Superspeed means not being seen. Just a rush of air, just a flash of...something out of the corner of someone's eye, that's what people tend to feel and see. And that's how Kon makes his way into one specific Sensorium.

Kon hadn't wanted anyone to see him meet with the man waiting for him here.

"What, no office? None of those chairs with the little headrests? I'm feeling skimped on here, Doc."

Sarcasm. Total defense mechanism.

Riddick's the sort of man who likes to know everything he can about where he is, all f the time. Unfortunately, on Stacy, this is impossible. That doesn't mean he's not giving it the good old paranoid try, however.

He's found himself in the cafeteria, examining the nutrient mush. He's seen worse -- Hell, he's regularly eaten worse. The idea of edible trays ain't a bad one, either. It's really pretty practical.

He sits down at a table with a graceless sprawl and starts prodding at the mush with a utensil. He's a little entranced by its near-solid state, but it really doesn't smell too bad and he can't detect any hints of poison. It's not protein waffles, but hell, it ain't Necro cooking, either. He'd handle it just fine.

He even went so far as to take a bite, discovering that, well...It didn't really taste like anything. That was pretty reassuring, really.

"Not bad."

The signals had been pinging at him ever since he got on board. The global positioning relays in each of his pets. The maps in his head were now useless, he'd have to upload the ship's map into his databanks, but he could still locate them through trial and error. It had taken him a while, the ship had more twists and turns than an ant's nest.

Finally, he found what he was looking for, a part of the ship that the omnicomm indicated as 'Engineering'. The name wasn't important, he walked in anyway, trusting that they wouldn't mind a guest. Still following their beacons, he wanders deep into the piles of spare parts, eventually finding what he was looking for. Bits of blue, green, red. Disassembled for easy storage, it seemed. Still, grinning happily, he pulls them loose and heads back over to the work areas, thunking everything onto a table before borrowing a few tools. (He'd put them back!)

Rock settles down on the table himself, picking up some soldering tools and adjusting their settings with expert ease. He had been, after all, originally built as a lab assistant for physics and robotics experiments. Anyone wandering into Engineering will likely find him working, face screwed up in concentration, as he proceeds to assemble his three 'pets'. He looks perfectly in his element, and moves like someone with decades more experience than a ten year old kid could possibly have.

Minako hated moping. Sure, she had done her fair share of it... finding out SEES's attempts to destroy the Arcana Shadows did more harm than good, finding out she was a carrier for Death, and that the end of the world was supposedly inevitable...

But she had bounced back from all that surprisingly quickly, and this was no different. It still hurt, and there were still so many questions that needed to be answered, but for now... time for a little training, to take her mind off things. She had heard about the Sensoriums in a passing conversation the other day, and after retrieving her naginata, decided to test it out.

The surroundings seemed to be the entrance hall to some kind of tower. The enormous room was circular, with a long set of stairs leading up to a golden door. It was completely empty, save for Minako and a large, vaguely humanoid creature. She was currently in battle with it, and seemed to be doing pretty well considering the obvious difference in sizes, until a lucky hit sent her flying.

After skidding back a bit, Minako jumped back to her feet and charged again. Right as she brought her naginata up to strike, the monster seemed to glow, and the blade bounced harmlessly off it. She tried to follow through with the combo, but each strike proved futile, and the monster once again sent her flying, this time knocking the weapon out of her hands.

Okay, time for Plan B. She knew what this meant, what she had to do now... but could she even do it? Would it work here?

Only one way to find out. Reaching down to the holster on her belt, Minako pulled out a silver gun...

... And pointed it at her own head.

It wasn’t hard to find her venue – there were always people in a bar in the evening, or hanging around outside one, and obviously a place like this wouldn’t have live music.

Until now, anyway.

She scanned the place quickly; there wasn’t any complicated sound equipment, but the ambiance was fine for a certain sort of song. She’d worked at this sort of place often enough during her last weeks on Frontier, in small, quiet places pulling in a bit for people from the jettisoned islands, and already had a repertoire for a little sad, a little hopeful.

She pushed herself up to sit on the bar, grateful, just for now, about the plantsuit’s flexibility, and glanced around at the tavern with one quick smile before starting into a gentle song.

“When I loved God,
I didn’t think this parting would ever come.
If I had known I could never feel your touch again
I would have hoped to be embraced just one last time...”

( ’It’s long, long goodbye.' )

She let the last note hang in the air, eyes closed and one hand over her stomach. She wanted to hear something in return – the eerie lovesong of the Vajra reaching across the dimensions, an irritating guy with fold quartz at his ear – anything.

Whisper that I’m not alone…

Well. If something had happened to the people of Frontier – if something had attacked that could take out the superdimensional Vajra, too – then she had her work cut out for her, didn’t she? These people would need something to help them save all those worlds, and she was ready.

Tony stared out into the swirling colors of the bleed, shoulders slumped. He felt off. The beast inside of him constantly bristling, ready to tear something apart, kill someone for the slightest insult - the one he'd learned to control. It still gnawed at him, roiled up when he didn't need or want it. It made him moody. He grumbled to himself and ran a hand through his hair.

"Stop feelin' sorry for yourself. Universe or whatever is counting on you."

