Flitting around to another soundtrack that she had managed to find for her music player, Rein was setting down tea and cookies in her shop and waiting for her big sister to arrive. Her bigger sister in more ways than one, which made Rein a little envious for her sweater puppies.

But no matter. Today, Rein was going to have fun and the tiny little woman flitted from side to side, tapping her fingers in a most sinister way which would have matched Hayate on a good day.

"Fufufufufufufufu desu-ka ne," giggled Rein diabolically.

Zuko's in a hurry on his way to the forge. The sooner he has real swords, the sooner he can get back to training.

(He could always use pretend ones in the Sensorium, but that feels like cheating.)

On the way, he's thinking of what, exactly, he's going to pay Dustin with. They danced around the subject of reimbursement, but Zuko knows, nothing's ever free.

"Winry?"

Hiccup went and poked around where she worked, as he had more than once before.

He'd seen the plans, and ultimately opted for a very plain design, something easy to repair. Simple or not, though, the automail mechanic was making sure every meticulous detail was right. Day after day, he'd popped his head in, and day after day, she'd still been working. At times, he even got to learn a few things as she worked. Sometimes he just watched silently, maybe asking a question or two to break the silence.

Today, though...

"It is done yet?"

Is it? Is it?

Miku was tired of waiting. Waiting for the elections to be over so that people could get back to their usual selves, waiting for the final OK from medical so that Steve could be released, waiting, waiting, waiting. Between staving off debilitating boredom and visits to Steve, she worked on controlling her abilities.

At least that was getting better. Well, mostly. All the worrying she was doing was probably undoing all the hard work she put into it.

With a sigh, Miku looked down into the bowl of mix she was preparing. With the little bit of food she'd bought for herself on the planet before everything went to pot, Miku was making lunch. It would be a while before everything was ready, so she stirred the mixture slowly, almost idly.

Vega lost a fight. Now that he was back on his feet and more capable of thinking clearly than he was after the battle with the Ohm, the thought hit him like a punch in the face. He'd lost. He'd never lost anything. He was Vega Obscura, The King of Zoid Battles. He was the best pilot there was and ever would be, and the Berserk Fury was the best Zoid. Nothing could stop them.

...Or at least, that's what he thought. But he lost. It wasn't just some battle for a prize, or a tournament, or anything. That would've been okay. It might even have been fun, to be challenged like that for once. But this was... different. Horribly different. When it had really, really counted, he'd failed.

What did that make him now?

Vega was down in the hangar, brow furrowed as he went over the Fury's diagnostics and tried to put this minor identity crisis out of his thoughts. He already had enough work ahead of him, and the bio-plasma spattered left side of the Berserk Fury was a daunting task. He was going to need help with this, he knew that and he was dreading it. But for now, just looking over it and feeling the frustration and anger radiating off the Zoid was enough to clear his mind some and get him to focus on what was happening now.