To be put blunty, Snake is sick of living walls to the point of being... actually sick. After puking his guts out in a hallway for the fifth time, he decides it's time for him to move down into the city.

Down in the city, he's been checking out a number of abandoned buildings. Well, abandoned might not be the right word, empty works better. In any event, they don't move. He seems to be checking for something defendable, given the recent events of people turning on one another, it couldn't hurt to be prepared. After a while, he finds an old brick building that catches his attention. He slipped inside to check it out. It looked like something our of the '30s but it could work for what he needed.

Even though he was fairly certain no one was inside, he still drew his weapon and cleared the building room by room.

Sawyer emerged from the Vatican the day after the Yeerk Battle--he'd been in the basilica, reclining on a pew with a bottle of Jack Daniels, a pack of Camels, and a copy of The Canterbury Tales when everything went down--and surveyed the damage. A few buildings had been riddled with bullets, there was a large pillar--the one that had been hurled at Ms. Marvel--laying shattered on the ground several hundred yards from where it had originated, and another boulder was blocking the entrance to one of the buildings.

"Well, hot damn, when the folks are away...," Sawyer commented, whistling at the wreck that had been wrought upon the City. "When you people throw a party you really throw a party...."

Daniel can never, ever, sit on his hands and do nothing. He guesses he kind of like Jack in that respect. But he tries not to think about that too much, it makes him miss his team. Sorely.

This time Daniel is working in the media library, he's searching the parts of the database he can access for something, anything, that could help figure out what, exactly, is going on. On his first research session, it did help narrow his search for answers as well as raise more. Currently he was crossefferencing everything he knew against... well, everything. He tried not to grow to distracted by some of the strange alien languages he came across in the database. But, Daniel being Daniel he ended up skimming through a couple. He took notes as he went then finally back on track, he spoke into his recorder again, "All right. I still can't isolate where this supposed damage to the database is. Hopefully someone else can have more luck with it than I can. Anyway!" He scrolled through more of the information, "There is little to no direct information on this enemy we're supposed to be facing. So I'm no focusing on indirect references. Civilizations fell or died out for no known reason."

Wags had decided to stay out of the fight entirely, need to follow the laws and follow the popular vote trumping wanting the Yeerk dead. He was presently sitting somewhere on the ship, guitar in hand, and singing his Garou heart out.

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Otacon had a problem. Well, a problem slightly more pressing than the sentient ship, aliens, multiverse, and--

...actually, it was a relatively small problem.

The engineer was going to need two things if he was staying here for an extended period of time: the more important of the two was his labcoat and by extension the assorted junk in the pockets of said labcoat. (The other was a bottle of brown hair dye, but that could wait).

He remembered confiscating a pack of cigarettes from the Snake in his timeline, and now the one he met here was looking for some. Of course, Otacon wouldn't give them up without a fight. Not to mention he could use the several different screwdrivers in the pockets of his coat as well.

And that brought him to the problem at hand...he was quite lost. Otacon hadn't yet realized, however, that due to either a streak of dumb luck or some twisted form of instinct he was exactly where he needed to be.

Another day, another podpop. The crew and command crew has gathered on Obs Deck to greet the newbs, but right now the atmosphere is tense. People are taking turns on rotations to alternately hunt for Sam--who'd been kept in prison during the trial to present his assassinating the Yeerk-- and guard said parasite so it can have a fair trial. The Jury is in recess, for the moment, but will be deciding the Yeerk's fate very soon. A bunch of new people thrown into the mix is tremendous complication.

Meanwhile, the newbies are waking up to a strange, new world, one unlike anything they may have ever seen before. In the Obs Deck, the light of stars--and parallel universes--streaks past in a sleek, transcendent sheet of multi-colored lights in the large, eye-like windows. (They're inside the eyes, looking out, it seems). The statue in the center of the room, going up the domed ceiling is intimidating--and seems to be looking at them.

The tension is palpable, though a few individuals are trying to cut through it with friendliness for the benefit of the scared and bewildered new people now waking up from their gooey slumber.

[ooc: Newbie Helpers List | Instructions: Post your character with one post establishing them as being podpopped. 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.

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( There was nothing... )