Since the announcement, Matt had done his best to clean up everything and prepare a pile of food. There were small sandwiches, various snack foods, chips and several bottles of soda. It was simple snack fair, but it was enough to give people reassurance that there was normal food within the lunacy ( Read more... )

Miku was a fairly religious young woman; you didn't go through life seeing the dead on a constant basis without needing, no, wanting, to put your faith in something. Unfortunately, Miku knew she'd been a little remiss in her duties to her family members. She sat in a small, created room in the sensoriums, a 10-mat tatami room with wood-barred ( Read more... )

Diana hadn't really seen much of Cassie since she'd gotten here and that had to be corrected. Diana had heard of the Sensorums being able to create any place, including a training grounds, which was pretty much her intent. Getting rusty was a bad thing ( Read more... )

Blink. Blink. Blinkity-blink ( Read more... )

"This is it," Samus said, plopping down two trays of slop for her new companions. She seemed to be giving two crew members a basic rundown of the ship, which in itself was not that odd. Senior crew members often explained the status quo to the newer ones. Perhaps not usually this in depth, but the act itself was not strange. There were, however, a ( Read more... )

Scout had been rather secretive after the mission, ditching the second meet and greet (who cared about those jerks anyway) to head straight to the crew lounge. It was empty, which was actually great for him. After all, he wanted a bit of quality alone time with some of the "souvenirs" he brought back from that Earth ( Read more... )

Of course, the task entrusted to our beloved heroes of the Meatcrew won't be easily accomplished. They're being watched. Small, robotic Arctic foxes, a product of Macrohard, studies the crew as they come through the portal. They watch the set up; they see them go into the realm of the Holiday Spirit, and leave in their flying cars to spread joy in ( Read more... )

The plantsuits and space age clothing are so warm they almost forget they're in an environment that's negative seventy degrees Fahrenheit, (-21 degrees C). This would likely explain the snowball fight right in the middle of the mission. The mission that they've all forgotten. Remember the mission, guys? The mission to revive the Spirit of Giving? ( Read more... )

Diana stared at the slop. She'd eaten this since she'd arrived but damn it was unappealing. She frowned, propping her chin on her hand as she leaned against the cafeteria table, alone, staring at the slop. Human food would be good. So would company.

[ uh, new thread is a new encounter? that's how i roll :D ]

All the while Hal was traversing the ship, the place that came closest to home for him was the Statuary. At least, a part of it did. He needed a clear head. He needed someone (someone he knew from back home) to tell him that he wasn't crazy ( Read more... )