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.

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.

Although she was the first to admit there were some interesting new crew mates, Samus had wasted too much time at the meet-and-greet. She had important business to attend to. Finding Sam was currently at the top of her list for more reasons than one. While she didn't care if her commanding officers approved of her methods, she did care whether or not they respected her as a professional. Sam's escape was a blow to her reputation. She would not allow his escape to completely destroy the trust she had earned as a member of ship security.

She set off on a comprehensive search of the ship, starting in a rather odd place: the vents. She had not chosen this beginning arbitrarily, however. She could move around them with surprising speed, and they gave her access to anywhere Sam could be hiding. Vents also provided extra stealth, a vital part of a successful search.

However, she was completely unaware that another crew member had also been crawling around up there...

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.

It was surprisingly easy for Mei Ling to find areas where she felt comfortable on this Good Ship Stacy. A little reluctant to explore the ship at first, Mei Ling was very glad that she did after discovering the Special Weapons Division of the ship.

She's currently seated at one of the tables in the laboratory. She has a set of tools lined up next to her and her communication ring in front of her. She had created a similar device, the Codec. She was fascinated by different aspects of the devices and was excited to find out how this ring operates.

She was so focused on her work she wouldn't notice anyone else entering the lab.

Snake has been on the ship a while now. He's done a pretty good job of casing the place out for his own mental map. Aside from a few places that he couldn't get to... needless to say, being smacked by tentacles isn't fun. He'd rather not repeat that too often. Though some may find his grumbled, "...ow," and small curses under his breath amusing.

But... he can't help it, he has to try to get into the restricted areas. Currently, Snake can be found looking for alternate access routes through Stacy.... even if that means some more smacks from the ship. After all, getting smacked by a tentacle is nothing compared to being shot at so he is being a tad adventurous in his searching.

For the newbies, there are people waiting for them in the Obs Deck. A whole gaggle of people. Behind them is the nasty statue, and the beautiful sight through the windows of the stars streaming past and the swirling vortex of collars that was interdimensional travel.

There are more questions than answers, but the crew is willing to help, especially the Command Staff and greeters.

[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... )