Retreating back to the hotel, Katara could feel those overwhelming feeling of despair and whys me's echoing in the back of her head, but they didn't play to the surface. So Will was back. So she knew Matt would be conflicted, would have to decide what he wanted to do. Well she had a decision too. She could let him go, or she could tell Matt something different. In any case, part of her tried to insist their world was theirs, and she had no say. But Katara had too much training to allow herself to give up like this: she was a fighter, and she cared for everything that made an impact to her: and that was why she decided what she would do before she started her exercises.

Here it was simply the pool water in the hotel, but real water was a bit more of a comfort than artificial water from the Sensoriums. She wanted to bend it, move it as it should: for her, water had always been her calming space and her anchor. No matter where she went, it would be the link to her people, distinguish her on the ship.

Katara of the Southern water Tribe.

She was so caught up in her quiet streaming she wouldn't even notice someone approaching.

Kang didn't think he'd ever been this shaken up before in his entire life. He hadn't even been able to shove it aside long enough to handle answering questions during podpop; he'd tried, but only having been back for a half hour... it wasn't enough time. So, he'd left, to try and get his head straight enough to be able to give his report to Captain Kennedy.

Still, he knew that the captain had definitely picked up on it. He'd slipped a few times.

Practicing with his weapons against imaginary foes in the Sensoriums hadn't helped; neither had taking a two hour long walk through a part of the City that had previously been unexplored. He didn't feel like dealing with other people yet, but he didn't want to go back to his room, either.

However, it was late enough that Kaylee was probably closing up the tavern by then. He could deal with her, at least, and having a drink or five was incredibly tempting. Being in a place from home would probably help him with sorting out the memories, too--

--except for the fact that there was a sprig of mistletoe hanging in the doorway, and he now knew exactly what the tradition was.

Kang froze in the doorway, staring up at the sprig with an odd, almost confused expression.

With the meet and greet done and over with, Sonic finally had time to escape and see what the ship had to offer. Sokka's comment about how big this ship was was more than enough to pique Sonic's interest as it was - he's ran across at least two worlds, why not add a third?

Making his way to the City, Sonic's first stop was to find one of the City's highest points (which was the nearby Citadel of Kandrakar) and looked out from there. The sight of the City and what laid in it caused the hedgehog to let out an impressed whistle.

"Man, they thought of everything, didn't they?" Sonic said to himself (having left Caliburn back in his quarters). "I wonder if they have some of my old romping grounds..." Indeed, it would be interesting to find Tails' Workshop or the Master Emerald Shrine... or even one of Eggman's old bases. "Well, can't find out standing around here! Let's see what I can find!" With that, Sonic made his way back down to street level and raced off, seeing what he could find... and what kind of trouble he can get into!

(OoC: Just a note - if you want Sonic to run into someone somewhere specific, just say it! He's gonna be racing across the City like there's no one's business!)

Giles sighed as he got to his feet after plopping down onto the floor of the living area.

"Bloody games and tricks...and all for nothing." he grumbled. Not that he ws as fond of cake as his young friends, but with his normal diet consisting mostly of bland slop these days, anything was a welcome treat, even if it had to be obtained by running through a maze. Only,it had been a lie.

(open post is open)

Setsuna had shown her the way to the hangar after she had woken up on this ship and now she was going to look over the Virtue and 00 Raiser. If the suits were there, then she could take a look over them and make sure that they were indeed fully repaired and ready to fight if they were needed. She was also curious about these other 'Gundams' and wanted to see just what they looked like and possibly meet some of the other pilots.

She didn't have the Red Haro with her as she walked into the hangar and looked around. She spotted Exia, the 00 Raiser and Virtue immediately. They were familiar to her since she had worked on them before. She didn't recognize any of the other suits in the hangar. They were different than what she was used to seeing. They had similar builds to the Gundams that she knew, but they were all different.


(OOC: Open to any of the pilots!)

Well, Ruffnut would be anyway. Hit Girl couldn't and definitely wouldn't drink anything alcoholic: as far as she knew, drinking dulled the senses, and that was something she couldn't afford. Maintaining the persona of two different people on the ship was no easy job, and it required her remembering herself and what she could and could not say.

Instead, she'd save a spot for her sparring partner to pop over and talk and converse. If the barmaid came over, she guessed she could order a soda or something. If anyone else wanted to converse with a ten year old girl wearing a superhero outfit though, they were more than welcome.

Rhiow was in good spirits.

Ever since Arhu had come out of the pods, she'd felt encouraged. Her wizardry felt firmer. There had been a good amount of dark happenings on Stacy as of late, so seeing so many friends return put the spring back into her step.

It helped that she continued to get better at fishing. She trotted into the Drunken Dragon as she always did, with her tail high like she owned the place. One light leap and she was on the bar. They had taken to leaving a dish for her at her customary corner, which made it easier on all of them.

She put the fish down and tucked in, licking her whiskers.

For the keen-eared to hear, there's shouting and loud voices coming from the lab opening cut high in the side of the Jedi Temple. Those new to the area, or possibly GLADOSed for an extended period of time -- in short, those who haven't learned to tune this sort of thing out -- might even be able to make out words, if they listened.

"No! That was not a command!"

"Command entered! This section of the laboratory is now being guarded against all intruders."

"Oh, for the sake of--"

"Warning! Intruder, leave the premises or face the wrath of arcane fury!"

"...I'm an intruder. In my own laboratory. You've got to be--"

"You have ten seconds to comply!"

"End instruction! Keyword: Sielwode."

"Keyword override is locked out for protection. You have 5 seconds!"

A few seconds passed.

"Why does it always have to end like this?"

A moment later, flame belched out of the laboratory opening, as a low thump heralded the fireball's detonation. Another moment later, the elf drifted out of the cut and to the ground, waving away the smell of brimstone and scorched defective golem with a miserable look on his face.