honestly wasn't sure he could have made the walk all the way to the medbay on his own power. "Thanks, Rhiow," he rasped, "you're a real life-saver." Best to not think if that was merely rhetorical or not. The slashes weren't that bad, they just weren't, but he had been bleeding for a while ... Gingerly, Tycho tried to push himself up, intending on looking for something he could use as a bandage- he had to take his hand off his chest to do so, pushing on the floor, and almost slipped on his own blood. "Sithspawn," he hissed, as his chest knocked against his knees. The whole front of his orange flight suit was soaked with blood now, but Tycho didn't pay it any attention. Gritting his teeth, he tried to stand again, this time even more carefully.

Mordin, after his reunion with his crewmates, those who remembered and those who didn't, had headed immediately for the scientific lab aboard Stacy. He was a scientist, after all, and he needed to be able to find someplace to do his work. He had been surprised by the extent of the facilities, and by their strange biological set up. Of course, he thought, shouldn't have been. Rest of the ship is biological in nature. The salarian had claimed himself a table by clearing away some of the other things laying around and was busily going over some of the data he had collected so far, including a few samples he had pulled from the plantsuit he had discarded as soon as he had found his armor. It was all quite fascinating, really. And everything he learned would put him one step closer to vengeance for all the lives the Ohm had so callously destroyed.

That whole universe destroying business bothered him, despite his fairly even outward demeanor. He was a doctor, after all. Sworn to help preserve life. Not that that stopped him from killing when it was needed, of course, but the wholesale destruction of entire galaxies bothered him. Even a little more so because of his own role in reducing a species to near extinction. But that wasn't relevant anymore, was it? They had more important things to focus on. And so Mordin returned to his scope, studying the plantsuit with interest.

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. New crew-mates might see a green-skinned alien and snake 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.]

[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | 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... )