It had been long enough. After everything with the Nightmare King, he'd gone through the usual; self doubt, self pity, self loathing, and the inevitable drinking. Trying to fill the void left behind by not being able to play Ria, not having the music, was tough. Then there was Kala, the one who continued to fill the void he'd left in himself all those years ago when he lost the real Ria. The closest he'd ever come to filling that void on his own was naming the damn guitar after her. But he'd seen it in her as well; pity. Pity for the blind musician who could play anymore. Concern was there as well, but he hadn't focused on that; the pity was the more important part.

It was time to do something to get rid of the damn pity. Kala had mentioned someone in the med bay who might be able to help him out, had some kind of magic that may be able to regrow tendons a bit. It was a good lead (it was his only lead), and he was done with waiting to heal.

Plus, the bandages itched.

So he finally found himself at the med bay once again, after much searching. He need some kind of map for this damn ship... last time he'd only ended up here as an accident. Not really having too much of a plan, he just opened the door, did a quick sweep, and called out to the closest person he could find.

"Excuse me, I'm lookin' for a lass named Arha. Could ye lead me to 'er?"

Sasami was disappointed. A brief poke around the mess hall had her discovering that the food inside the place was... not what she wanted. It was unsettling to know that everyone here was eating that mess. Was there any real food here?

After finding out about the sensoriums, Sasami made her way there and found it surprising when the plain room suddenly turned into the familiarity of the Masaki household, her kimono and plant suit being replaced by her usual full bodied, carrot-printed apron.

A smile on her face formed as she started to notice that everything from home was still there. She looked up to Ryo-Ohki with her big pink eyes.

"How about we cook everyone here a BIG meal, huh, Ryo-Ohki?" Sasami said. The cabbit let out a happy meow, thrusting a paw into the air. With that, Sasami got to work, quickly trying to find all the ingredients she could, not realizing that when if she was going to take it out of the sensoriums, it was going to end up back as slop.

Someone wanna stop her?

He had his office hours, but right now, there was a new constitution. It was good, something he helped bring about. Maybe things will finally settle into order and resolve. People coming together.

Nathan walked into the city where repairs and rubble was being cleared. But there was still a great deal of work to do. He walked part ways in, before shooting up overhead. There was plenty of room to fly over it all, survey the current state.

He also wanted to try to push his ability, let go and really see what he can do with it.

As he shot into the air, there was the familiar sonic boom as he streaked along, leaving a vapor trail.

Tenaya had to admit that it was strange and somewhat uncomfortable wandering around a city without a purpose. Granted, trying to destroy a city wasn't exactly something to be proud of, but it at least had been a purpose.

As she wandered, she tried to whistle the music from her brother's watch. But she'd only briefly heard it a few times, and her mind had been elsewhere. The first time, Dillon had been telling her the hard truth that they were siblings and she was human and not a machine; the second, she'd been lost in her own faded memories and keeping watch over the comatose Dillon. She hadn't exactly thought to try to remember the music.

Still, she whistled as much as she could recall, making her way through the city as she wondered whether or not she'd want to find something familiar.

(For the curious, the music she's humming can be heard in this scene from RPM)

[bendytimed to soon after podpop, after this conversation with Katara]

It was a fairly normal reaction, when a new crew-member first learned about the sensoriums, to go and want to create something familiar, something from home. Haley was no exception. She had gone, and stood in the middle of the empty chamber for a bit, trying to decide what she wanted to make though, when to her surprise the mats and equipment of the old gym at VGA started to take shape around her.

Gymnastics was what she missed of home? Not f**king likely. Still, after her conversation with Katara, she did kind of feel like a round in the gym, and she could certainly use the work-out to help take her mind off things. Haley looked down and noted with surprise that she was wearing her standard training gear- a sports bra and cut off sweat pants, with guards on her hands for using the uneven bars. Where the hell had that freaky plant suit-ish thing gone? Haley tugged at the edge of the sports bra, and it snapped back into place as if it were made of real elastic. Huh. That was ... actually kind of cool. Well, she was all ready to go for some time on the uneven bars, so let's do it.

Haley stepped forward, dusting her hands in the familiar chalk bin, before launching herself up at the low bar. And around. And around. Now leap over to the high bar. And around. And around. She let herself get lost in the familiar motion, let the pull and stretch on her muscles sooth. Momentum built, as she went around, and around, and around.

Haley was so lost in what she was doing she didn't notice she'd left the door open a crack; anyone could just walk in.

Kyle had decided to actually try to food for what it was this time rather than have the Sensoriums disguise it as something else. It wasn't as bad as he expected, just extremely bland. That put it one step above some military rations he'd had. He could live with bad food. It was the lack of caf that was annoying. He'd thought somebody would have picked some up when they'd stopped off at a planet. No such luck however. So he had to put up with working on training exercises for the Rogue's commando component without any delicious beverage.

Tapping on his Omnicom he started to organize his notes. Demolitions training, marksmanship, and of course stealth all being laid out in a schedule. Preliminary of course. It would still need Wedge's approval. Considering that some of team were civilians he had to alter the normal framework of the training. Overall he felt they should be able to get everyone trained, and ready to go fairly quickly. The Sensoriums did simplify the logistics of training a great deal. Not to mention saved him a lot of prep work. Not to mention all the benefits of live fire training without the danger.

Deciding it was time for a break he set the Omnicom down and lay his head down on the table. Closing his eyes he focused on listening to the sounds of the ship. Slowly he reached out with the Force getting a sense for what the norm was. This massive ship, and it was alive. It certainly was a unique feeling. At first it was almost impossible to sense anything else. Soon he was able to separate it from others in the Force. The ship becoming a comfortable background noise.

The food was bad, the situation was even worse, but for the moment Kyle felt at peace.

CRACK!

Humungosaur stumbled backwards from the attack that his super-evolved counterpart had slammed into his face. Said Ultimate Humungosaur zoomed up into the air and started to strafe the area with missile blasts which the large dinosaur was hard pressed to avoid. "For a construct you're pretty tenacious!" yelled Humungosaur as he ripped a stone from the ground and hurled it at the Ultimate version of him.

Said Ultimate version smashed the rock and smirked. "You shouldn't be calling me the construct Ben Tennyson."

"I'll call it whatever I see it, Albedo," replied Humungosaur as he shifted forms to Swampfire. "Let's see how you like this!"

It was a function the new watch had, something he had neglected for a while but he slapped the end of it. "ULTIMATE SWAMPFIRE!" yelled the new alien moments before missiles impacted.

"Foolish!" cackled Albedo. "You will see that I am the superior Ben Tennyson!"

"Superior? Maybe," replied Ultimate Swampfire before he unleashed a torrent of blue fire that engulfed the Ultimate Humungosaur. "Take that!"

Ultimate Humungosaur coughed and vanished from the rest of the sensoriums as Albedo stood there, unharmed but obviously peeved. The white haired clone glared at Ben. "You shouldn't have been rescued."

"Hey," replied Ben, transforming back from Ultimate Swampfire. "What the heck Albedo? You're not this sullen. Usually."

"Don't give me that. Not only you took my Ultimatrix..."

"Omnitrx."

"Ultimatrix!"

"It's a watch, okay?" Ben frowned. "Go on."

"But you manage to beat me, and not even give me the simple request of being a Galvan once more!" snapped the white hair clone as he ate his chili fries. Ben sighed and ninjaed a couple.

The pair ate in silence, the only peace the pair would have gotten. By now, they would have been at each others throats. And despite the sensoriums recreating everything for Ben, he was still a little melancholy.