There wasn't much on the ship that wasn't new and unusual to Yve. It was slightly overwhelming, and more than a little unsettling, to be completely out of one's own element. She'd blessedly managed to find her way to the armory, and found a suit of heavy mail to wear over the pulsing plant suit, but even with the small addition of armor she still felt largely out of sorts.

Anyone seeing her wandering the halls wouldn't notice, of course, she had gotten fairly good at keeping whenever she was unsure or even a little afraid clear from her face, and only the mabari warhound at her side constantly would be able to sniff out his mistress's discontent.

She'd situated herself in her own room in the crew quarters, but it was yet another strange and unusual place, so when she had the opportunity she found her way into the city. Many of the buildings were foreign and of a construct she'd never seen before, though the addition of stone and mortar was a little more comforting to her than the living flesh of the ship. In her exploration, she didn't expect to come across anything familiar.

But how surprised she was to find, in one corner of the city, Castle Cousland. She recognized it immediately, though she hadn't seen it in over a year. After all, she'd grown up in the castle, and as it was the unmistakable laurel wreath heraldry still hung above the front gates. She moved slowly into the remains of the castle, still partially destroyed from Howe's attack, it seemed. The memories were sharp and clear, finding Oren and Oriana's bodies, leaving her mother and father and so many others to certain death...

She entered the main hall, and moved to sit down on the edge of the dais, covering her face with her hands for a moment. Boulder whined softly and circled around her, before resting at her feet, and she absently reached out to stroke a hand over his broad head.

"Looks like it truly is just you and me now, boy."

If anyone were to walk into the sensoriums today they would find themselves stepping into an eerie scene.

A dark graveyard with mist settling along the uneven ground, tombs cracking and crumbling, dark leaf less trees reaching crooked limbs like claws, the pale moon peering out through the dark clouds casting shadows along everything hiding anything that might be lurking and waiting.

This was the special training round Beastboy had set up for the Outsiders, but anyone could happen upon it. He was lurking somewhere in this graveyard pulling the strings for now.

It didn't take long for Jayne to acquaint himself with the Drunken Dragon. No in fact from the moment Kaylee told him about it, fate conspired to move him there as swiftly as possible.

Because a drunk Jayne, was a tolerable Jayne...usually.

Drinking deep from his beer he hummed a little song under his breath that would be familiar to the crew of Serenity but likely no one else. In his intoxicated state he even mumbled a few of the words as he scanned the area to see who was about.

"The hero of canton the man they call...meeeeee."

There were loud tunes coming from the hangar again. Virus was over with, city's re-open, Sam's ok, and the only drawback is they got an archangel turned trickster turned human awake and wandering the ship now. Eh, he could think of worst people from his world to wake up. A lot worse.

So time to kick back with his tunes, and hang out with one of his favorite girls. (Kaylee being the other now.) There were still a few repairs remaining from the shore leave he hadn't a chance to get to until now.

So Dean was currently underneath his vehicle, checking over her undercarriage while his bootheels beat a rhythm to some Led Zeppelin.

He was also singing.

"RAMBLE ON... SING MY SONG. BEEN AROUND THE WORLD.."

Leaf had had a very bad...well, even she wasn't sure how long it had been since she had been stalking down the hallways. All she knew is that she had been taken away and sent on a mission to find 'cake'.

She still wasn't entirely sure what cake was, truth be told, and the scent she had kept following-but never actually found the source of-certainly didn't smell like anything natural. She had since decided that cake was of the Weaver, and the entire point of finding it was to kill it. But she wasn't about to complain about being released from her seemingly endless duty.

Leaf let out a snarl and shook herself before giving the air a few good sniffs, trying to reorient herself to her surroundings. Everything looked and largely smelled the same-it stank of apes and unnatural things, as always. That wasn't unexpected. She had more important things on her mind than apes, anyway. Throwing back her head, she let out a howl-where was the pack?

Those entering the sensoriums today would find themselves in an icy, windswept valley, numerous thickets of trees dotting the snow-covered ground. Out of one such thicket lumbers a massive beast, nearly five meters in height. It is powerfully built, and each step it takes causes the earth beneath to shudder.

The beast comes to a sudden halt, seeming to have heard something nearby. It sniffs the air, breath visible in the chilled wind.

There's a sudden rustle from a nearby thicket, and in a blur of motion, the massive form of the mighty white wolf Ulfrekkr lunged at the beast, tackling it to the ground. The lumbering brute was bewildered as it came crashing to the ground with a thundering boom, but in a second it recovered, and raised a meaty fist to slam down on Ulfrekkr's skull.

But before it could land the strike, another form dashed from the shadows, that of Harald Bloodsong, clothed in nothing but a pair of rugged wolfskin pants, and wielding only a rough, jagged hunting knife. In an instant, he leapt over Ulfrekkr, slamming his knife into the creature's skull in one swift stroke.

The beast shuddered for several seconds, before falling limp. Harald stands, steam rising from the blue blood that now coated his arm and knife.

He threw his head back and howled, Ulfrekkr rising to join him.

This was a good hunt.

The sensoriums had taken up the appearance of a fairly well-stocked kitchen, though the Occupant had mostly finished cooking his meal. The counter was covered in the major ingredients of most tex-mex food, though the meal in question was sitting somewhat apart from the pots and pans. Two soft tortillas, stuffed with meat, cheese, lettuce, and tomatoes, and then additionally stuffed with chips and nacho cheese, were resting on two plates as Ron simultaneously rustled up a soda and watched Rufus to make sure the naked mole rat didn't try to eat BOTH of the Nacos.

With the virus taken care of and things starting to calm back down, it seemed like a perfect opportunity for Lowe to get back to work.

By "work" meaning "fiddling with the various stuff in the Hangar". It always amazed him what new stuff appeared on-board from time to time. No sooner did he have the chance to look over the new ZAKUs and Windams did the new Mobile Suits - the ones known as Exia, "Double-Oh" and Deathscythe Hell (he'd admit it, it felt weird calling them "Gundams", especially since that's usually an OS) appeared. He'd have to wait to check them out - he didn't want their pilots to have a hissy fit.

Right now, he wanted to do another check over of the Serenity. Mostly to keep a promise he made to Kaylee, despite her feeling better. He patted the leg of the Astray Red Frame as he passed it, reaching the craft.

Hopefully one last go wouldn't hurt, right?