Cassie deliberately kept away from Jonas and Nate. She needed to sort things out and seeing either one of them would just make it even harder. Now she just had to find her boyfriend. This could go two ways, either it would be really easy and he was keeping a close eye on her or this would be really hard and he was avoiding her. She was betting on the latter.

Now, if she were an android angsting over identity issues where would she be...

This would have been so much easier if she'd paid any attention to what the original Vision did whenever she visited the Avengers Mansion.

Red Snout was brooding. He'd gotten quite good at it over the last several days and today was no different. He had appropriated a sensorium room and was now sprawled in front of a simulation of his home. A dusty clearing near the edge of a wood that slowly turned into a sprawling grassland, a den sug into the side of a low hill. A breeze whispered through the trees over head and the faint sound of running water could be heard as well. The raptor himself was in front of the empty den. He laid there, tail curled slightly as he stared out into the trees.

Gone. All gone. Everything he had loved, protected and lived for. His world was quite literally shattered and there was nothing he could do about it. His chieftain, gone. His close companion and sometimes mate, gone. All of the little ones, the future of their people...gone. The thought was too painful to bear. So he hunkered lower in the dust and grass and stared listlessly off into the woods, hoping to somehow defeat this malaise that had settled on him over the past few days.

There was no other way of putting it. Mal Reynolds was in a terrible mood. Whether what he was doing fell under the category of sulking or mourning, he was just not dealing well with the supposed loss of everything and everyone he knew. He went through the motions of talking to a few people, asking them questions about Stacy and their purpose; he even managed to make friends with some of them. But regardless of how friendly he was with them, they couldn't fill the sudden void that had settled on him, making him feel like he was carrying a load of bricks.

So, retreating from the Obs deck, where he'd returned to after visiting a few locations on boarrd, he made his way to the Sensorium, seeking solace in a simulation of his ship Serenity. He wandered through the simulation until he found the room he was looking for: the dining area. Mal slowly walked over to the heavy wooden table, and sat down in one of the chairs, his mind reeling from the shock of finding himself on board the ship and everything he'd learned since arriving.

But, as he sat there totally lost in thought, his instincts, sharpened from wartime experiences and other dangers, warned him that someone else was in the room with him. Without bothering to turn around, he asked, "What do you want?"

It was a small space and the stone surfaces were polished to glittering. A long wormtooth was laid out, cut in thick sections, milk white gleaming as sun dappled the table through the carved skylights that send just enough streaming through at just the right angle to illuminate the table itself. Arha had been frowning at the sections for quite some time, but had finally decided to begin hollowing out a section for her practice lightsaber. She began this process carefully, like any craftsman would a piece of fine art. This was no crysknife, after all. It mattered little what sort of tool she had in her hand to do the actual carving, for she had asked for something that would allow her to carve and etch wormtooth and the Sensorium provided.
( within, these hands are working... )

She'd offered to show Mal Reynolds the way to the vehicle bay, and Nanoha was nothing if not a person of her word... but then again, she figured she ought to give Fate a bit of a tour too - and she certainly wasn't going to let her friend out of her sight if she could help it - so she'd decided to tackle both problems at once. Besides, it couldn't hurt to introduce some of the new arrivals to each other, right?

"You probably saw some of this when you came up from the Pod Caverns. There are five main levels in the Ship - the Living Area and the Observation Deck are at the top, then you have the City - which is where a lot of people settled in. Below that is Weapons and Possessions and the Armory, then the Pod Caverns, and below that the Hub. That's where we're going - you can get anywhere else on the ship from there."

Temperance had stood at the enterance of the sensorium for a few moments before the room suddenly flickered a few times and the labs from the Jeffersonian suddenly appeared before her.

Stepping inside found that she was holding her ID card, and her plant suit had suddenly taken on the more comforting look of her own clothes. Dark slacks, white blouse and sensible shoes. So much better than the clingy plant suit.

She ran her ID card through the security reader, climbed the small set of stairs and grabbed her lab coat which had been tossed over one of the chairs. Slipping it on she wondered why she was even there. Maybe it was to stop thinking about the possibility that her whole wold was lost and to keep busy.

It's not real, I'm going to wake up any minute and find that I was in an accident and have spent the last couple of months in a coma. It just doesn't make any sense, she thought with a bitter shake of her head.

Pulling on a pair of gloves, she leaned over the remains of a young man's skull that was the subject of whatever case Stacy had pulled from her mind. Since she couldn't organize the irrational situation she was in, she could at least keep herself busy with the skull.

She moved the pieces of the maxilar superior bone slowly around with her fingers until they were in order and applied a small bit of glue to a fragment she was holding and contined to slowly glue piece after small piece together.

When the last of the of those fragments had been glued together, Tempe gently placed it on the table and was reaching for another fragment of the skull when she realized someone was watching her.

"What do you want?" she asked barely lifting her gaze away from the tiny shards of bone.

The brothers were being methodical in their mourning; the loss of their world had a profound affect upon them the first moment they had heard it, but it had been absorbed. They were here to do the work of God. If God wanted to end their world, it was not their place to argue.

The loss of Ma and Da had been harder. Da, at least, might be in the pods. Ma, who knew? But even that had been taken in, accepted. The boys were quiet, but they weren't quite mourning.

They had taken up their usual places in the battle-worn Holy See, heads bowed and praying silently. They got up together, walked out together in unison, step for step.

The brothers had lost their world. They had strengthened their resolve. Now, they had nothing to lose.

Gaius' brief survey of his surroundings hadn't done a great deal to put him at ease. On top of this, he'd had a futile argument with Six regarding what the dangerous looking woman at the initial meeting had told him about 'broadcasting' some kind of signal. She was obviously unhappy with the way he had ignored her after meeting Arha, and when she was unhappy, she did whatever she could to keep him that way too.

And she was much more creative than he was.

So it was with a sense of dread that he marched back towards the observation deck after he had noted most people had found their ways into the strange corridors. He'd promised Captain Picard a private meeting, and he was both intrigued and frightened at the idea. His ego certainly responded to being the only one out of all those new arrivals to be extended such an offer, but the look that had passed across the Captain's face before he had made said offer was unnerving even in memory. Not to mention that Baltar had a terrible foreboding sense that he'd already signed himself up for more responsibility than he was comfortable with.

It seemed his lot in life, really.

He entered the now cleared deck, simultaneously hoping that the Captain was there, and wishing that he might have gotten impatient and left already.