Which only made him feel marginally better. Seventeen years old and a soldier in a losing war for the fate of the world was heavy responsibility on its own. Then a whole universe had been dumped on it. But he was Garou. He was a Bone Gnawer - and Bone Gnawers did or died. They preferred to do and live, of course, but when the chips were done they got the job done. He turned away from the swirling colors of the bleed and glanced over the rest of the lounge. Sorta quiet, kinda dead.

Hell, he needed something to do besides mope.

Rein was hard at work mass producing a few costumes when her information post got a wealth of replies. So she had fired up the sewing machines and was hard at work itemizing things. An appointment here with Arika, a few more there, and that nervous sounding young man for after hours.

She was humming as she moved to make a suit of fantasy armor, one of that undoubtedly cut for females but she had been playing a LOT of Monster Hunter on the PSP.

It had taken him a little time, as he hadn't had many serious projects outside of his own lab until now, but finally, Stephen had a delivery to make.

By his own admission, it wasn't much--he hadn't checked Stacy for the Eva unit's schematics yet, but even the merest theories for the fusion generator he was planning. Well. It might be worth something at least. Or so he hoped.

He also hoped that he'd find Billy on duty. In truth, it was likely, as Stephen knew very well that Billy didn't precisely believe in "time off".

"Mr. Cranston?" he called as he entered the Engineering area. "Are you here?"

Anyone paying attention in the City today will notice a bizarre sight-- a small lump of garbage, roughly a foot and a half in diameter, rolling up and down the streets. It's mostly made out of bits of rubble, broken glass and garbage, the odd misplaced or discarded item, the occasional loose cobblestone that's been dragged up from the street. Several crew members innocently dropped something they were carrying and found it suddenly snatched by the trashy menace and on its way down the street.

Behind the ball of garbage, pushing it along, is a well-meaning but rather misguided little space person with a pad of paper and a magenta colored pencil strapped to him like a backpack. On the paper is written a message:

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WE ARE SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE!
WE WILL HAVE YOUR PLANETS RESTORED SOON!

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He looks hard at work, but he would be happy to stop and chat with his subjects.

It was seriously feeling so much better now.

After dragging Setsuna every which way, trying to find what was going on around the ship, she decided that maybe this was a good time to meet Negi-kun, and find a place to sleep regularly.

...it also couldn't hurt to get clothes that weren't these... plantsuits. Not that she minded them too much, but being in something more fashionable made her feel better!

Slowly, she approached the conspicuous pink bus, not sure what to expect, but excited all the same.

Peter still hated the plantsuit. It was creepy and pulsing and just very ewww-auuuugh. There had to be other clothing options. So it was he found his jumpsuit at least. He could live with that. He was still a Ghostbuster. Even if the only ghost he ran into was that poor half ghost kid. And apparently there's demon and some beast kid who wouldn't look out of place in the Weekly World News. (Which Ray and Egon swear sometimes had accurate articles. Yeah right.) So far the cafeteria slop made him cringe, Media library wasn't his thing. For one thing, not enough porn by far. (He didn't know Dean was bogarting some of the titles still) And research tended to bore him. Sure he's a scientist but he liked being the fun scientist who got the girls. Some very nice ones on the ship. Hopefully some were available.

He debated on the Sensoriums. Heard it was like the holodeck, but his steps ended up taking him toward the hangar. There was a large colorful van, a pink bus, a lot of ships, a nice looking 67 Impala.... And then around one of the X-Wings.

Damn it's the Ecto. And it was the Ecto-1 even.

"Oh Ray, I wish you were here to see this." He had to admit it was kind of nice seeing the vehicle here, even if he still saw it as a bucket of bolts.

Despite the fact that it never really got any visitors, Cargn has been hard at work restoring the Shrine of the Aquila to a presentable state.

The massive golden eagle on the facade of the building had been polished to a brilliant shine. Purity seals had been placed at numerous points along both the inside and outside of the building.  The statues within had been dusted clean, and the massive statue of the Emperor of Mankind, standing behind the large, marble altar, wrought from pure gold, was impeccably clean.

He still didn't expect anyone to convert all of a sudden--after all, the Imperial Creed was a bit...harsh...by most standards--but he did want to keep the house of his own worship clean. It was the least he could do.

The chronometer he kept chained at his waist began to beep, reminding him it was almost time for his appointment with his young apprentice. As he waited for her to arrive, he set about preparing a pot of tea, this time choosing something she was more familiar with. After all, one of the joys of tea for Cargn was discovering new flavors.

[ooc: This thread's meant for Miku, but it's open to anyone interested in chatting with Cargn.]

For Kouji, the ship was getting weirder and weirder. From learning his world was possibly gone to finding his giant mecha in a hanger with a giant aircraft variable fighter carrier. At this point, he wouldn't be surprised at anything else anymore.

Having found his old motorcycle, Kouji drove across the City, trying to get his mind off of everything... that is, until he saw it.

The Photon Power Plant. It was home and a symbol of hope for his world. Where the greatest minds worked on using Photonic Energy to help the world, creating and refining the alloy Chogokin-Z and its derivatives.

Tearing his motorcycle towards the building, he hopped off and burst inside, finding the place somewhat of a mess. Flipping a switch, the lights inside kicked on. Kouji began looking around the place, trying to see what he could find. After awhile, he stopped and went for that omnicomm he got. He knew this place probably wouldn't do much for him, but for the others?