I hope everyone will have a great time too and we'll finally get to play when I return. See you soon guys!

When at last the Prometheus reached its destination, David was given the order to wake the crew...so the real journey could finally begin. The blonde android followed his order, moving from chamber to chamber, initiating the sequence that would bring the crew back into consciousness after a very long sleep. Doctor Elizabeth Shaw was the first to be woken from cryo-stasis...and the first to experience the sensations and discomfort as her body and mind once more united as one. It had taken the young doctor many hours to stop herself from vomiting but her temperature remained sky high for quite some time after being woken. Her partner Charlie and the remaining members of the crew had begun to feel their bodies functioning at a normal state once more, but for Elizabeth...it seemed to be taking longer. Once everyone had changed into their new uniforms it was time to regain some strength and sustenance in the mess hall. Shaw was still in her quarters while everyone else began to make their way down the corridors. The auburn-haired woman brought one hand up to her forehead where a niggling headache was throbbing uncomfortably. She ran her fingers over her skin, frowning in thought. Was she supposed to remember her dreams? The images that had formed in her mind for over two years were still at the front of her mind...and certain images had been far from comforting. The whole sleep had felt like one long nightmare...not only had she relived memories with her father, she had felt the pain of his death, seen her mind's formulated version of what might happen upon reaching LV-223...and it had been...disturbing to say the least. "Ellie?" There was a voice outside the door, it belonged to Charlie, her partner. He was asking if she was alright, calling her out into the corridor. Taking a deep breath, Shaw moved to the door and walked with him to the mess hall to finally try and eat something. When the two moved to sit down at the long table with their food and drinks, Shaw glanced along the table, taking in the faces of the crew. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a tall, slender figure moving near the other side of the hall. Turning her head to have a proper look, her hazel eyes were met with vivid blue orbs. Shaw remembered exactly who those eyes belonged to...how could she ever forget Meredith Vickers?

Vickers reclined further into her immaculate, white chair, one long leg crossing over the other as she swiveled to the side and glanced at the background behind her; the field of flowing wheat was oddly peaceful to look at, which she did while waiting for the other in the room to do as he was told.