Cybil is currently talking with Jaime Reyes about the possibility of hacking the ship's systems. Just a normal day on the meatship, a normal conversation in one of the cold zones, where there are no working sensors, about getting the hell OFF the ship, or turning the big bitch around.

"Do you think we could have our resident tech nerds build something to bridge the gap from technological to the more organic parts of her systems?"

Ax had escaped the Controllers on board. Brainy had not been so lucky. Neither had Sam and Tim. And who knew how many others on board had Yeerks wrapped around their brains, controlling their every movement, pretending that everything was normal until the time came to strike.

Who do you trust, podlings?

The Master waits somewhere between three and four hours for Brainiac-5 to vacate the Medical Wing before setting up shop himself. He takes a free station (okay, so that may not be entirely unused...) and uncerimoniously dumps on it an assortment of the tools he's picked from the weapons lockers. Nothing heavy duty, he's mostly picked multitools and anything with enough internal components to cannibalise into something more useful.

Pulling up a chair and propping a pair of goggles on his forehead, he sets about looking for something to strip the equipment with.

((ooc: Open post, feel free to pester him.))

Nothing here was as Sparhawk expected. Mind you, since he hadn't expected to wake up naked and covered in slime, his expectations were already shattered.

Meeting his fellow podmates had also been an unsettling experience for the hard bitten knight. This Stacey seemed to have more power than Bhelliom, if it could pluck people from distant worlds to do her bidding. Aiding a cause was not a new idea to Sparhawk, but he vaguely resented the fact that others with more pressing concerns (i.e Zuko), could be snatched away. 

Having had enough of socialising and not talking about the weather, Sparhawk had left the main room and gone off on his own. He had it in mind to try and find his armour, since the jumpsuit was making his skin crawl.

Which is why Sparhawk could be found in a corridor, working his way down it, and poking the wall with one finger as he goes. There's got to be wood around here somewhere, hasn't there?

It was time to get a little more organized, share some information with each other. She had a talk with that bigface kid, Jaime, to see if he could do anything to shield them from Stacy's prying eyes and he said he had a few ideas, so a meeting place was chosen, and it was time to gather.

Cybil had a good authoritative, shouting voice.

"Everyone, listen up! We're meeting down in the city near that big tree. Grab whoever you see and get down there."

Indeed they were. People were starting to gather there.

[ooc: Instead of little subthreads, everyone post in one thread as people arrive. Try to keep the convo general, like everyone talking to each other, instead of devolving into private conversations.]

After the most recent pod-pop had been completed, Stacy began encouraging the crew towards the Obs Deck. They would be most effective if they were familiar with each other, and as the Jaime Reyes Incident had proved, leaving them to meet whenever they happened to cross paths was not effective.

Anyone who stepped into the Hub would be transported to the Obs Deck, no matter where they had intended to go. Those who had been exploring the City were verbally herded towards the Hub, although the energy tentacles did not make an appearance.

||Please report to the Obs Deck for Crew Introductions.||

The Obs Deck hadn't changed very much since they'd last been there. The creepy sculpture was still present, as were the fleshy couches. However, the couches were arranged in a more obvious circle this time.

Come and meet the new -- and in some cases, weirder -- members of your crew.

Last time she saw artwork was down on the city levels. Now Kate was jogging around where she could in between being schlooped to different locations by the ship. This time she was around one of the top levels, and found herself in the art hall after jogging along the lit up pusticles leading the way to it.

She came to a stop, and stared around. These paintings were seriously creepy, and what's with the sculpture?

OOC: ATTENTION: For Kate, Nathan and Xander's EPs, if it's on the first page, or even if it isn't, it's OPEN to any and all tags. Time doesn't matter. They all need to meet more people.)

The Doctor, true to form and quite negating his earlier plans to keep a low profile, had decided to explore the city on his own. Also true to form, he was gawking like a natural born tourist fresh off the farm.

Well, if guys fresh off the farm kept up running commentary under their breaths about every single culture they recognized. And if they recognized quite a few, had an apparent habit of internal monologue, and occasionally ran over to point a buzzing little blue stick at seemingly random objects.

He was completely fascinated.

He was also bound and determined to get to the bottom of all this mess and get his TARDIS back. Now.

Ooh, look at that!

||Pod Release Protocols Initating.||

Again. But this was a separate release. And now there were people to announce pod releases to.

Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.