{OOC: Set right after this conversation.}

Jonas arrived in the Media Library first, from the looks of things. He had learned that Stacy did not particularly appreciate him doing too much scanning; and if Scott Lang had decided, for some reason, to shrink down and hide when he had been the one who wanted to talk...

Jonas shook his head to dismiss that particular train of thought. It was both stupid and unproductive. He moved to the nearest stall, again ignoring the broken one, and leaned against the wall next to it to wait.

Those left outside the city would find their experience to be far less exciting, but at least it was still relaxing for the most part.

The accommodations they were given were relatively spartan but well maintained, and the locals seemed nice enough. The food was good, and they were treated fairly well despite refusing to undergo the rituals.

But strangely, by the time night started rolling around, the locals began hurrying to finish up whatever they were doing, cutting conversations short and rushing back inside. By the time the sun fell, none of the locals were outside.

...Well. That certainly wasn't ominous.

[ooc: secondary plot is go! try to keep everything in one thread for now]