Alex held his hand up to his head, making pained noises and chanting, "Ah! Ah! Ah! C-cold!" Even though he was wincing in pain, he was smiling. Ice-cream. Just as he remembered it. So cold it could make your head hurt, and so sweet that they ought to check that you had dental insurance before you bought it. At least, his was that sweet.

He had re-created Central Park for Luna, and they were sitting on a bench near the horse and buggies, having just gotten ice-cream by flagging down the truck before it headed further down the road for the park's vehicle entrance.

Birthday Cake wasn't a flavour ice-cream trucks normally had, but this was his sensorium projection, so this truck had a particularly large selection of flavours. Of course he would have his personal favourite among them.

And what would a day at the park be without someone to share it with? That was why he had invited Luna with him, saying that he had in idea for some place they could go for a date in the sensoriums.

He smiled at her through his brain-freeze and laughed, just happy that he was getting a chance to be with her, ice-cream in central park or not.

Unfortunately, Billy knew, there was no sufficiently large space on the ship for Stacy to allow a true test of the bright and colorful death mecha the Power Rangers knew as the Thunderzords. With some help from Lash he'd run repairs and diagnostics on each one, and he was reasonably sure that they would be in working order when the need to use them arose, but there was no way to get around this first test's artificial nature.

Zord usage wasn't particularly dangerous, but it might make a decent safety precaution. Billy took solace in that much as he morphed and prepared.

Once the Sensorium was his for the next hour or two, Billy set about the preparations. The scenery changed to a dusty California desert, much like the one that hid the Command Center on his world. In a wide circle around the meeting place, the six Thunderzords rose up in all their intimidating height. Behind the Tigerzord was Dustin's Lionzord, which would serve as a model during the lesson if the Wind Ranger was willing. Raised about two stories off the ground was a round desert platform for audience members, which would elevate and move to follow the battle's actions as needed.

Billy had a monstrous opponent in mind, one that he hoped would be a good preliminary challenge. Now it was his time to roll his helmet in his hands, stand, and wait, hoping that this lesson wouldn't end in disaster.

((The main part of the log is closed to the Rangers, but audience participation and mocking is encouraged! Billy deliberately left the door open so the other crew members could see what they can do and maybe offer advice.))

Okay, Vikings didn't make any sense to him.

Unqualified support without more than a fractionally basic understanding of the situation? That wasn't just weird for demons, it was weird for humans too. Normally he'd just laugh at their obliviousness and go about his business--

But that wouldn't work this time. One of the perils of taking on a human as an apprentice was the necessity of not pushing the human too far into behavior outrageous for them, but not particularly noteworthy to a demon. Now, when he'd been training Salome Having never dealt with this sort of thing with anyone IMPORTANT OR MEANINGFUL IN THE SLIGHTEST, Zetta wasn't about to simply write off the matter. Plus they seemed to worship gods of some sort, and those sort of people usually frowned on things like blasphemy and whatnot.

So the Overlord approached the forge, or more accurately, Zetta's minion lugged the Sacred Tome towards the forge as the face on its front looked over the building to assess it.