The best way to describe Kai's state of mind right now was stir-crazy. Even on a ship as mind-bendingly huge as Stacy was, Kai knew there was only so much space. He knew there was only so far he could go in one direction. He knew there was no going back, and there was no one he knew in this place.

Kai had accepted that there was nothing he could do at the moment but wait.

That didn't mean he had to like it.

Kai needed a distraction. He needed some way to get his blood pounding, something to get his mind off where he was and just how little he could do. He'd tried to find that soul-thing he'd overheard people talking about, but of course this was how his luck would run: the one man on the ship looking for the darksoul wouldn't find it.

That was why he was wandering around now, shoulders hunched, head down. Anyone who looked strong enough to take him on would have a fight picked with them, whether they wanted to fight or not. Anyone else unfortunate enough to cross his path? They'd be dealing with a very terse, very irritated man with metal under his skin.

Sensoriums, right. Superboy got there first (superspeed, for the win). This time, instead of Hawaii, it was a hill. A hill with a blanket spread on the ground, looking out on fields as far as the eye could see.

He could've set it up like Hawaii again, but maybe it wasn't good to dwell in the past. It was better to stay in the present, right? Not get caught up in the feeling that came with hearing the surf, and the Hawaiian sun on her face, making him as scared and awkward as he was when he was fifteen.

So, hills it was. The present--or at least the recent past he'd left behind on Earth, which was much better than the present on Stacy. Letting her into his life, without dwelling on the time when she'd had a more intimate part of it.

The fields rolled like waves in the sunlight anyway.

He was sitting there, quietly, waiting for her, and turned to look when she finally peeked in, looking sheepish, and slightly ashamed. It wasn't an expression she'd never seen before, that boyish contriteness.

"Hey. So, we gonna give this another shot and see how many other ways I can screw it up?"

Hydroponics.

It wouldn't have been a word that Lone was especially familiar with. And unfamiliar things are certainly worth checking out.

She was actually hoping to find some place that she could start to strip down her laser pistol in peace, to find out what was wrong with the damn thing. But the sheer greenness and vitality of the place drove those thoughts out of her mind.

So she's currently lying beneath a tree, staring into the canopy. And yes, her feet are bare. Her only movement is to occasionally shuffle them against the ground.

So the word had gotten around again, and she knew that if the place was going to be anywhere near its usual glory, they'd have to work on it immediately. Katara decided, just to not add the extra work to leave the hotel lobby in Water tribe regalia. She could always get rid of that stuff later, and she'd likely relocate it wherever she was staying. She started with the outside steps and the lawn around it: it was likely during the demon possession that it had gotten so messy.

In any case, the rest of the Outsider's headquarters had to be taken care of: the floors needed to be swept, the beds needed to be made, she had to look over the monitors to make sure they were working and then there was the pool in the back and the shining of the statues of B5 and Cassie.

She was already starting on it, but she was hoping to have Maydril, Beastboy and whoever got here early to lend a hand.

There was going to be quite a lot to cover.

Ever since he popped again, and got chatting to the crew again, there have been several things bothering Lister. And so, after being bothered by them for some time, he finally decided to do something about it.

Finding out where Kang was, via the comm system, Lister headed there pretty sharpish.

He wasn't quite sure what a dragon-man would look like, exactly, but he couldn't be hard to spot, could he?

Fate hated moping. She very rarely did it, but when she did, she hated the feeling of just sitting around feeling sorry for herself, and possibly worrying the people around her. There wasn't really anything she could do about the reason she was moping in the first place, either; the problem wasn't going away anytime soon, so there was no point in sulking any longer.

Anyway. Time to get over her moping. And what better way to clear her head than to run a few simulations in the Sensoriums? She didn't like venting her frustrations through fighting, but it was nice to be so focused on one task, since it meant she didn't really have the time to think about anything else.

So! Anyone wandering into one of the Sensoriums will find themselves in a large city. The place seems deserted at first, until a yellow blur zooms past; Fate, closely followed by several Gadget Drones. She weaves easily between the large buildings, and the drones stay hot on her tail, until they reach a more open area of the city.

"Sonic Move."

In the blink of an eye, she disappeared. This clearly confused the drones, and they stopped in midair, scanning their surroundings.

"Scythe Form."

Fate reappeared in a flash, Device raised high. The glowing yellow scythe blade sliced cleanly through one drone, and easily made quick work of a second. In only a few seconds, the group of drones fell to the ground in a pile of scrap metal, and Fate was turning to face the next oncoming group.