After her endeavor with Sheeana, Katara had felt much calmer than she had since arriving here. She could breathe freely knowing that she would do whatever she needed to in getting Aang back, but also making sure that she didn't think about that too often. It had all seemed to make so much sense when she realized that she was the one that had helped to feet The Nightmare King King. Now she felt more able to push those feelings back, to channel them away for its safety, she felt more secure now.

It left room for many other questions, and Katara was fine with that. She knew she was still learning, and she'd have a long way to go before she'd have true inner peace...and the person she wanted to be with the most. Until then, she would have to be content with dwelling on her mistakes and arranging her thinking around the Nightmare King.

Today, she was in the city, specifically in the park. It was a peaceful day, and she could feel a gentle breeze wash over her. She sighed contently

Carol really didn't know what she was doing as she made the post to the com. Sure she had been sick and tired of all of them dancing around each other, grouping off, being just people rather than heroes from the same world. She'd noticed the other heroes forming a team, they got on so well it made her sick to think about her own world.

"God Steve, you'd be pulling your own hair out if you saw us all like this." She knew talking to the dead in the Sensoriums wasn't a good idea, but she couldn't help it. As she moved into the room, she looked around herself. Her first thought was to form the Avengers memorial garden, but the mutants on board wouldn't like that. She'd been at Xavier's plenty of times, but the Avengers weren't connected to that place.

"Central Park please. Add in the memorial garden from both the Avengers mansion and Xavier's." She didn't know if it'd work to help connect them all or not, but maybe it would. As she stared at the statues she moved to an empty section and stood, her Ms. Marvel costume appearing on her body as she stood at attention.

She wasn't Captain America, or even Captain Marvel. But she'd led the Avengers before, and damn it she'd do it again.

Terry had sent the message out, and now he was waiting on one of the couches in the obs deck. He'd heard about Jason being on the ship, but had yet to meet him. Well, it was about time that he did. They were all part of the same family, in a sense. He figured that more or less made them allies. And it was important to know his allies.

[ooc: This is mostly for Jason, but anyone in the area can feel free to talk to Terry. Just do so in a separate thread from the Jason stuff, please.]

Leaning back in his chair, Apollo stretches while giving out a loud yawn. He'd holed himself up in the Sensoriums, leaving the entrance open in case someone really wanted to use them, for a few hours. A large stack of paper was in front of him, and the table and floor around him was littered with various bits of crumpled... No, folded paper. Paper crabs, paper cranes, paper frogs, paper bugs... He's obviously been busy. In his hand, held between two fingers, is the start of another folded paper project.

He looks at the paper and sets it down, leaning over the back of his chair and letting his arms hang loosely for a bit. He's been at this for too long, but somehow the whole 'wait for a crewmember to stop by the most popular part of the ship for a bit of conversation' plan failed. "Maybe I should have tried the cafeteria?"

Roxie has set up a simple scenario in the Sensoriums: salt flats, stretching out to the horizon, quiet and boring. The air is temperate; the sky is clear and blue; and the densely-packed salt is firm enough to walk on easily. To run away or hide here would be practically impossible.

She waits, arms crossed. She's gotten worse since the last time she ventured out in public—the occult glyphs scarred into her skin have started to turn gray, as if with the touch of colloidal silver. Her plantsuit—the second she's gone through, by now—has an odd black tinge to it. And her jacket... it's not fraying anymore, but the stitching has all been replaced with red threads. It's a weird contrast against the blue denim.

She waits for the people she's talked to—or anyone else—to show up.

Sofia entered one of the Sensoriums and called up a large ball room, the kind she would dream of dancing in as a child. High ceilings, large windows that let the sun stream through, paneled wooden tiles for the floor. All that she needed was-

Music, of course!

She asked for, and was given, a DJ and stereo system, stocked with all the music Stacy had available.

And, to top it all off, the last transformation was of Sofia's plantsuit. It morphed into a bright red dress that clung to her body, showing off her curves.

Now the fun could begin.