It had taken Stephen a while to figure out where he wanted to put his lab. First, he'd taken himself on a sort of sightseeing tour of the City, mostly to scope out places that were there. Some he'd never seen before, like a good amount of the Temple complex, and some he'd only seen in pictures. The Vatican had looked pretty cool from a distance.

The location he'd found that amazed him the most--he'd have called it a brain-breaking experience, had anyone asked--was finding a replica of the Doissetep Chantry. It had taken him a good fifteen minutes or so to pull himself away from simply staring at it. The thought of exploring it hadn't crossed his mind. Which probably was a good thing. The original place was dangerous enough, after all.

He'd found the media center, too, which was a good thing. Stephen would probably need the reference. As much as he could get out of it, anyway. He wasn't really expecting the media library to have the cutting-edge issues of Paradigma, after all.

To his surprise, finding a suitable building--it looked a bit like a burnt-out car dealer garage--hadn't been as difficult as he first thought it would be. It wouldn't be perfect any time soon, but cleaning it up and getting it prepared for all the build work he'd be doing was easy.

An hour's work would find him banging away on a piece of sheet metal in the bowels of the future lab, making a good deal of noise…

"Right, let's try this one more time." Wyn mutters to herself, resetting the automatic tennis ball launcher. The tennis ball launcher and several translucent displays were the only things in the otherwise featureless white room, and (rather unusually) Wyn was still wearing her plantsuit. She was determined not to skew the results of her testing by using the Sensorium unnecessarily, even though she suspected that she couldn't actually do much to change the outcome so far.

Wyn walks back to the duct-taped line on the floor, locking the large silver bracelets on her wrists in place as she walks. "And… take 37." she says with an irritated grimace. hitting two buttons on the display closest to her. The tennis ball launcher fires, sending a tennis ball flying at Wyn's head-- and by extension, the door to the outside behind her. Now would be a very good time to not distract her, unless you'd like to be whacked in the head by a flying tennis ball.

How could Billy have missed this heart-wrenchingly familiar structure on all his prior trips to the City?

On a test flight of the RADBUG's improved engine, he'd happened to turn his head just the right way and spot the unmistakable scroll-like tops of a building that had been his second home for so long. The second it was spotted in the distance, he changed course and brought the car into a descent. Moments later he parked just outside the ground-level entrance.

So the only confirmed remnants of my world are myself, my Zord, the RADBUG, and the Command Center. Perhaps Tenaya as well, but her world seems to be radically altered. I highly doubt that Zordon and Alpha are inside waiting for me, but I need to investigate.

It pained him to admit it, but he was afraid of what he would (or wouldn't) find. But a Ranger never backed away from a potentially tricky situation. Even if they had to call for backup, which Billy decided would be wise when entering an abandoned building. In seconds, a quick note was typed out on his omnicom and posted.

As Billy studied the exterior he hadn't seen in what he guessed must have been almost a year, he turned his Power Coin in his palm. It seemed to feel more charged than usual. Likely to be a low-key reaction to its location, he thought.

Marco had given Satori a physical description of Tom, but it wasn't particularly necessary. As far as she knew, there was only one person on this ship who would have two distinct, separate minds at odds with each other. He wouldn't be hard to spot, whatever he looked like.

And before long, during her usual semi-aimless drifting of the halls, she noticed such a pair of minds not far away. Being as discreet as a floating girl with pink hair can realistically be, she looked over the owner of the conflicting minds. Excellent, he even matched Marco's vague decsription.

Wasting no further time, Satori decided it would be best to get a closer look at the captive mind. She drifted towards him, clearing her throat politely. "You are Jake's brother, are you not?"

 Nanashi stood in the centre of the Obs Deck, surveying the doors for a little green boy.

"How you've fallen," drawled the voice of her ex-lover, Kano, in her mind, "to be relying on a child for help."

Nanashi dutifully ignored his taunting, pulling her black cloak around her. She pulled her hair behind her shoulders.
She was not used to waiting for anything, or anyone, but she was determined to be patient. She would need to learn a lot of new things if she were to survive on this ship.
Step one, she would need to make it so that she could easily see, and this Beast Boy was going to help her with that.
True he was a child, but however Kano taunted her, she would trust a child long before she would trust any adult on this ship.

Some of the crew were getting firearms instruction from Kang, but Booth had agreed to do a class of his own as well. He was, at the moment, going over his initial pep talk with the assembled group.

"In a combat situation, your weapon my be your only friend. Make it a part of you,an extension of yourself. Give it the proper respect, though. Always treat it as if it's loaded, and always keep it clean and functioning properly.  No one *wants* to have to use it, especially to kill, and it's not always something you're proud of having to do. But, sometimes, if you have no other choice, doing what you have to can prevent an even bigger tragedy."

He started from the beginning, knowing he'd have to show everything step by step. He only hoped they understood well.