Li Shang is a very methodical man. He is conscientious and cautious, he is observant (just not enough to tell when a soldier is really a woman in men's clothing), and he knows not to just leap into things. Spontaneity is not really his strong suite.

So while Mulan had been talking to others on the ship and gathering information that way (all to be shared with him), Shang had been doing his own research. Asking questions of the ship-spirit, reading in the massive library-without-books. Shang has explored the ship itself (and of course, shared what he's found with her). He's listened to others speaking, watched them all.

After all, they had been thrown in a strange, otherworldly place, full of spirits and other spirit-creatures. From the start, there had been no telling how much of what they'd been told is actually true. He had wanted to determine some things on his own, make sure these strangers could be trusted, and just as much could be learned by watching and listening as asking. It was less likely for them to lie to them if they didn't know he had been listening in.

Between what he and Mulan have found, he thinks he has a solid understanding of the situation now. The grief he feels for the loss of his world--for the loss of China--that is something that had to be dealt with in private, as well. But now is a time for composure. Also, he doesn't quite trust what they've been told. Not yet.

However, the people in charge of this rather...disorganized group of individuals that calls itself a crew do seem trustworthy, and he has deigned it time to speak with them and see what he can offer to the crew.

For that reason, he walks into the Precinct, cape a-flarin', hand clutched regally on the hilt of his sword, and to the first person he sees there, he bows his head respectfully in greeting.

"Are you Commander Kirk? The ship-spirit directed me here when I asked to find him."

Sparhawk is feeling grouchy. Grouchier than usual, anyway. With the stirring of the Nightmare King, his dreams are haunting, recalling times that he thought were in the past. And this time, there is no Aphrael to chase away the specters.

Many think the Knight of the Church are fearless, and the Pandions most of all, but if they could have seen Sparhawk in the earlier hours of the morning, soaked with sweat, eyes wide with the memory of the Troll smashing him from the saddle, they would have realised that even Pandions fear.

They most certainly do not have to like it though.

With no-one to talk with about this, Sparhawk had to find his own way of dealing with things. Outside the house of worship that felt most like this own, Sparhawk is setting up a post, made from the remains of one of the wooden benches from the defense of the Vatican.

Satisfied that the post is a secure as he can make it, he kneels in a clatter of armor, and bows his head. It is in this position that anyone approaching will find him.

Tora had been pining..not for the fjords... well not completely anyway. But she had been pining for the good old days. he days of The Global Guardians and Justice League International. Things seemed so much happier then, so much more vibrant and full of life. Now things just seemed bleak and everyone was sad or tense.

Where were the days where Booster and Beetle used to hide J'onn's cookies? What happened to those times when Guy could be the sweetest man known to anyone, ever? Or even the days where they fought together as a team for what they knew in their hearts to be good and right?

Tora missed those times sorely, too much darkness and death had taken hold over them all, and for once she refused to let it damped her spirits. That was what had lead her here, to the Sensoriums, to this recreation of the League headquarters. It looked exactly as it had so many years before...even the colors had a sort of nostalgic quality to them.

In another moment the place bustled with the comings and goings of holographic versions of the members. Scott Free offered her a wide grin and wave as he wriggled in the latest contraption designed to be inescapable. Kimyo Hoshi was looking sternly at someone asking if she could change a light bulb on the second floor...apparently she did not find that funny at all. And Nathaniel Adam was sitting by himself sipping tea, his metallic skin glinting somewhat in the light of the lamp on the table beside him.

It wasn't really her past, but it made her feel a bit more at ease, especially seeing a certain emerald haired woman striding toward her arms open for a hug. "Bea!" Tora exclaimed and wrapped arms around her friend and nearly sister.

"Tora, you're late. I was going to have to fire up the Jacuzzi all by myself and you know how I hate to have cold champagne and hot bubbling water all to myself." Bea wagged an admonishing finger at her and looped an arm around her shoulder to guide the demigoddess to the hot tub. "Oh! Bea.... "Tora's hand went to cover her mouth in a moment of worry. "I don't have a swimming suit."

"Tora,honey...as if that's going to be a problem?" Fire threw her head back and laughed loudly, yes this place might not be real, but it was still accurate.

[[OOC: Possible R warning for dream content includes blood?]]

Sunlight pooled across the ivory tiles and she sat, dressed in black Bene Gesserit garb, her long, long red hair piled and coiled atop her head.  Arha watched Obi-Wan move across the room, her eyes hungry and sharp, her body tense.  His fingers touched her chin and she tilted a glance up at him, softening just a little.  He pulled the tension from her body without even trying and leaned down to kiss her.

Arha wound herself around him, her fingers sliding into his hair, brushing against his shoulders, even as a sea of opposition rose.  Over and over they cried out, thousands of Mothers-Within until they were a roar.  She knew what they were saying, but she ignored them.

( But we could lose it all... )

Tony Tony Chopper was rarely seen by the members of Stacy's crew since he first pod-popped. But that was for good reason. You see, after seeing what the Med Bay had in store, there was so much he had come across for the first time. So he spent most of his time in the seldom used areas of the Med Bay noting down equipment and drugs and then running off to read up what he could from medical text books. Luckily for him, Dr Kureha had beaten in more than enough medical knowledge to help him easily comprehend most new things he came across.

Feeling ready to face the Med Bay and it's equipment, Chopper decided that he would go in to see if there was any work for him to do. He only took a few steps into the Med Bay when he saw a tall, red-haired human going over what looked to be a medical report. I wonder if she knows where I can find some work to do... thought the blue nosed-reindeer. In general, Chopper was untrusting of humans, but when it came to doctors and despite what happened with Dr Hogback on Thriller Bark, that distrust instantly disappeared. After all, doctors exist to help others!

It hadn't taken long for Rein and Matt to abductborrow Vivio for a while. After dispensing with the hugs, an extra big one from Rein, they had gone back to the WITCH Bus that was parked in front of the Jedi Temple. Curiously the girl was in her full sized form and was wearing a light summer dress, hand-made by the girl herself.

"Now we haven't shown you this place yet," said Rein as they moved up on the magical lift and entered the water room, "But this is one of the classrooms."

She then grinned as she picked up a swimsuit and handed it to Vivio before pulling her own dress off, revealing a white bathing suit under it. "Go get changed Vivio-chan! We're going swimming!"

Daja fired up the forge, feeling a sense of pride and accomplishment as she watched the burning flames. It had taken her some time to fully clean our the dust and other strange debris, organise and clean the tools, and get everything into working order - but she now had a place where she could work her craft.

But now it was time to get to work. Metals were scarce, but she had found some pieces of scrap-metal that were workable, and so she began the task of melting them down into something she could use.

She wondered if anyone would respond to her message – she hoped she had managed to use the omnicomm correctly – or perhaps even see the smoke from her forge, and visit her today.