There was tea on the low table and the two small cups had been steaming for quite awhile, their contents made from the glop she had brought with her, along with the set of spice cakes, and other unremarkable fare from Obi-Wan's Coruscant.  They were things that went well with tea and the flavor was complimentary to all the food.  Arha was in the more traditional of her Jed-Eye outfits, the colors that matched Obi-Wan's own.

Waiting was easy to do and she was patient.

She had chosen a spot where Coruscant's cityscape most fascinated her--that of the main place where shuttles and ships landed--and the late rust and wine of the sunset was ablaze.  It would hold for several more minutes before dissolving into night.  Such was a pleasant thing.  Arha was not sure that she would ever get to see the real Coruscant.  This, in itself, was a thing that was a bit saddening.

One could not ever truly have all things.

She carefully blew across her steaming mug and contemplated the traffic patterns thoughtfully.

Title: Gemini, Part II: You Jump, I Jump
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums





"And it seems like all is dying, and will leave the world to mourn
In the distance, hear the laughter of the last unicorn."



He was dancing.

He was dancing in a maelstrom of the sea, the wind and a hazy fire.

Wings hadn't been an option when this dance had begun, thanks to the stitching in his back (and his own stupidity) but Renne still dances among stars he'd hung in the air himself. It was all an illusion, he knew that, but he was grateful for the chance to be allowed to place it in the Park -- a place spacious enough for this dance.

It was a dance for the repentant with guilt heavy upon their shoulders and it was a dance he was compelled to carry out.



He remembered the dance as he explored the City for a while. His mind kept on going over what had happened and what had nearly happened down in the pod chamber.

From the City to a Sensorium, he crawled and on the way, he passed by a door that he knew, didn't need to be marked. It was known in a way no outside mark could tell and he smiled a little at it.
In a Sensorium chamber, Renne Transcended and let his emotions carry him where they will.

His surroundings became a cloudscape of gold and above, a sky shone with blue stars.

Renne himself found his shape change. He smiled inwardly as a tri-coloured blue unicorn became a form of his. The body and upper halves of four legs shone of night-sky dark blue. The tail and mane shone in a lighter, silver-sea-foam tinted with gold. A silver horn twisted from his forehead and silver cloven hooves kicked up the cloud-ground.

In a star-filled Sensorium, a little blue unicorn learned a new part of himself.

In a bedroom near the door, a parcel sat, waiting for its recipient.

The pink-haired woman leaves her room.

Wait, what?  Voluntarily?

Not to blame anything on Dustin, but her mind has started to wander towards old pastimes with the recent development of a complete and total lack of stress in her head and in that room.  Her fingers have started twitching for tools again, an itch that she hasn't felt for a good long while, and though something in her insists that she will regret taking these serious steps outside her door, an idle Yoshimi in a crafting mood is a dangerous Yoshimi, and she doesn't much wish to unleash that on anyone.

For these reasons, she can be found poking her head through the door of Engineering (for the first time!) several minutes later, eyes sweeping the room, head swiveling with them.  She looks like a kid in a candy shop, or like a kid in front of a moving school bus.  It's hard to tell which.

"Ah, h...hello?" 

It's her second time in the hangar, it had taken her a bit to get enough out of her way to have some 'free time'. And her first was limited to cutting bits off of a Gundam to make new wingdings for Nightwing. With Spacewalk fully repaired, her supply of sonar beacons to drop in the vents exhausted, and a water recycling device for a washing machine fully created, she's ready to explore what-all ships and vehicles are readily available for use.

Many of them she recognizes. Some from popular science fiction shows. Some from history. Dozens of modern, or near-modern vehicles. She'd considered touring the Millennium Falcon, but it seemed that people with a claim to it were already on board, and she didn't feel like getting caught in there and having to explain that she was just looking through for the hell of it.

Her aimless wandering becomes a lot more aimless when her sensors direct her to a familiar shape. "The Pequod." She breathes lightly and lands next to it, mentally turning it on and ordering the doors to open. The ship reacts, clue enough that it's hers. Indigo steps inside, performing a full spectrum scan. Sure enough, the entire ship, especially the flat surfaces, are coated with her team's DNA. Largely Arsenal and Grace's. She slides her hand along the consoles, smiling a little to herself, and turns the chair around. Sure enough, just where she left him... "ANGEL!" She beams and picks the wee little puppet up, squishing him in her arms.

She plops herself into her seat and relaxes. It's a piece of home. It shouldn't make her feel so different, it doesn't make any sense for it feel different, but... Especially after the disaster that was the Spacewalk, it's... Nice.