Matt had indeed taken note of the directed post and the growing argument that was quickly becoming in a sided manner. He himself had been debating things about this, and had done everything from creating an astral drop to talk to, as well as pacing. In the end, he had taken a DVD from one of Kandor's stocks and slid it into the machine.

Leaning back in his chair, Matt's hands were folded in front of him as he watched an episode of Sliders, specifically My Brother's Keeper, an episode dealing with clones using as spare parts.

"What do you think?" inquired Matt softly as the episode ended.

His counterpart sat across from him, drinking tea with a monocle. "If you ask me old chap, I think we need to sit down with everyone and talk with them."

"Quite right," muttered Matt as he took up his own tea cup, took a sip and shared a moment with his astral drop.

The sun had set on the illusion of the Kent farm in the Sensoriums. The stars were out in a big, clear Kansas sky. During the night-time, the sky here could be just as beautiful--and expansive--as it was during the day.

Kon was in the barn, leaning against the window-sill, looking out on the night sky. The moon was good practice for his telescopic vision, and it was perfectly rendered here, every basin, ridge and lunar mare.

Mostly, he just didn't want to see anyone right now, after the business with Mei-Xing's clone. He was getting sick of the wait, but terrified of what the decision would be.

"Oh no," Woody said, feeling around the vicinity of his neck to see what'd popped there as Kaylee spirited him away. He couldn't tell how many stitches it was, but there was some fluff sticking out. Had the fabric ripped or was it just a popped seam?

"How bad is it? Is it bad?"

The doll was still trembling a little, after nearly having his head torn off. How he could tremble without muscles, who knew, but he could.

One of the few downsides of having brain powers was that you really couldn't let your mind wander. This held true, even for Julian. Despite his normally flippant and flirty attitude, he always kept his powers on a very tight leash.

Perhaps that was part of the reason for the attitude to begin with. He had to restrain his powers, so maybe he let personality run wild to compensate.

It's possible, but that was neither here nor there.

Still, even he needed to relax that part of his mind every now and again. He had a lot on his mind anyway, some decompressing would do him some good.

He could have chosen a sensorium, but elected for a rather quiet spot in the city instead and let his powers uncork. There was no explosion, no sudden lifting of buildings, or anything nearly as destructive as that. Just a strange green glow as energy started to pour out of him, slowly swirling around him in a free flowing current. He allowed himself to be enveloped by it, to float in it, and to relax that way for just a little while.