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?

Javert had quite effectively ignored any suggestions of buddy systems, and was striding through the inner city alone. He recognized Notre Dame, and the Tower, odd amongst the alien city. But it was still a city, a structure he was most comfortable in. If he closed is eyes - which he wouldn' t- he might have imagined himself back in Paris. But it was quiet, too quiet, and none of the buildings or streets were the same.

He kept a sharp eye out, his guard up as usual, waiting for someone- or something- to jump out at him.

He stopped suddenly in front of a building. It was dirty, and older, and it managed to loom in the alien streets. An official-looking sign proclaimed it Le Prefecture de Police. He stared hard at it before opening the doors, and stepping inside. He walked through the halls and sat at his desk, exactly as he'd left it. He ran his hands over it, thoughtfully.

He spent about an hour there, sitting and soaking it in, remembering who sat where, and when. Eventually, he stood up. He went out to lean on the wall, as though he was waiting for someone, though even he wasn't sure who. He'd likely accept whoever wandered by as a substitute.