The precog lounged in a chair by the pool at Outsiders' HQ, her hair pulled back in the style she now dubbed "the Katara", and her toes covered by soft slippers. She was dressed her "bum around HQ" clothes of baggy t-shirt of Querl's tastes, with shorts and a bandanna tied up in her hair. Open on her lap was a copy of Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury, and she was already on page one-hundred-and-one.

It was a quiet enough day for her to lounge about the pool. No immediate team training was needed, Katara was in good spirits, her kids weren't getting into trouble (she was trying to push the fact that Ben was very much aware of her and Querl's sexual activities as far out of her mind as possible), Querl seemed to be quite happy tinkering away...and it would only take another month before they could move into their house.

Things seemed to be going quite well, albeit strangely...but then. She'd be worried if things weren't strange.

A pile of pool cleaning equipment sat lonely to the far right, having been used to clean the pool only an hour ago, before Nura had completely finished cleaning as much of HQ as she could.

"Faulkner had some major mother issues," Nura sighed as she turned a page in her book. "I should've grabbed Sense and Sensibility..."

It seemed like it was another lazy, somewhat-boring day. It was still worrisome: was things alright? Were they still needed? Going for so long without anything happening was making her feel at edge - something Sasami shouldn't be doing as she's a kid.

In response, she opted to head for the Sensoriums to relieve some of the boredom. In rapid succession, she opted to play through different scenarios - a cooking contest, a somewhat-familiar magical girl adventure or two and a few where she was the hero and saved everyone. It was fun and all, but the fact that a lot of those adventures were dragging images of her old friends and family had started to upset her. At this point, it seemed that she was never going to be reunited with any of them...

...shaking her head, she shoved those thoughts out. She couldn't be thinking about that, not now. There was still the possibility that they were in there. Right now, she needed something to get her mind off of that. The room growing blank, she felt the gravity be shut off and letting her float in the air. The various events she had been in had worked her hairbands loose enough that, when she started floating, they came undone and let her hair hang loose... and frankly, she enjoyed it. Though, it was lonely in here...

It was, all things considered, a pretty good day. Sokka had decided to take the day off and spend the day doing something he loved: fishing. He wasn't sure if there were actually any fish in the river that ran through the city now, but that wasn't really the point. The point was that he had a body of water and a stick with a piece of line that was baited with a worm. He was happy to sit beneath the artificial sun, hat pulled over his eyes and stick held easily in his hands as he idled the day away. True, he could have done this in the Sensoriums but that wouldn't be the same. Real water was just more satisfying. And maybe he'd go for a swim later.

All in all it was shaping up to be a pretty good day.

It was an almost childish desire. At least, Iniss seemed to think so. He hadn't even gotten a chance to talk to Karen yet, and he really wanted to. He wanted to show her the ship. He wanted her to meet his friends and goof around and just be a little kid for once.

< It's a waste of time. >

< It's not a waste of time, she's a little girl. She needs time to be a little girl, Rhiow said. >

< She's just a human child. A useless human child. >

"Aftran? Could I...uh, could I ask a favor, please? Just...I'd like to take Karen to meet some people. I...we won't tell them, promise...I just think-" He swallowed, trying to smile a failing somewhat. "Would you mind? Just for a couple hours?"

He still wasn't sure what to think of this Yeerk, this Yeerk who was supposedly the start of the Peace Movement, or what that even meant. Karen hadn't been willing, so was it willing now that she was too beaten down to fight? Was that what they meant, just taking the leftovers of host-breakers and mental breakdowns?