He was fidgeting, conscious enough of every move he made to know he was fidgeting.

But even if he knew he was doing it, he couldn’t make himself stop. Just the simple fact that he was moving his fingers, and Iniss wasn’t commenting on it in the back of his head was enough to make the motion repetitive, a nervous habit.

It had been a long day. It had been a long…god…forever.

Somehow he didn’t see it ending any time soon.

And now he was getting other people involved. God, when had his life gotten this pathetic?

He felt empty, and every time he grew conscious of it, his stomach flip-flopped. It was his body. People kept telling him that, at least. So why was it so hard to remember that someone else wasn’t supposed to be the one directing it?

He swallowed roughly, staring at the door and trying to remind himself that Sam had said it was ok. And Sam wouldn’t have said it was ok if he didn’t mean it.

He still felt like a bother. He should be able to fix this by himself.

He finally managed to lift his hand, knocking softly at the Winchester’s door.

In the time that Katara had spent on Stacy, she was plagued by those who left who she couldn't really remember anymore: it was only bits and pieces, like retaining what was taught to her and not faces or names. But Luna had been someone she'd befriended when she first arrived here, and knowing someone as unique as her had really made her feel better about being on Stacy in the first place. There was a time to be sad about things like that, and she had already seen how that was on Alex's end, so she decided she was going to do something proactive, something to remember Luna by.

For that reason she was in the Outsiders' headquarters, specifically Luna's room, getting started on a sketch of the girl before starting to fill it in with color. She's warned the others ahead of time she was doing this, not that any of them really seemed to mind: they had liked Luna too. She doubted she would be disturbed, as not too many knew about the Outsiders hideout unless they were on the team themselves, but she'd be happy to talk to anyone anyway if they had a question. For now the whole room was covered in a tarp to avoid dripping paint on the floor, Katara in a face mask to prevent too much exposure to the fumes.

She was already halfway done coloring her hair and was starting in on the flower she decided to sketch in Luna's hair. She thought it had looked pretty.

When Luis was 9, he'd collected a small terrarium of insects in a jam jar and successfully kept his miniature ecosystem alive for several months. One day, he found the bugs lying dead at the bottom of the jar and it was nearly impossible to console him.

"Lucho, no puedes controlar la vida," his grandfather had told him. "Sólo Dios puede hacer eso." Humans could never hope to overpower God, and those who tried it usually got what they deserved in the end.

Those words were an uncomfortable cadence in his head as he headed out of contagion for the first time in what felt like a month. Luis had been exhausted before, but rarely did he get like this, feeling more like the walking dead than even he usually did. Having the lives of other people in your hands grew very tiring very quickly, and he longed for the days when all he had to worry about at work were the petri dishes full of paramecium. If they died, things went on as normal. They didn't cause guilt.

But how dare he think like that? He didn't deserve to be spared the guilt of his actions. The past was in the past, but no matter how many times he told himself that, memories were not so easy to lose. Since he'd woken up on this ship, it was all he could do to throw himself at project after project in the hopes he'd eventually find atonement, but now that this particular project was coming down to the wire, he feared the weight of more lives on his shoulders.

Everything was quiet, the kid was peacefully sleeping for the first time in weeks, the computer was chugging along in its simulation to calculate dosage and voltage, and Luis figured it'd be best for everyone (and his own sanity) if he got out of there and tried to get his mind off things.

So he sat on the obs deck, doing shots of Jack Daniels and staring into the Bleed. Luis was determined to continue this activity until he realized the existential absurdity of angsting over his insignificant life, or until he was too plastered to do so at all.

Walking through the city after leaving the Drunken Dragon, Jamie was unusually quiet. He hoped Billy wouldn't mind the lack of conversation too much, but he was still trying to wrap his mind around the idea of being a Ranger.

It was an odd one, he thought. Even though Billy had explained how things worked to an extent, there was rather a lot behind the concept of morphing that was beyond his ken - and he still didn't quite believe that he would suddenly know things he didn't before. Still, he had seen plenty of new things during his travels with the Doctor, so how much different could this be?

The door to the Sensoriums loomed suddenly in front of him, causing Jamie to blink momentarily. Was he here already? That was quick.

Well, he supposed, he was about to find out just how strange things were going to get.

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It had been a few days, now, since Rachel had arrived on the ship-- and since the initial excitement that came with her arrival, it had been... at least a little bit calmer. She'd gotten everything (or at least the important stuff) figured out, now, she thought. And it seemed like now it was a period of relative calm.

Frankly, Rachel was bored.

Maybe she should have been glad that they weren't fighting the Ohm or whatever, but then she wouldn't be called crazy would she? She was just anxious to finish this fight, so that she could hopefully save their world and go back to finish the other war she was stuck in. The stakes were getting higher and higher, it looked like. At least her friends were here for their usual team. So there was no way that they'd lose. And at least they had Cassie's place, so she was in familiar territory.

Too bad the ship didn't have a mall.