There'd been so much to worry about, to run from, to fight against lately.

Toph wasn't one to poke her nose in and around politics, or complicated, grown-up social drama, or whatever it was that seemed to have plagued so many of her friends the past little while. The Nightmare King had been vanquished, they'd found and rescued Aang and beat the snot out of the guy who shot him, and as far as Toph was concerned, all was well.

Or about as well as it could be, considering she was on a ship, and nowhere near her home. There was plenty to think about, but she didn't know how. Katara and Sokka and even Aang now - all of them were infinitely older than she, with their own problems. They wouldn't want to confide in her. She was too young, too carefree, too ...whatever.

But she still had something: the ship had Earth; or Stacy could make something that felt like it, and so she was in one of the Sensoriums, which, this time, had been made to look like a miniature Great Divide, except without the bug creatures.

Plenty to play with.

She assumed her stance and started slow, levitating boulders, then roundhouse kicking them into the distance.

Destroying fake Earth? Great stress relief.

Wedge waited quietly at the front of the squadrons ersatz assembly room, watching and waiting as pilots took their seats. An eclectic and strange group, to be sure, but he was determined to mold them into a fighting force to be reckoned with. They had the potential. They just needed a push in the right direction. He took a breath, waited as the last few pilots took their seats, then began.

"Welcome. I'm glad to see that all of you managed to make it through our latest ordeal in good health, and I hope you've all had a chance to rest up and recover from the experience. First of all, I'd like to introduce you to two new members of our squadron." He gestured to the two people standing behind him and off to one side.

"This is Colonel Tycho Celchu and Lieutenant-Colonel Jaina Solo. They're both experienced pilots and they'll be helping with training and getting the squadron into shape. And to that purpose, I'd like all of you to go around the room and introduce yourselves so that they know who they're working with. Your name and a little something about yourself." He nodded at the first person who came to mind and waited for their introduction.

He had found a quiet corner--not in the City, which was in disarray, but in an area of the ship not often frequented by members of the crew; in a part where, while the sounds of life echoed and reached his ears, he was able to mostly ignore them.  The Sensoriums would perhaps have been a better choice, but Luke didn't want the simulation of a place this time.  This was reality, and a Jedi had to ground himself in it.

Even so, Luke found that the measure of calm he needed to quiet his mind and let the flow of the Force take him was difficult in coming.  In the aftermath of the fighting, with crew members turning on each other accusingly, he'd had to leave and go somewhere to think.  Infighting was something he was familiar with, far too familiar.  It had happened in the New Republic, and it had happened to the Galactic Alliance in the aftermath of the Yuuzhan Vong invasion.  Part of Luke--the part that wasn't the Jedi Grandmaster--was tired of it.  But he knew that somehow--he hoped somehow--that peace would be attained again.  The very last thing they needed was to fight amongst themselves.

But until then, he sat and tried to quiet his mind, and found he could not.

His head was still kind of spinning from the onslaught of information he had received in the past couple days, and Tycho needed something to distract himself. He also figured it was never too early to set a good example for his pilots. The sensoriums had formed what would be recognizable to most inhabitants of the ship as a pretty standard gym. Even in a universe with hyperdrives and laser guns, weights were still things you lifted, and running was still running.

Tycho was in front of a punching bag, hands wrapped up in sensorium-generated tape, as he punched the crap out of his target. He let the physical exertion wash over him, letting his focus narrow down to just the action of hitting the bag. Sweat ran down his skin, soaking through his gray t-shirt as he moved back and forth on light feet, fists flying quickly.

The door was open- anyone walking by was welcome to come in and join him.

Indigo stands in the hallways, hands clasped behind her back. She doesn't pace, she doesn't weave or bob around. It's like she's a statue, waiting for someone to pass before her disdainful look. She's outside the Spacewalk's doors.

She doesn't expect that many people. Perhaps three Science personnel. Two or three from Security. Not much trouble. A small part of her wishes that more people were here to observe the opening of both the Spacewalk and Hydroponics, but the more logical part crushes that. If the creatures are dangerous, it would be wiser not to have any other crewmembers around.

So, she waits.

Tsukasa headed into an empty Sensorium chamber, which was already programmed to represent the one dark room he knew best: The Hikari Studio. He looked around at the familiar surroundings and sighed. This is just like the real Hikari Studio i...was. He mentally corrected himself.

The Hikari Studio I knew is gone, except in my memories. With that somewhat depressing thought, he headed to the dark room to begin developing his photos. Except for the fact that he left the Sensorium door unlocked, it was a perfect set-up for his evening of photo development.

Jeckie found herself standing in the Sensoriums just a few moments after her communique with Nura. There was something of a pleasant smile on her face - a first, really, for anyone who might have had to deal with her since she'd popped. The Sensorium was made up to look like Jeckie's bedchambers at the Legion headquarters, all rich fabrics and bold hues of violet and blue shot through with silver and gold. She was staring out the window, knowing full well that it didn't exist, but unable to give herself the pleasure of being able to see an illusion of Brin Londo swooping around the sky outside. She bade the illusion to die a moment later and then took a seat on her chaise longue, awaiting the one woman here who was likely the closest thing that Jeckie had to a friend aboard this place.