(Bendytimed to be after this but before Darksoul plot)

Dean had been going over his conversation with Wash, especially the part about not waiting. He was currently sitting on one of the couches in the Observation Deck, fidgeting with his hands. Sometimes drumming the fingers on his right hand on the armrest by him. Shame there wasn't much to see with the Bleed here. Be better with more stars. Right, can't get distracted now.

The main problem was, no matter what time he would say how he felt, it wasn't going to make a difference. He'd still be left behind someday. Always has, always will. But he couldn't stop thinking about her. How cute she looks, especially how her eyes crinkled up while checking a part on her ship, and there would be the tiniest smudge of grease on her cheek while she's beaming away. How when she was determined about something, she'd put her foot down, and fix this look that would make a grown man kowtow in five seconds. Those moments when she was sad, and you'd want to do everything in your power to make her smile again.

Yeah, yeah, he had it bad, he knew it, probably whole damn ship knew it. And Dean never was one for chick flick moments and crap. Not for him. Least that's what he'd tell himself, even as he'd bury any interest in such matters. It was different now. Everything was, and there were things he wanted to say about it.

But he'd have to do the one thing he most feared doing.

Opening up about some of the darker past so she had the option. To leave like everybody else has in his life.

Tana had ended up, during her walk around the ship, inside weapons and possessions. There was a little locker with her things in it, and she hadn't really gone through them there. She tossed them into her purse, and brought them to the obs deck for further inspection.

Yeah, it was a distraction, but at least it was a worthy one. Tana dumped the contents of the purse in her lap, nestled back on a far-flung couch where she wouldn't be in the way and rifled through her things.

Her huge, clunky cellphone didn't seem to be worse for the wear, considering she'd lost it in Alaska (not that she had a real reason to bring it there - cell service was virtually non-existent that far north). Tana pressed the power button and waited for it to load up, amused when it greeted her with tinny chime and a full battery.

"...I still have service?" She looked at the phone and frowned. That... that seemed weird. Tana looked around, shrugged and fished through her contacts until she landed on her brother's name. She hit the send button and held it to her ear, waiting. It rang once, and picked up dead air.

"Figures." Well, at least it'd make a nice paperweight.


[Technically for Superman, but if you want to bother Tana, just drop me a line. :>]

Normally it would have been the Sensoriums or even Kang's, but considering all of the madness that was going on with that damn demon possessing thing, she didn't want to be anywhere near those places. So it was hydroponics today, where they were less likely to be bothered and it pretty much acted as its own light show. As far as she was concerned, she could feel a little more relaxed here.

Which was why, for once, she was not here as Hit Girl.

The costume needed to be cleaned after her run in with Damion's demon Sasami, and right now she wasn't in the mood to be in the outfit, not when she had her epic fail fight. She'd been able to get bandaged pretty well, but all of that new information had thrown her for a loop. Sasami HAD a Pactio, HAD the boyfriend, and kicked her ass all in one sitting.

So now she was just waiting for Ruffnut, sitting beside a tree.

Atton Rand was lost. He'd been literally spat out of the wall and he vaguely remembered something about mazes and a voice talking to him about cake. Cake. He shook his head and glanced up at the walls surrounding him and immediately groaned, "...so much for this being nothing but a bad dream."

He clambered to his feet and dusted himself off - sure, the living suit was disgusting, but he had his blaster and his commlink. If memory served, there was a city around here somewhere too. Not to mention other people. HOw long had he been gone, anyway? Without pausing to try and think (because hey, who actually thinks), Atton set off for the city.

Or so he hoped. It took him about a half hour to get his bearings and finally get down there. But at least he wasn't surrounded by pulsing walls anymore. He flopped himself down on a bench next to some building and tried to take stock - he was on this giant ship going who knows where.

Surrounded by people he didn't even know.

Great.

It was silly to be nervous, but Aqua was. She knew that her circle of friends always had room for more, but she wasn't entirely sure how Ven and Sasami might react to one another. Ven had been her friend for a while, and they'd argued in their last meeting before the Keyblade Graveyard. And Sasami had practically adopted Aqua the moment they met. It made for uneasy ground.

But hopefully, things would be a little easier if she had Kairi there too. With them having a past connection, Ven might accept her easier, maybe Sasami would react well to another girl.

She just wished she didn't doubt herself so much lately.