Phillip had returned to the sensoriums, deciding to test on a theory that he was putting together. It was true that without Shotarou around, he was unable to become Double, but at the same time, the use of the solid projections caused him to want to test out if he still could.

Bringing up a recreation of the Narumi Detective Agency was easy enough, and both Shotarou and Akiko faded into view with Ryuu at the counter, making coffee. Everything seemed to be in order, down to the last thing with Akiko reading a fashion magazine and Shotarou tapping on the classic typewriter at his desk.

"Oi, Phillip, something on your mind?" inquired Shotarou from the side.

"Ah. Just wanted to test something out. Transform with me will you?"

The Shotarou construction blinked. "What now?" He rolled his eyes. "Geez you're so impulsive at times."

"An experiment, Phillip?" inquired Ryuu and Akiko had set down her magazine, oddly quiet.

"Something like that." The conversation was meaningless, but it was how Phillip expected the constructs to react. He opened up the case he held and handed Shotarou the driver.

"Right." said Shotarou as he attached the belt. To Phillip's concern, the second did not appear so he attached it himself. This furthered the theory that a new link had to be forged with a new person. Shotarou picked up the Memory and clicked it as Phillip did the same. CYCLONE!

JOKER!

"Henshin!" chorused the pair as Phillip plugged his in and it went to Shotarou. But instead of passing out, Phillip watched as Shotarou's construct transformed into CycloneJoker. "I thought so," said Phillip sadly.

So, if a fight broke out, he couldn't lure his opponent to the sensoriums and transform with a construct Shotarou. How disappointing.

"AH! Phillip hasn't passed out!" exclaimed Akiko loudly who had gotten into position to catch his limp body.

It all broke out into bedlam from there.

The entire hangar was nearly shaking from the power of the subwoofer. Loud rock music, possibly centuries or more outdated for most here, blasted from a single source in one side of the hangar. Obnoxious and loud, anyone who'd met him already could probably tell who was causing this ruckus- if their ears weren't already ringing from being situated right by his Gundam.

"Don't mind her playing a demon
Long as it's with me!
If this is hell then you could say
It's heavenly!"

The braided self-appointed deathgod screamed along with the scratchy tones of Bon Scott (may he rest in peace), thumping and drumming on his Gundam's console as he worked on weapons calibrations, among other things he'd had on his to do list- such as upgrades that he'd learned in the Sensorium were sorely needed.

Any of the mobile suits, or even other machines a little ways from the grouping of mobile suits, were probably rattling from the decibel level. Duo himself remained completely oblivious to the possible annoyance he was causing, sliding out of his pilot seat to air guitar on the cockpit's open platform as he checked on a connected laptop sitting out by the edge- he was even wearing shades. Inside a ship. In a cockpit.

He was just that cool.

To say that Marco was panicking right now would be a bit of an understatement.

His mother was here. And he still had no idea whether she was free, or still a Controller. But he had to know. He had to.

Which is why he'd morphed Osprey and was now flying around the hallways like a crazy bird, trying to find Elfangor's room in the hopes that the Andalite would be able to use his Council position sort this out once and for all.

Oh yes, great plan Marco. Convince Elfangor to sneak around the rest of the Council, get your mother thrown in the brig for three days, and hope some other naive idiot doesn't decide to wreck everything. Yes, that's really going to work.

[[Bendytimed to after quarantine is lifted]]

An elf floated over the city, trying to find something called a Jedi Temple.

Every so often, he dipped down, to investigate this or that building. After a few false starts he'd come to realize that his idea of "temple" had absolutely no bearing whatsover on this vast hive of confusion and bizarre architecture, so he'd settled for investigations of likely spots or sources of magical energy.

It is entirely possible that a person could say hello, at such a time.

After a while of this, though, Aibghalien finally decided that, potential risks aside, some expenditure of magic might be called for in this case. Coming to an abrupt halt in midair, he made a few passes, chanted a few phrases, then shot off again with a much more purposeful mien.

