Pressing her lips together, Doctor Temperance Brennan's forehead furrowed as she stared intently through a pair of rather ridiculous glasses at a shard of alien bone. While they might have been old lady's glasses, she had actually found them more useful than some of the microscopes she was use to handling, and she didn't need to be hunched over for quite so long a time.

Turning in her chair, she placed the bone in an advanced bone cutting machine, switched it on and waited while it sliced the bone into different sized pieces. She'd already examined several different types of alien bones - she had been lucky enough to find a storage unit full of hundred of different types of alien bones. Now she just had to familiarize herself with them all.

Turning the machine off, she pulled out the different containers the machine had separated the slices of bone to. Now she could get down to work.

After hearing about the incident in the sensoriums from Lafiel, Wedge had called Asuka to his office in the city. And now he waited, pacing up and down the room in thought. He couldn't allow Asuka to go unpunished, not after striking a superior officer. he had made it clear that Rogue Squadron was a military operation and that there would be rules to follow. Now it was up to him to enforce them in some manner. This wasn't going to be easy, if the girl's fiery temper was anything to go by. But he'd dealt with similar pilots in the past, and he felt that he'd be able to get a handle on this one as well. He took a seat as the door chime sounded, picking up one of his datapads.

"Come in."

Engineering is, as usual, open, and Allen is putting the very finishing touches on a robotic arm. When he's satisfied the limb is prepped to function on its own, he sits down with a datapad to do some reading. It might not look very exciting to the casual observer, but there's never a dull moment in Engineering if you like reading (and doing) a lot of math.

(ooc: Technically this post is for Paco, but is open to characters investigating Engineering as well.)

Tony peered out at the passing Bleed, watching the swirling colors slide past. He felt a bit nervous for some reason - the idea of this being an "official" date was odd, but he was the one who proposed it. Huh. He hoped things would work out well (and so far, between him and Kate, things had been fantastic). It was nice to have someone grounding, someone there who he could just talk or cuddle with. It gave him something real to hold onto.

He grinned to himself and nervously tried to tame his unruly hair again. Nope. Not happening. He sighed and turned towards the door, laughing at himself. Kate liked his hair unruly. It was part of who he was.

Dean was in the hangar, doing another inventory check on supplies from the Impala. He was wearing the plantsuit, but had his dad's leather jacket over top. Didn't care about damn heat, he was wearing it anyway. Wishing he had something to drink, didn't bother to sleep last night, but with the Nightmare King around, it's better that way. Need to get more prepared anyway. He was also doing some thinking. Cas was here and awake, and thinking there was still an Earth.

He didn't know personally, granted he didn't want to think it was all gone. That somehow, he failed with the freaking Ohm getting the drop on them all. All their efforts were for nothing. And at the same time, he didn't want to go back. Go back to try to stop Lucifer, and avoid being Michael's meatsuit while watching the world end anyway? Who the hell wants that? What's better? Trying to stop the end of the world, or realize there wasn't a damn thing you could do, and prophecy is a load of crap anyway?

Not to mention, he was tired. So unbelievably tired to the point he wondered what was the point of going on. He already lived longer than he ever should have, and was saved when he still felt he shouldn't have been. He flopped on the floor, his back resting comfortably against the driver's side door. Wishing he had a cold beer or something stronger. Least to chase away the dark thoughts for a few more hours again.

Nura has done all she can to prep the meeting - she's had Stacy shape the sensorium to be spherical, with light blue walls and gray tiling, and the walls stretching high for the screen display. On the first screen, there is this image, framed by chrome for a nice, silver-polish finish. The third screen displays a similar image, only there are obvious differences by number and form. And the second image is a large collage of an assortment of numbers from both images and then some.

There are steps to a slightly raised dais which is located before the three screens, with two hover-seats for the viewing part. It seems like one of those tri-screens in the museums to commemorate the 'what was' and the 'what is' statements about society - but it is not. Nura has done all this with a purpose. She has the information to give, and she is confident that it needs to be given.

She's adorned the room with bean-bags placed haphazardly, and a few statues of deceased Legionnaires from various Legions as tribute. And to help ease the foreboding air in the room, she has had Stacy bring back Holo-Querl, with added Holo-Lyle of her Earth. Holo-Lyle has crashed on a beanbag and is reading a comic from a comic stack that was quickly created out of thin air. Holo-Querl is by Nura's side, where she sits on the top step of the dais, thinking.

[this is closed to Lyle Norg]

Everyone had been so nice to Ryo since he had awoken a day prior. He wanted to show his appreciation to his friends and the crew, and get a chance to meet others. So, he walked back into the sensoriums and imagined a place. As he opened his eyes, there was the Milk Dipper. Wood finish, stars decorating the place, rough hewn wooden tables and the telescope in it's pedestal at the center. Everything was as it should be, except for one thing. Behind the counter, looking very confused, was a green-skinned demon who bore no resemblance to Airi. Ryo registered his shock as the demon spoke.

"This... is NOT my bar..." The green one said, his own shock evident. He looked at Ryo. "And you're not Peter..." Ryo, not knowing what to do, bowed quickly.

"I'm sorry, Oni-san, I just wanted to throw a party for everyone, with karaoke and dancing, and I didn't mean to summon you!" The demon shook his head, waving Ryo off.

"It's Lorne, and you had me at karaoke. Now, this place.... I like it. Kind of a kitsch-meets-class thing going on... It does need to be bigger, though..." Lorne snapped his fingers and the cafe expanded, now as large as an auditorium. The telescope pedestal sat firmly in the center of a well-polished dance floor, underneath a disco ball and lighting set up. To the left of the counter was a stage with a karoake set-up, and behind the counter was now a lot more than just coffee. Otherwise, the decor remained the same.

"Alright, Ryo-kun." Lorne said with a smile. "Give everyone the heads up and get this party started." Ryo nodded, amazed by the demon's abilities, and gave a call on the omnicomms.

[[ OOC: It's karaoke dance party time! Start a sub-thread with your character singing a song, socializing, or just being a wallflower, and let the CR flow! Especially great for newbies to meet folk and influence people!]]