At the Garibah tree, something unusual was happening. For one thing, Marco had decided to visit, and he never bothered with the tree unless he needed to talk to Ax or Tobias. For another thing, Marco had a rather odd object with him.

Somehow, Marco had managed to find a birdie perch. And not just any birdie perch. It was quite possibly the most ridiculous birdie perch in the history of the multiverse. And Marco was currently dragging it over to a spot near the tree that had relatively less grass, and setting it up.

Standing the birdie perch up straight, Marco then took out a hammer and four very, very long nails which he had also managed to find, and sat down next to the perch and began hammering each nail around the base of the perch. Which should at least keep it from moving around or getting knocked over. Sure, it wasn't so study that it couldn't be dislodged with some actual effort, like say, Tobias morphing polar bear and running over it in an angry rampage. But really, Tobias should realise that not removing the birdie perch was in his best interests. Because if that happened, Marco would then be forced to go and find one that was even uglier.

When he was finished, Marco stood up and surveyed his handiwork with a smirk on his face.

Sokka had found himself an open spot in the city that seemed it would do perfectly for what he needed it for, and then set to work. He laid his weapons out in the grass and sat, considering them. Sword, spear, knife, war club, boomerang, shotgun, and a newly acquired semi-automatic handgun. He let his hands drift over them a moment before he picked up the spear. It had been a bit too long since he'd really practiced with that, best to stay sharp and focused. He raised the weapon into a guard and set off into a series of lunges, thrusts, parries, and ripostes; advances and retreats against an imaginary opponent. The young man ended with a final thrust, then dropped the weapon back onto the grass, taking in a few deep breaths before picking up his boomerang and jamming it into his belt, then drew his sword. This was good.

When he practiced he didn't have to think about anything. Not Katara and her willing submergence into a strange and foreign culture. Not Aang and the Nightmare King. Not Kelly and...whatever was going on with her. Just the sword and the footwork. He slid forwards into a neat lunge, dropped and turned it into a down downwards slash before it merged into a rising jab with the point, mind focused solely on remembering everything he had been taught. Probably why he didn't hear anyone who approached.

Mal wandered out of the place where Serenity was being kept, determined to get some change of scenery besides that of the walls of his ship or fancy parties being put on by his mechanic.

He kept going, until he left the bays behind, and returned to the main part of the ship, where the sensoriums and such were. He had no real destination in mind, but the sensoriums looked as good a place as any. Problem was, there was nothing in particular he wanted the place to turn into.

With Serenity there, there was no reason to bring up recreations of the ship, so that crossed that out. But then an idea came to him; he thought maybe he'd like a drink, so he thought about one of the many bars he'd been to in his travels and waited for the scene to materialize in front of him.

It wasn't long before he did, so he walked up to the bar, got the drink he wanted, and sat down in a quiet corner of the room. Maybe after a couple of drinks, he'd be feeling good enough to forget about the annoyance that was the nightmares that had been bothering him and everyone else lately. Maybe he'd even get Kaylee to stop worrying about him, if he started acting happier.

That seemed a little far-fetched, but hey, he figured anything could happen.

Slobo walked into the sensoriums, and the room became a true blank slate, a white empty void. He wasn't sure what he wanted. He just was angry. His general nightmares had been unchanged, though he was remembering them with more frequency now. The thought of his own failure and how easily he had been taken down by Darkseid, the thoughts of Dream-Lobo mocking him...

Right now, he just needed to vent. He focused for a moment, and a set of awkward looking drums made out of oil barrels and saw-blade cymbals appeared. He sat down, and furiously began a solo to a song that didn't exist.

Sometimes, you just need to hit things. And the noise was nice. He continued his beat, eyes closed, trying to replicate Neil Pert as best as he could, slowly getting into the rythm to "Roll the Bones". The beat covered the room, and with his eyes closed, it would be nearly impossible for him to notice someone walking in.

They had a lot of work to do, and not a lot of time to do it in. And not only did the lives of everyone in the crew depend on their success, but so did the lives of the millions of people in podsleep. And the billions of billions of people in the omniverse whose worlds were being threatened by the Ohm - maybe they were just one ship, but "for want of a nail," right?

Nanoha couldn't let everybody down. She had to finish all of her reports - it was frustrating not to be able to help Roxie more than she was - and make sure everyone was aware, she had to look through all the data to try and find a key point... and what's more, she knew that if she did it in the room she shared with Fate, the blonde girl would tell her she was overworking herself and make her stop.

She knew it was out of love, and that Fate was probably right, but she couldn't relax. Not yet. There'd be time for that once the King was defeated. So she sat up in the Obs Deck, watching the bleed as she carefully transcribed very meticulous notes. How long had it been since she'd slept? A day? Two? She'd lost track of time, moving around the ship.

So it wasn't long before even her willpower wasn't enough to overtake the exhaustion on her very human body, and her eyes fluttered closed. Anyone who came to the Obs Deck would find Nanoha seated in a corner, comm unit / information pad in her hands, slumped against the wall and sound asleep.