The past few days have been a whirlwind for Cagalli. Her home, gone, her people, gone... a mysterious ship beyond her comprehension her only salvation. Others too, including many of her friends by some stroke of impossible luck (or was it?).

Having her brother, her best friend, and others she knew here for her kept her together long enough to get her bearings. She had to figure out what this place was like and how things worked, and then find a way to be as useful as she could be. Awe at what was happening and what this place was could only occupy her for so long - she needed to find a job to do before she started thinking too much again.

So far: The food sucked, the living quarters were boring, the hangar and hydroponics were awesome... and she still hadn't checked out anywhere near the whole ship. How anyone made an organic ship, and how they made it this big... she'd probably never know.

Deciding to try something new, she looked at the 'comm ring.' She'd heard the explanation, but had yet to try it out, as busy as she was. First, she sent it a general thought - 'Everyone'. Would that work? On top of that she thought of everyone she'd run into so far, the people she knew as well as the Koopa King and Allenby, hoping that it would prioritize the 'everyone' and then if that didn't work...

She was confusing herself. Time to think at it some more! "Hello? Am I using this right? Can anyone hear me? This is Cagalli Yula Atha, Chief Representative of Orb," she introduced herself. It felt appropriate for a message of this scale.

[OOC: Cagalli's testing out the comm rings from whatever random hallway she happened to get the idea in, though she'll be moving into and through the city as she talks because standing around in a hallway the whole time is boring. Feel free to run into her instead of ringing her!]

Sofia had gone to one of the Sensorium rooms to try out several ideas for prom. She still needed to call everyone together to organize the event, but she wanted to try things out by herself just so she'd have an idea.

She'd all ready gone through several versions with different themes. From elaborate and intricately decorated ballrooms to simpler ideas. Right now she was done to the bare bones of the room, clearing it before going to the next idea. There some tables in the corner, a buffet (with no food at the moment), and balloons scattered around the place.

Sofia looked around, her expression blank at first but then hardening. The air around her swirled, picking up speed until it could be heard. And then she lashed out. The balloons were tossed around, soon joined by the tables and chairs, and then the buffet itself. There were loud popping sounds as the balloons collided against the chairs and tables. Then the wind ripped the furniture apart. The storm didn't stop until everything was ripped into pieces. Sofia let it all fall to the ground. She stood in the middle of the wreckage. Silent.

Alone again.

He had put it off long enough, gathering his thoughts and working out a battle strategy. He had made plan after plan and he rumbled towards the Outsiders building on a RideVendor that Phillip had gotten for him from the vehicle hangar.

Undoing his helmet and pulling his gloves off, he went into the lobby and paged for Katara. He had a plan, and this plan involved forgetting everything he planned.

Yeah, he was going to wing it.

Anwei was jumping around the Hub - literally. With firm strokes of her arms and legs, she leaped from tentacle-base to tentacle-base, circling the vast room. Her hair fluttered wildly around her head in the anti-grav field, and she was sweating a little with the exertion.

She'd kept up a running commentary to Stacy about what she was doing in the back of her throat – the same way she used to talk to Horanckk. When Stacy suggested she try the Sensoriums for exercise, though, she demurred. The idea of rooms that could take things out of her mind and make them real made her shiver.

After three complete circuits of the Hub, she came to a halt and consulted her omnicom, which had been filming the whole time. Carefully, she marked the tunnels that were never entered by passers-by, the tentacles that hung limp rather than undulating. Someday, maybe soon, she would want to see if she could get into those unused tunnels, and see what might be in there. But for now, she rolled up her denim shirt and tied it to a tentacle with some blue string (making extra certain that all the pockets were sealed), marked out a large triangle on the wall with that same string, and began something that looked like dancing.

It was not dancing. It was drill for free-fall unarmed combat. Her arms and legs moved in long coordinated scything motions, her fingers grabbing and clawing at imaginary opponents (she was not grabbing with her toes because of the binding material of her plantsuit). In her ears she remembered her drill instructor bellowing as it criticized every falter and hesitation. She deliberately did not think of her first dance instructor and his tiny, cutting whip.

When she drifted out into the flow of traffic, she used her tie-line to move back against the wall and start again. It would be pretty obvious to anyone watching that she was doing some sort of structured exercise.

For Vivio, things seemed to be one big roller coaster. Her parents had come back a little shaken from their mission just in time to greet the new arrivals. The excitement of seeing those like Arf, Yuuno and Signum was dampened by news of Precia arriving. She opted to bow out, confused on how to confront her - between meeting a new family member and wanting to punch her face in, she took a third option and left.

Now settled back into the Media Library, she began going through her usual routines, shoving away various data disks and putting back the pads where they belong. She stopped as she noticed another addition and sighed, pulling it out and hiding it. "...why does Stacy want everyone to see this?"