A few minutes later he dropped from the sky to enter the Jedi Temple, and set out to look for the open office door of one Lady Nanoha.

She stepped into the little pool slowly, but the ripples still sent the fish at the edge of the pool darting away in flickers of silver. Hydroponics, which had never been as noisy as the fields of a real planet or an agricultural colony, was even quieter than usual; the rustle of people moving between leaves and the clamor of voices had noticeably faded as more of the crew disappeared into quarantine. Quarantine. For several days, she hadn’t been able to shake a nagging feeling… that she ought to have entered the city to help, somehow. But the idea of falling sick again was more frightening than the idea of the Ohm. She couldn’t let her body betray her again. She wouldn’t let her body betray her again.

And then something new had swept the rest of her worries away: Ranka was gone.

She moved deeper into the water, reveling in its coolness after so long in the hangar’s heat. It seemed to right to come here after she’d realized that the girl had disappeared. There was a cluster of bright yellow ponpon there, just across the pool, that she’d always associated with Ranka, and besides, Hydroponics was the closest Stacy had to the beautiful colony Ranka had lived on, or to the vast blue planet they’d landed on together. In away, Sheryl took the place as a promise that they’d see those places some other time. Ranka… Alto… everyone from Frontier… places like this still exist. And I’ll do whatever it takes for us to see them again. Sheryl breathed deeply, taking in the smells of thousands of plants from hundreds of worlds. If this place had sent Ranka to sleep again, there was one last thing Sheryl could do for her.

Brera had said, once, that humans were alone wherever they went. But Ranka didn’t have to be. Sheryl remembered sitting in the Saotome mansion, the sound of a warm lullaby that had never reached her ears. No matter how far below Ranka was in those caverns, this particular lullaby could reach her, too. She placed her hands over her stomach, trusting in the bacteria there to carry a million calm, warm feelings, and opened her mouth to sing.

“Aimo aimo
Neder rushe
Noina miria
Ender prodea
Fotomi.

Drift with me, the ocean’s soft and warm.

Lulei, luleia
Waves dance across the ocean like birds in the sky
Lulei, luleia
Sleep now, sleep now, the sea’s here for you.

Aimo, aimo
Neder rushe
Noina miria
Ender prodea
Fotomi.

Drift with me, the ocean’s soft and warm.”

She felt heavy, tired, and more than a little alone, but, standing shin-deep in the pool, she also felt as though a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. “Until later,” she murmured to the air with a sad smile, “sweet dreams, Ranka-chan.”

Dustin being well... Dustin, decided to help out with the City people to see if anyone needed help. Because that's what Dustin does, he helps. So despite the brief painful encounter with a stranger as he headed to the City, he was ready to help. Even if he felt a tad weird, almost a clammy feeling in his head. He arrived at entrance and moved quickly

"Man, that little guy can sure bite hard..." He said very annoyed at the pain.

While doing a more search through his Gundams, Setsuna had come across a couple of interesting things. The first was an old flight suit of his, which had been tucked away with a few other emergency supplies. It was too small for him these days, though he knew of someone who might be able to use it, and left it in the pilot seat of a certain Gundam. And he may have changed a few of the settings while he was in there...

One of the other things he found, though, that was much more interesting, was a stowaway in the 0-Raiser's cockpit in the form a red Haro. A completely deactivated red Haro. This was something of a boon, as it would allow him to run more complex diagnostics on his suits, not to mention it could manage the Raiser System in lieu of a pilot.

He just needed to get it working, first.

Which is why Setsuna wasn't in the hangar, for once, which is where he had practically been living since he ended up on this ship. For the moment, he was in Engineering, where he had claimed a small space to work. A few parts of Haro were spread over the table, but anyone who needed room to work still had plenty.

Once he got started, the repairs went relatively smoothly, but were also going terribly slowly. He had the schematics in front of him (thankfully, those had still been stored in the 00's system), and while he could follow them, he wasn't a mechanic.

He'd probably be there for a while.