It's one of those days where Jamie's found himself with free time and no idea how to spend it. He's already finished his shift in Engineering, there's not any training, and for once, he's not actually hungry. Neither the Sensoriums or the Media Library really sound appealing right now, which leaves...what?

Idly wandering the halls, he supposes. If only he could get into the TARDIS, he'd have something to do, but the Doctor was off who knows where and without the Time Lord around, he's stuck. Oh, sure, his old room was still in there, but what good did it do him if he couldn't get into it?

He's passing by Weapons and Possessions when he hears a noise that seems to be coming from just inside the door, and he stops to listen. It doesn't repeat itself, and he frowns slightly. Maybe he misheard. With a shrug, he's about to move on when it happens again - a faint *thump* this time, as though something in there had been knocked over. There's a flash of movement, just out of the corner of his eye. It looks for all the world like a small black and white cat streaking through the room, which is...unusual, to say the least.

That's enough to gain his full interest, and he slips inside in full 'creeping quietly' mode to see what's up. It's not exactly like he can hide that he's doing so from the hallway, however, and anyone else in the area may very well notice what he's up to.

(( OOC: Rachel is here as well as Jamie and will likely be joining in at some point. When exactly that will be...? Only the Shadow she knows. Enjoy! ))

Vivio wasn't in the best of moods.

That was probably an understatement right there - she was downright crappy. After her argument with Sherry, Vivio had retreated into the Sensoriums, mostly to work out her frustrations the best way she could - by training.

Bringing up a training room and setting herself up for practice, Vivio began by striking a punching bag, fists and feet flying as blow after blow connected. She could feel herself slow just a bit - Sherry's punch still stung. But, it was probably worse than that.

It's just that you're so stupid sometimes I can't stand to be around you!

Sherry hated her for a reason more than just being there. Vivio's reaction to that proved it, but she couldn't understand way.

Stupid...? Vivio mused to herself. H-How am I stupid? What have I done to make her think that?

As Sherry continued on, the words kept ringing through her head, kept calling her "stupid". Her face contorted in rage before, briefly, she took up her adult form and struck the bag hard enough to knock it off its chain before returning to normal.

"I'm not stupid! I'm not! You're the one who's stupid! You always will be!" Vivio shouted to no one in particular before slumping to her knees, sniffling as she did.

Ed, despite his recent de-GlaDOSing was feeling extraordinarily good about life in general. While the mazes were an actually welcome distraction from the ridiculously mundane slump he had gotten into, the real kicker was that Stacy had deemed him worthy of the REST of his memories.

So as such, he knew what the Promised Day entailed. He knew how it ended. And he knew everything that happened later from about a year before setting out on his trip to the West while Alphonse went to the East. And yes, he still had his alchemy and Winry's arm and leg which was a double bonus for him.

So as such, he was relaxing near the Kohaku River with a fishing pole, whistling to himself with his leg propped up and a wide brim hat he had transmuted. The pole too actually. There were no fish in the water obviously, but it was part and parcel. And he had a slice of cake next to him, ninjaed from the Lounge as well, the very last one no less.

And a glass of milk too which sat untouched, just because he could. But maybe, just maybe he'd choke it down for old times sake.

Yeah, Ed was feeling really good, and he kind of hoped his girlfriend would show up. Winry knew she couldn't wait for him anyhow, and the feeling was mutual.

[I wanna bendy time this to two days after the announcement, so it won't seem too random.]

She felt guilty that she had taken this long. They had met several weeks ago, and she had made a promise to get to training as soon as she could. Sadly, things came up that had forced her to take some time for herself: she was in a better place now, and it was time to get back to business. uh

When it came down to it, the marriage planet had been good for couples, but her interest was with what happened with the people who hadn't participated. Once again, there was an attack,and when it happened, despite them being strong, capable people, it regressed to arguments and pointless infighting, and this was a problem. Then of course there was the idea of how to compliment one fighting style and another. After thought, the best thing to do seemed to have all the guys come here, show what they could do, and start organizing training that way, get some input, trade different information, relay tactics. It would be unorganized for this meeting alone, but afterward they could start and tailor the training to their strengths, add in situations that played on their weaker points for good measure.

This would be a good way to get other people talking, really start to learn about how they fought and where they came from. The Sensorium would be blank for now: she figured Beastboy should be the one to add a little flair to their surroundings.

She did have to compose herself a little though: she hadn't been happy to hear Tavros was gone. He had been a nice person, and he was Alex's roommate.

Asuka could never quite remember how or when she'd gotten into the habit of a daily run. She remembered training with someone on the ship - but their face and name were always just out of reach, on the tip of her tongue. That was frustrating, so she tried not to think on it. Of course, then she'd signed up for Rogue Squadron and they'd had to do that whole boot camp thing and by now, it was just a part of her daily routine. Get up, go out, sims, running. It kept her in shape and it kept her from going stir-crazy. Even the sensoriums got stifling and too fake after a while. 

So she ran. The amount of available clothing had dropped, of course, so she was just in her plant suit - which was freaky as hell, but it was that or run in the nude and that wasn't about to happen. This helped her think, anyway. Just the slap of her feet on the pavement, the relative silence of the city - it was a bit eerie at times, but she preferred being alone like this. 

Occasionally she would summon up memories and faces from home - Misato, Shinji, Wonder Girl. She would wonder if they were in the pods - and then she'd dismiss the idea. They weren't here. It didn't matter. She was fine on her own and she didn't care about them anyway. Today's run was coming to an end, anyway. She turned onto another street, accelerating slightly.

Just a few blocks more.

Feldt was starting to feel more at home in the hangar than anywhere else on the ship. She felt at home around the different machines and the couple of Haros that Celestial Being had usually came with her. Lockon's Haro tended to wander back to the Meister, so she was left with the Red one for now. She didn't mind, she loved the little robots.

She didn't go near any of the other suits in the hangar, since she didn't know if the other pilots would want her to look at their suits. Still, she was curious about how they ran without GN drives. All of Celestial Being's Gundams had them. She paused for a moment, looking over at Deathscythe as she made her way to Dynames.

She knew that Lockon had done checks, but she wanted to see the data for herself. The last time she had seen this suit it had taken a lot of damage.

Their room here - an apartment they'd taken in the City - wasn't much. It certainly wasn't the home they'd made together on Mid-Childa, with its big luxurious bed and wide-open view of the skyline. But it was theirs, and theirs together, and that was enough for Nanoha. Their bed was small, but it was big enough for two people, and the sheets were warm, and there was plenty of room to hastily discard clothing when they were in the mood for that sort of thing, and sometimes Nanoha just liked to lie awake at night on her back, listening to Fate breathe next to her, and think.

And ever since they'd returned to the ship from their last mission to that planet... well, something had been lurking in the back of the mage's mind. This was the life she shared with Fate, and it seemed so natural to be like this with her, even on a giant living ship that traveled between realities. The more she thought about it, the more it only made sense...

"Mm, Fate-chan?" She said softly. "Are you asleep?"