Beastboy was not the most goal oriented individual.

After weeks and weeks on the ship (Almost spending a solid week messing around with the sensoriums and the time he'd lost chasing after fictional cake, he had only now gotten around to exploring the city.

And so he was making an expedition of it. Any area that caught his attention would be seen to (even if the area didn't look particularly friendly) as his various animal forms helped him run, bounce, crawl and soar around.

Another fine excuse to meet people or hang out with those he'd already met...maybe they could tell him about some of the places he was seeing for the first time.

Ed was beginning to think something was up. Winry had been FAR too quiet since the invasion and she KNEW his arm was broken -- the bruises he got from that were proof enough of that. But her usual workday was six days: three nights and three days non-stop. Even factoring in the availability of parts and labor, and the fact she was doing this for free now made him stop and wonder about all of this.

And put simply, she had been quiet for two weeks. And he had been without an arm for two weeks.

Pushing the door open to her workshop on the bus, he called out, "Hey Winry, I hate to bug you but did you get my arm fixed yet?"

Now that Nehaalista could work a little bit more naturally (her leg still ached, but at least it wasn't hard to walk on), she'd set out to find a forge. And found one she did, recently used, if the embers in the forge were any indication. With a little, strange sort of almost-grunt, she dropped her box of ore on the ground beside and relit the flame, stoking it until heat boiled from the red mouth of the forge.

While on shore leave, Nehaalista had been able to purchase some ore. To not do anything with her hands while stuck aboard Stacy would have driven her crazy, and Nehaalista wasn't about to let that happen to her sanity. After all, what would happen if she did go crazy? Start gyrating wildly while standing on a mailbox?

She wasn't a night elf, for Light's sake. Sorry, Choline.

Nehaalista prospected half the box, pulling away a few dozen uncut gems and setting them aside. They were strange, and Nehaalista couldn't think of names, but had arranged them by color. The rest of the ore was melted down into bars, one of which Nehaalista hefted in one hand.

Now, what to make? She pushed away a limp, sweaty curl and swished her tail against the chair, thoughtfully.

Enough healing, and after some practice and testing, Dean made his way to the Hangar. He was still worried about his brother, and he really wanted to tear out GLADOS circuitry if she's responsible. It didn't take long for him to find the Impala, and he ran a worried hand over her hood.

"Awww, baby, what did those alien bastards do to you?" There was some burns and scoring from the acid. Luckily they didn't completely eat away the metal. Something must have protected her or got her away before it got too bad. But she needed repairs. Same as him.

A little while later, the hood was up, and Dean was busy at work fixing her up, AC/DC blasting through the large area.

Cassie had originally come to hydroponics to check out the puppies but she had ended up falling in love with a very different creature, one she had noticed on her first visit to the place.

The creature she'd fallen in love with? The conventionally unattractive Kyth grub mole. There was just something about that little critter she couldn't resist.

"What am I going to name you?" She said to the pink little grub in her arms, cooing up at her in contentment.

Kate was in the Sensoriums again, a MP3 player with speakers playing some music with a beat while she worked, the mockup like the Young Avengers hangout and practice room. The music sounded like electronica music but with some string accompaniment. She had already stretched, dressed in a sports bra top and yoga style pants for loose free movement. She went through a series of katas and fighting moves before moving on punching the exercise bag, and some exercises. She wanted to do more, but with her options still limited, she had to find a way to maximize her time.

Laurie has done everything possible to make tonight Girls Night-riffic, with a bowl of popcorn, blankets, and the yellow pajammas she'd bought on shore leave, complete with little bunny slippers that smile cheerfully up at her, and her blonde hair in low pigtails. Despite how childish it is, it bringsLaurie a semblance of comfort.

Spot has long taken her sunflower-patterned blanket and made it into his little nest to curl up, and drift off to sleep in. Of course, he won't continue to lightly snooze for long. Sofia would show up any minute...and dogs do love to bark at new people.

Fluffing the strange meat-things pillows, she tries to imagine what movie it is that Sofia has picked out for tonight. Hopefully, she hasn't decided to exnay on the romantic movies-ay, since romantic movies are Laurie's favorite, despite how eye-roll inducing they are. Yes, she cried when Lianorda DiCaprio died in Titantic. Didn't everybody?

"OK!" she claps her hands together and appraises the room with a quick eye, then looking to the half-dozing Spot who had rolled over onto his belly, kicking his little paws in the air, in the middle of a good dream that probably concerned chasing alien squirells up trees.

Everything look good from where she's standing...