Luis was getting bored.

Sure, he'd always griped about the constant parade of potential life and limb-threatening pathogens that came across his desk-- the number of grim and possibly ship-wrecking case studies he had to work on... and let's not even talk about the alphabet of Umbrella-related paraphernalia he'd had to deal with.

But now that most of it was out of the way, or at least at a stage where it wouldn't mutate and bite people's heads off, Luis was finding a lack of projects to interest him. He hadn't had anything aside from his personal tank of alien snails to interest him for quite a while. He supposed he could always try that "getting out more" thing that people kept suggesting, but when his previous "getting out" experience had been in Madrid, the city with the greatest nightlife in the world, there wasn't much on the comparatively bland spaceship to interest him.

Lately, he'd been coming to hydroponics to do a little field study. He'd spend hours poking around at the various plant life, taking water samples, observing the animals, whatever could keep him occupied.

Today, for the last three hours, he'd been occupied by a large and interesting plant he'd found about a hundred yards into the hydroponics dome. It was a beautiful specimen with long vines and huge, colorful leaves that looked almost iridescent, and a long, tubular flower with a sweet scent, likely to attract insects.

As Luis came to find out, the plant was actually carnivorous, as when he approached it had grabbed him with several of its long vines and was currently suspending him upside-down in midair. The plant didn't seem to know what to do with him, having already attempted to drop him into its flower "mouth" and finding that he didn't fit. He couldn't be eaten, but it must have seemed like a shame to let such huge prey escape.

And so he hung there, hopelessly entwined in the plant's vines, having dropped his omnicomm and unable to send a message for help. His distaste for tentacles luckily didn't extend over to vines... but it was certainly getting there.

"Is anybody out there?" he yelled. "I could use a little help here!"

Hana had been doing this since the early hours of the morning. Well, it might have been morning. His internal clock was still all screwy from this ships' sense of time so it would be more accurate to say that he'd been doing this since he'd woken up.

Details aside, he wandered up and down the many halls of the ship (effectively getting himself pretty lost but he didn't mind), a determined look on his face and a purpose in his stride. Sure, he eventually had to stop for some food because he was never in a good mood when he was hungry, but after that he immediately set about on his mission once again.

His mission was that he would traverse as much of the ship as he possibly could, as many times as he could, periodically placing a hand near his mouth to amplify his voice and calling out to the many inhabitants of the ship.

"HEY! ARE THERE ANY OTHER TEENS OR KIDS HERE!? I'M LOOKING FOR ANY OF THE OTHER KIDS ON THIS SHIP!"

Thankfully, Hana was nice enough to stop and talk to anyone who wanted to question his new odd pass-time, be they child or not.

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It wasn't the first time they'd met. After seeing him respond to the old Jaime's post about help with resistance to mind control, he'd sought him out. They'd been meeting in secret ever since.

"So, I don't know if you saw, but I might wind up needing your help now more than ever," Kon said as he entered Royal Albert Hall, his voice echoing through the building, as he flew over to meet the mutant.

It was just for practice, and also something to distract himself and pass the time. It was almost meditative, after all.

Not that he was feeling as sad anymore. Life happened, there were hurts that were just part of it all. He was human so he could feel them and understand them, so he could know heartbreak just as well as love, calm just as well as anger, sadness just as well as happiness. He was human so he'd make choices he wasn't sure were right that he had to live with, so he could be hurt and wonder if it was right to feel that way.

Aang had come to accept that, so now he was just distracting himself. He'd managed to find paper--real paper--from Weapons and Possessions. It was rice paper, in a wide variety of colors, and he sitting against Appa in his Sensorium and folding it into a wide variety of animals.

Some were pretty good, depending on how long he'd actually bothered to practice doing that kind of animals. Others...well they were almost recognizably animals.

"What do you think, Appa? What does it look like to you?"

Appa grunted a long groaning sound, and Aang scratched his head.

"Actually, it's supposed to be a bison like you, not a boarcupine. But I guess it's a boarcupine now!"

He smiled and placed it down with the others and picked up his birds (most of them cranes) and started making them dance in the air over his head, which was the real point of all this. Airbending practice. Fine control was something he could always use work on and making the little paper birds fly overheard was fun.