Alex generally didn't spend much time in the cafeteria, but Alice needed to eat normally even if Alex didn't. This time though, he had the Doctor with him as well. He lead them the whole way there, feeling a little reminiscent of his first day on the ship. Even though the two acted very different, there was something about them that felt the same. 

After instructing Stacy that he only wanted Alice's food, he turned back to the Doctor with a grimace. "I-it's p-probably not the best you've t-tasted, but it's m-made as a p-perfectly balanced diet, s-so at least I know Alice is e-eating healthy." Not that Alice could possibly eat the amount of food offered by the ship. Most of it ended up in his pockets and kept feeding her for a few more days. 

Alice, who had happily ridden on the Doctor's shoulder, took the first opportunity to jump over to Alex and climb down onto the tray. She didn't like the food here nearly as much as she did in the sensoriums, but it still was food, and she was hungry. She grabbed  onto the edge of the bowl the slop was served in and began gnawing at it enthusiastically.

After meeting people on the Observation Deck and determining that no one, by virtue of no one she had spoken with ever having seen a Keyblade before, that Sora, Riku, and Mickey were still asleep, Kairi had decided to find her way around the ship itself. She didn't know how long it would take until their worlds were restored, so she had decided to make the best of the situation and make herself at home the best she could.

That meant knowing where everything was, as well as finding someone who could show her how to properly use a sword. True, she'd play-fought with Sora, Riku, and the others on occasion as children, but they far outranked her in terms of actual skill. Not to mention fighting skills had never seemed important to her until recently. They had been just for play. Why would she need to take bashing each other over the head with toy swords as seriously as Riku and Sora always did?

Then her world had been devoured the first time around and she'd been proven wrong. And now? Well, she'd find someone to show her eventually. For now, her goal was figuring out where everything was and what it did.

This was how she eventually wound up in hydroponics late in what passed for afternoon here. True to the post she'd seen on the communications system, there were all kinds of plants here, many she had never seen before and took her time to admire.

It was then she spotted another person [your character] a little further away and smiled warmly at them.

"It's nice down here, isn't it?"

 After the events that have transpired thus far, and being unable to find any of his friends, Judau had not been in the proudest of states now. It didn't comfort him knowing that either everyone was either dead, or stuck in those pods he had came from. For now, waiting patiently was the only thing he could do...But he even failed at that. At least back in Shangri-La, when he had to work, work was more fun than simply sitting on his own thumbs and hoping for something to happen.

Thus explained his second venture into the hangar. There were plenty of Gundams around indeed, each one earning several seconds of gawking at before Judau ran towards the next. But he had not been interested in taking them out instead of his own machine. no matter how colorful or cool their designs had been. Were he still a junk dealer, his mindset would scream at him to take them for himself and sell them for a gigantic profit, one big enough to set him up for life. Tempting as it was, without Leina or any of his friends, it wouldn't do him much good anyway. Currency was good here, sure, but it wasn't enough for him to accomplish his goals.

Upon reaching the further depths of the hangar, there he saw it: The ZZ Gundam at long last. The rest of the machines around it were of little concern now, for Judau had found the one thing he had sought all this time. Even better, it had been repaired! With an ever growing smirk, he rushed to his old machine. Even without his pilot suit, Judau climbed the mecha and onto its chest. His hand pressed the button on the side, wasting no time in getting in there and activating the slumbering mech after all this time.

He moved over to the chair once he stepped in side, sitting atop of it and pressing the buttons to activate the machine. His grin grew even wider as the Gundam lit up, eyes flashing and the inside of the cockpit lighting up. Simply seeing it had brought back quite a few memories, even during the time he had piloted the Zeta Gundam before Roux ended up having to do that job. The cameras adjusted, showing him everything outside of the machine; he always did love the 360 cameras. Gripping the controls, he prepared to move the ZZ.

"Sorry guys, but I gotta do this," he said. "Sitting around here isn't my style! Judau Ashta, ZZ, launch---"

And before he could even prepare those words or fire up the engine, the ZZ Gundam powered down, causing a blackout inside of the cockpit, ceasing the functions of the cameras as well. Judau stared straight forward, jaw-dropped in absolute disbelief over what had just transpired. His eye twitched, and he had grown far too annoyed of all of this.

"You have gotta be kidding me..." he muttered, before finally shouting. "They didn't even bother to recharge the power supply!? What the hell is the point in even storing it if they didn't do that!?"

And so plan B had failed miserably as well. All Judau could do was slump back in his seat and give a sigh of defeat. There was one sliver of good news now: he knew what he could do around the ship for time being.

Karis could tell she was going to hate this place. But exploration and pointed questions had brought her to the Sensoriums. After some experimentation (and some explanation from the weird ship construct), she'd grasped the purpose of it. And she'd started poking at it. She'd summoned up half-remembered battlefields and the cold reaches of Northrend. She'd wandered the halls of the Undercity for a time, rebuilt from inside of her head and out of her memories.

It was extremely disconcerting to think that it was gone forever. She knew nothing lasted, after all, but she'd never imagined it to be gone within her lifetime (so to speak), wiped out by something she'd never had a chance to fight, the world gone with a whimper instead of with a blazing last stand against the forces of the Legion. She'd wandered through the eerily empty roads of Loraderon - no familiar patrols, no Forsaken hurrying to the Undercity on business, no Blood Elf diplomats. Nothing.

And then she'd settled on one memory. A dilapidated farm house, falling apart, windows smashed in. The fields outside overgrown with weeds and other plants. The barn nothing but a scorched ruin, burned out long ago. A fine mist covers everything, making it all damp. Karis stands at the edge of the field, leaning on her poleaxe, immobile, as she looks at the house across the way. 

This too was gone.

What a day. Just... holy crap, what a day. Tavros had been unexpectedly sent away on a strange mission, one that had forced him to question his very identity. Though he'd arrived back on Stacy, safe and sound except for a small cut on his arm, he hadn't really had a chance to process everything that happened before more people were released from the pods. The obs deck quickly filled with exotic creatures and familiar faces, and Tavros of course got himself lost in all the confusion.

Meeting all those new people and running into some of his troll friends had been great, but eventually the deck became a bit too difficult to navigate in a wheelchair. After one last look around for Alice -- he never expected Alex to show up -- Tavros absconds to the blocks. It's good to be back in the little room he's come to call home. It's empty, but he figures Alex will drop back in eventually.

In the meantime, he heads for the gaming table and sorts through his Fiduspawn cards.

Man, he missed these too.

All things considered, it's good to be back.