Ed was in the Obs that day, feeling a little melancholy at best as he sat in what he termed his "thinking chair". True it looked like every meaty chair in the ship but this chair had memories of when he first popped.

It was here where he sat, waiting for people to come talk to him, and where he sat without an arm and a leg. He had a feeling Winry had finally been returned to the pods, for he hadn't seen her in ages. But the lingering doubt that she ever existed there wasn't there if GlaDoS had taken her. Still he had no PROOF and right now he wasn't feeling up to the task of finding her.

Not yet anyhow.

He looked up at the lights ensconcing the meaty room as he stared out into the bleed, those eye-like ports displaying the swirling lights outside.

Damn it was just a day to feel melancholy wasn't it?

( How fickle my heart and how woozy my eyes )

The Vindicator fell out of bed with a meaty thunk and shook her head to clear it. She righted her dark-colored shift and looked up to make sure Choline hadn't stirred. The night elf had enough on her plate than to worry about Nehaalista's nightmares. Her curls had straightened out in the night, and were unceremoniously piled atop her head.

Alright, then, Nehaalista thought as she sat upon a couch on the observational deck. No more slop before bed, yes? Yes. Her tail swished back and forth behind her, uncertain and flighty as she ran her fingers over and over her mother's favorite piece of living ruby, shaped into an unfinished flower from Argus and warm to the touch.

The Light would guide her to do what was best, wouldn't it? Wouldn't it?

He avoided the Sensoriums unless he was meeting Sam. Not because he didn't like them, of course, they were fine. Interesting. If he'd trusted his mind not to play a nightmare for public viewing, he'd have likely been more interested.

But as it was, his mind was a trap, and he was only too aware of how dangerous his memories could be to him. Iniss would turn it into battle zones, recreate famous battles, just so he could see, or recreate the pool if he was feeling homesick and lonely. Tom tried to avoid changing it at all and let Sam control the settings.

Today Sam had been late, or he had been early. Either way, he was alone. Alone in something he could easily turn into a weapon of mass mental destruction.

He kept his eyes closed, laying on his back. Thinking very firmly of nothing but the grass under his back, the weight of old jeans on his legs, and the sun warming his face. Nothing else existed. Nothing but him and the empty field he had sprawled in.

Feldt couldn't stand being around a lot of people for very long. The crew of the Ptolemy was a very tight knight crew and they were pretty much the only family that Feldt had ever known. There were a lot of other people in this place and she didn't like it. She couldn't wander around the City without feeling uncomfortable or like she was being watched. The hangar was a nice place for her to go to, since she grew up around the Gundams and she knew how to repair them. She was also more comfortable around the machines than she was other people.

Still, going to the hangar presented other dangers. There were a lot of other mobile suits around and the other pilots didn't like Celestial Being that much, rather, they didn't like the ideals of Celestial Being. She had grown up with them and the rules of secrecy. She had broke them once to tell Lockon about her parents and how they had died, but she hasn't done it again.

Everyone she had talked to here had good points. It may be against Celestial Being's ideals to fight in a war, but they were fighting to survive here. The world that they were trying to change was no longer around. She wasn't sure if she should be helping the other pilots out, she was a skilled CIC officer and could coordinate the mobile suits in battle, but she didn't know if Tieria would let her. She wasn't going to go against the Meister's orders, after all, he was the only one with a connection to Veda.

She found her way to the Spacewalk and could only stare. It was like the viewing deck on the Ptolemy. It reminded her of what she had lost and as she gazed out at the stars moving past, she could feel a tear falling down her face. She wiped it away and shook her head. She needed to think about what she was going to do here, not what had gone on in the past.