Like so many who had been involved with the dark soul possessions Beastboy was feeling particularly lousy. But he knew sitting around feeling sorry for himself wasn't going to make anything better so he set out to find Starfire and apologize.

And if he were run into anyone else, well he was a bit of a social butterfly these days.

 So, she'd gone and passed out and gotten quite a lot of sleep. Since then, she'd been doing her best to catch up in terms of training and preparedness. Apparently there was a new group of people flying things called Mobile Suits (which were basically like Evas, except smaller and not as good) and they had their own group.

Or something.

Asuka wouldn't have wanted to work with them anyway. Unit 02 needed no backup! At least, that was her thought. But it'd been a while since she'd taken it out for a spin (and what had ever happened to that guy who was working on a fusion generator for her). She'd have to look into that. Again. At least she wouldn't have to go through basic.

She adjusted her duty jacket, perched on the shoulder of her Eva in the hangar bay. The entry plug was deployed - out and waiting for her climb into it if she wanted, but the damn thing wasn't ready for that yet. She needed LCL, a whole support network, so many things that she didn't have at the moment. She groused to herself and then headed for the catwalk surrounding the monstrous machine. Maybe she should go poke at her X-Wing instead. 

Hayate was ever so peaceful in the hydroponics. The over lapping leaves of plants crowded together gave an atmosphere brimming with life; what's more, it was relatively quiet and calm. All in all, it was the perfect place to enjoy reading some poetry, especially poetry celebrating nature. It was an act of idealism; there was so little of the nature she was used to around here.

She crunched on little celery she picked, and swallowed, fingers flipping another page. She cleared her throat and read quietly aloud, but in the otherwise almost silent seclusion, it was audible.

A saturated meadow,
Sunshaped and jewel-small,
A circle scarely wider
Than the trees around are tah--tah, aachcoo!"



Her sneeze howls out with ear-splitting loudness, cracking the screen of her digital reader. "Ahhh!!" By comparison to the sneeze, her panicked cry was almost quiet. Or maybe the sneeze was downright deafening.



Her jaw dropped as she stared down at her damaged screen. What is this, Hayate doesn't even

... It's kind of legible on the top half still... she sniffled...

((Hayate has these effects on her right now; feel free to IM me about permissions or planning via my AIM : lichifruit, or to send a message to airgeargaigar ))

It took a lot more than she had expected for Kaylee to finally work up the nerve to go back to the tavern. Even when she was fairly sure she had worked up the nerve and had walked herself down to the city, it still took her another giant gulp of nerves to push the door open and walk inside. Kang wanted to talk, and she knew what he wanted to talk about. Every inch of her was dreading that talk, but it was going to have to happen eventually.

She paused to readjust her tool bag, then cleared her throat. "Kang?"

The tavern was uncomfortably quiet, and Kaylee shuffled her feet as she walked past the tables toward the back room. It was hard fight against the urge to just turn around and walk back out, but she managed it. Slowly, she stepped through the doorway.

"Kang? You here?"

After checking up on things, and hearing from Kaylee, Dean headed over to the Tavern. He snuck in to find a seat toward the back, though tricky to order drinks when you don't want to talk to the owner and head barkeep of the place.

He wanted plenty of drinks in him and available if Jayne did stop by to get some answers about what happened. He knew their universe don't have anything like this so it was more educating the civvies again.

That and he felt the urge to get seriously drunk.

Awesome birthday. Really. (Even if he was barely aware of it.)

(open but ping first please, thank you)

After putting in two long days of work to compensate for the time he missed during the darksoul's assault, Billy was finally ready to deal with work of a more delicate matter. Emotion and the heart. And unlike most damaged objects that Billy encountered, he couldn't fix hearts and relationships with a welding torch and some elbow grease. He needed to take a more subtle approach.

While he'd slept during that time protecting Kaylee, his dreams had recalled the past. He remembered lazy afternoons in Angel Grove with his best friends, talking about anything and everything over a refreshing smoothie from the juice bar. They were some of his favorite conversations.

And with that, the beginnings of an idea started to form in his mind.

The steps were simple. Take some slop to the Sensoriums, form it into one of those beverages he remembered so fondly, and then find a nice place to serve them and talk. The juice bar was right out---too bright, too full of memories, and who was he to attempt to replace Ernie? A quiet park was a better choice. He imagined gentle green hills, the lake sparkling just beyond, and a round garden table with comfortable chairs. For a musical touch, there was a distant wind chime blowing in the breeze. Finally, the strawberry smoothie pitcher was set out, his friends were contacted, and he waited.

Billy hoped that a simple strawberry delight would be enough to bring a bit of cheer to the gloom settling around.

((ooc: The main thread's between Billy, Jamie, and Kaylee, but test subjects guests are also welcome to taste test this beverage! Taste tests will take place first chronologically, if any.))

This was the first time Sho was using the sensorium for himself. Something had been bugging him ever since he woke up on the ship, and it was time that he addressed it. He'd been working on a simulation and it was time to use it.

Sho stands atop a living ship, shaped like a giant seed, floating over the destroyed Cronos base. It was just as he remembered it. There was Guyver III, the Zoalords, and above them was Archanfel. He found himself watching the scene that was taking place, pulled from his memories. The two Guyvers fired their mega smashers at Archanfel. The beams hit and then...

( Guyver! )

(OOC: It's kind of gory under the cut.)

[[OOC: Closed to the people on the exorcist list but please do not comment until Daimon sends for them.]]

After possibly hours of chasing after his darksoul, Daimon came to a stop in front of St. Peter's Basilica in the Vatican. He could sense its presence inside but why? Why return to a site that, though uprooted from its world, still held strong spiritual power? Daimon could think of several reasons. The darksoul might have returned to mock his faith- highly likely. There was another possibility, one that was not precluded by the other.

The darksoul chose this place to take a stand, to exercise his full power. In which case he was now in the Vatican to show that he had the power to withstand any future attacks. It was a warning- enter at your own risk.

Daimon opened the door and stepped inside. He thought he was prepared for whatever faced him next. He could not be more mistaken.

For Iniss, the past few weeks had passed in a haze. Like living in the pool, traveling between worlds. He existed, and that was all.

It was better than the alternative, as vulnerable as he was in this state, he was lucky he wasn't dead. But his enclosure has been fully explored, he wasn't in the pool. He was in something small and vaguely round.

His experience on earth suggested a fish tank, or at least something small and glass.

He was fairly certain it was glass, and also that whatever had him had figured out that he needed to be fed.

Oh crap.

Something was in the water. Something that wasn't an ear. Something, he assumed, that was large and strong and more than capable of crushing him in this state.

Oh crap.

Hay Lin hadn't been to the Observation deck in a long while. (Wasn't the last time she was here when people were being unpodded? She couldn't quite recall.)

Much as she would've loved to head back to the Sensoriums, the Guardian felt like she needed a breather from the place just for a brief time. And what better place to be at than at a seemingly deserted area of the ship!

Smiling happily, she stuck out her arms and...appeared to float in midair within seconds! Her way of using her powers while at the same time able to quickly land back on her feet if someone were to creep up on her unawares.

Still...can't shake the fact that something's amiss... the girl thought to herself, closing her eyes and feeling the air around her at the same time.