Now she's decided she needs to go running, and with people constantly in and out of the sensorium, reliving old battles (Honestly she thinks do I go in there and recreate the bridge of the Basroil? No.), the halls seem like the best place. Simply put, the gravity's getting to her and she's afraid of being a burden to her team just because she spent almost all her life in half G.

So you can find Lafiel in the hallways, the walls flashing past her eyes in a monotonous display of throbbing meatiness as she jogs.

The floor, however, is uneven. She steps into a pothole and falls abruptly, followed by a string of curses in Baronh. She's sprained her ankle.

After bandaging herself up (too prideful to accept help from Stacy), she'll be at the mess hall, downing bowls of the bland, proteiny glop, because after a workout, you really don't care all that much about taste.

Find her in either place.

Mai's been bored (as usual) lately. The influx of new people hasn't helped, either. She doesn't like most people and being in large groups usually isn't her idea of fun, even if she doesn't let that show all the time. So, she's taken refuge in one of the Sensoriums. The setting is simple: a dirt ring, with targets set at various heights and distances around it. Almost all of them have been peppered with knives or bolts by this point (including a straw dummy). this one of the few things she truly enjoys. It clears her head, allows her to forget everything, and just move. Ty Lee would call it clearing her aura or some other nonsense. To Mai, it's just a way to relax and let out her frustrations.

She spins on one foot, ducks into a crouch and hurls another barrage of knives, the gratifying sound of knives thudding into wood meeting her ears. She stands calmly, folding her arms, allowing a small smile to grace her features. She wasn't out of practice yet and she didn't intend to be anytime soon.

There is an empty spot at a table. Completely and utterly empty. Everyone knows no one is sitting there and there's no obvious sign someone IS going to sit there.

That is until someone is suddenly THERE with no prior sign of being anywhere near there. In fact, not many may recognize him. He wasn't around for any of the pod popped meetings, and he certainly wasn't the same ninja who was a doctor. For one, this one had a hat and no lab coat. Also a bit shorter too.

Dark Smoke Puncher figured since people DID know he was here now, he might as well try to get to know the crew. If it really was a secret ninja battle royale, than at least he could get to know his opponents instead of getting jumped because it was harder to hide from ninjas.

People may notice that his glop that was called food was decreasing in volume, yet he never moved his mask. It was clear he was eating too as he stated, "dawg, this stuff is rank!" Really, he'd prefer his mom's 'famous stewed beats.'