Title: Imp-Fu Fightin'!
Location: Stacy; The Sensoriums





"Eeee! Ee-yih! Eee-yah!"

The chirped cries from within a Sensorium chamber aren't likely to be perceived as "tough" or even "serious" on some levels. However, the blue creature laying into something called a punching bag isn't quite out to kill it yet.

He's clumsy at this, falling on his posterior numerous times and his aim? Oh, don't go there. Really. Renne is trying though, and under his little cries, the sound of a somewhat monotone voice might be heard.
It's his gifted book-to-speech device rattling out, of all things, something on "Karate" for those at the most beginning of levels.

Renne's doing quite well at making an amateur look like a pro.

Between the time spent with the Animorphs and the time spent keeping track of the Yeerks still walking free, Ax had begun to keep a rather odd schedule. It was hard to tell, since there was no real way to keep track of time on board this ship, but he tended to have the labs mostly to himself when he came in. That made it even more easy than usual to notice the comings and goings of other people in the area.

Especially when those people included Jaime Reyes and his supposedly-symbiotic insect friend.

< I didn't know that you were part of the Science Department. >

Ba'al could not say he was particularly surprised about having lost the election. He had not been playing his role well enough, not nearly. He had mingled somewhat, yes, and he had put up the face of a pleasant human as thoroughly as possible. But it needed more than that. He should have branched out more, made more connections. The cause of his loss was clear.

That did not make him any less angry about it, however.

He had missed his chance, surrounded by these imbeciles. Perhaps if he had had surer footing here-- perhaps then they would have been able to see who was deserving of the power they were granting to idiots. He doubted most of them would make more than sentimental fools (the only benefit to which was that perhaps he could still manipulate them, to an extent).

Now, he would have to exercise power more indirectly. Subtlety. Subterfuge.

With that, Ba'al was wandering - seemingly aimlessly - throughout the ship. He was not looking for anyone, but the more people he ran into the better.

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Arha had decided to ignore a chunk of her strengthening exercises and wander into the Hydroponics section with the express intent at harvesting seeds and young plants for her garden in the city.  That was not quite true, she supposed, she had abandoned the planned exercises.  Currently, she had about five bubbles floating around her, each bearing a seed or young plant.  She still ached in twinges when she held the Force thusly, but all in all, she was healed.  Arha had been surprised at the sheer length of time it had taken before her mind had healed--her Force use, especially.  But then, she had done it a great deal of damage.

She reached to cup a strange flower and watched its petals spread, bright orange with a wash of black ringed spots, glossy with gathered moisture.  It was a cup-shaped flower, squat, with a bright blue stem. She let her fingers trail against its petals, murmuring softly.  She nudged her way past a tangle of growth and into a darker space where she found  thousands of palm-sized glowing blue-white lilies.  She gathered seeds from some and a few dozen juvenile plants.  The space was nearly overcrowded with them as it was.  The added plants to her collection of bobbing spheres was enough to make the warning twinge surface.

Arha managed to work her way out of the semi-jungle and took the moment to sit underneath the shade of an oddly shaped tree.  Her purloined plants bobbed as they cleared the tangle and drifted toward her.  It took delicate work to pull them from the area without damaging anything--them or the area.

It was better than the routine she'd worked  out for her day.

She had lost. Well, of course she had lost. She had expected to lose. The was really little chance of her winning. She had known that. The election hadn't been for actually gaining the position, but making herself known on the ship.

Still, that didn't mean that losing the election didn't hurt her pride. She had logically never expected to win, but emotionally she had expected it. Perhaps even felt entitled to it.

She had other things that she was free to do now, things that would continue to move her plan forward, but for now she ignored Kano's urging for her to keep moving with her plan. Instead she wandered among a labyrinth of flowers and shrubs of all sizes and species. Benches were placed periodically among the plants to sit and relax. Several fountains dotted the twists and turns of the path. The garden itself was half surrounded by a chest high wall, the other rounded wall was made of sheer rock face and was dotted with little white flowers that sparkled in the moonlight. They grew along the walls as well, so that the outer line of the garden seemed to be surrounded by silver. Closer investigation would reveal that the flowers were covered in a thin, clear mucous. One should still be careful by the chest-high wall, since just beyond that was the rest of the mountain face.

Every so often Nanashi would stop any bury her face in some of the flowers, taking in a deep breath, absorbing the scent of the flowers.

She was so lost in her own musings that she didn't even realize she had left the sensorium door open- which replaced the usual door to the garden. It helped that a great burst of wild flowers helped to block off the view of most of the door.

It was always hard for anyone to admit that, deep down, they were wrong in anything. This was just one of those moments.

Just a few "days" ago, Sasami had sought one of the coveted positions of the Council. When she found out she lost, she took it hard - to the point where she was subbing everyone who was an adult. However, after a few words with some of her friends (as well as spotting Sensor's message), she realized that she was going about this all wrong. Despite her position in the past and what she wanted to do, she just proved that she was just that: a child.

After taking some time to think, she decided to swallow her pride and go to the one person who was offering alternatives before and after: now-First Officer Nathan Petrelli. Letting out a deep breath as she approached his office, she knocked on his door, hoping that he was in there... and probably hoping he wasn't.