Nima had had a long day.

( Cut for post-coitus! )

Superboy still was quite unsure what exactly Stacy was. His images of space ships were at the largest the size of the Enterprise or the like. Large to be sure, but not large enough to hold a city. Which is where he was. Rather than being shocked at the size of the city in the ship, he was questioning whether this was really a ship at all. Despite the fact that everyone, including apparently the ship itself, was telling him that; he found it hard to believe.

Being used to Justice Mountain and only have a few people he knew around most of the time wasn't helping really and he felt... perhaps a bit claustrophobic? Or was it agoraphobic? Was it possible to feel BOTH claustrophobic and agoraphobic at the same time? Superboy wasn't sure. That seemed like a contradiction and yet he was uncomfortable with both the vastness of the city and the way the sheer number of people around him invaded his normally empty personal space.

As such he spent his time wandering the city, looking at stuff and generally trying to avoid being noticed... likely to little success given the large S shield he was wearing and general unease.

Normally, going to Billy and Ronnae's would be a great thing for her: it was one of those rare places where all of her troubles just melted away, where she could relax and be with friends. Of course, she thought that more when she was still holding Katara's memories. As Kaya, her perception of how things were started to change.

And today, it was by far one of the hardest days she ever dealt with. She had seen Billy's message and knew she wasn't the only one whose day had taken a turn for the worst. Her friends hadn't shunned her, and she'd met another airbender: those things, at least, were a feather in her cap. Everything else after, from finding out Azula was on the ship in the worst way possible to being in the med bay for two of her friends had worked its toll, and the others...it was obvious they felt they had been lied to, she couldn't blame them.

They wanted, needed Katara, but they had her instead, someone they didn't even know.

So she quietly walked over to Billy's, her head spinning and her mouth dry, hoping this would help.

Outwardly, Matt was the picture of calm as he sat on a bench in the city, tuning up his guitar. He was able to channel his frustration into the soothing waves of music, and he continued to strum, adjusting the sound of his guitar carefully.

Finally, he strummed the guitar and began to make a quick few notes before picking up in song, the rapid pace of his fingers strumming as he hummed a wordless tone. He hummed as he envisioned his band behind him, following along in the tone and tried to get lost in the joy of making music once again.

Somehow, it was helping, even with his fingers pouring off smoke and darkness with each strum, pushing waves forward like ripples in the water.

Tony needed time to think. He needed time to reflect. He'd ended up in the plant temple - the one that Bella had found so very long ago (or so it seemed) and now there was a depressing lack of the other Garou. Even for a Get and a lupus, she'd been a good friend. A companion. Someone he could fight beside. As much as he enjoyed having other Gnawers around, Bella had been the first. She'd helped him when he hadn't understood a damn thing about the ship. She'd even helped him overcome his own trepidation toward leadership, in her own way.

She was in the pods again now. That didn't console him much - after the disaster with the zombies, he didn't really think of the pods as safe. Hell, he didn't think of anywhere on the ship as really safe. The ship was a ship of war and they were its crew. As young as he was, he still thought he understood war. He still thought he understood what they had to do.

They had to stop the Ohm or die trying. Much like the impending Apocalypse back on Earth, Plays was of the rather morbid and cynical opinion that they were going to die trying. He'd made his peace with that. Sort of. He didn't want to die - no one wanted to die - buthe knew that he probably would, before the end came. It was something he'd realized on earth too, especially after seeing Black Spirals rip through friends and comrades like tissue paper.

Life was cheap. Nothing changed that.

Shit, he was depressing himself. He ran a hand through his hair and leaned back onto his elbows. At least he had Kate. At least he had someone worth fighting and protecting for. At least it wasn't an abstract, nebulous concept.

Gaia help them all, really.

[ooc: This is open to anyone whose character could reasonably be expected to endure and travel in Himalayan conditions, but is otherwise a necessary purging of IC angst.]

Anyone who opens up the door to this particular Sensorium in the middle of what passes for night on Stacy is instantly barraged by a wind so strong and cold, they might be lucky to get the doors shut again. Anyone who manages to step in won’t be able to see much of interest in the landscape of snowy mountains underneath the night sky.

Why anyone would conjure up a landscape so inhospitable, they might not have the physical constitutions to investigate for very long.

( Cut for length )

The Outsider's Hotel was more busy then usual, and Beastboy was pleased. He'd broken out a stash of snacks from the last planet they'd gotten off at as well as some different kinds of drinks. He'd found a berry on the last planet that when blended tasted exactly like Soder Cola, his drink of choice back home.

The "Open" sign on the front entranceway had been altered to read "Always open" In an effort to be more friendly and welcoming to anyone who wanted to come in and socialize or seek assistance.

And the final touch, a discoball. He'd had to put it together himself from bits of mirror he collected but it worked all the same.

Now he just hoped everyone would socialize comfortably.

((OOC: Dive in, someone will tag you promise))

Hydroponics was an area that Zouichi had become somewhat fond of. It wasn't as though it particularly reminded him of home, though in some respects the plant and animal life here did resemble that of Earth.

But it was quiet here. Or, at least, far quieter than the cities he was used to. There was the occasional carnivorous plant or other surprise, of course, but nothing seriously hazardous so far. Today he was sitting in the soft grass under the shade of an alien tree. He'd been watching the wildlife carefully for the last few days, observing the behavior of the small avian creatures that inhabited the area, gathering up a collection of the seeds they seemed to especially relish.

This was the second day he was attempting this. Zouichi opened the small packet in which he'd stored the seeds, spreading out a handful on one palm. He held them out, then waited, keeping absolutely still.

A small, red-plumaged bird eventually fluttered down from one of the nearby trees, alighting on a branch not far from him. Tiny, but apparently bold, it deliberated for a moment before taking wing again, setting down on the ground below his hand, where some of the seeds had spilled. It pecked at them, keeping one bright, beady eye on him all the while.

Without warning, it hopped up to perch on his wrist, pecking delicately at the food there.

He smiled.

[ooc: Feel free to come feed 'em, scare 'em off, whatever :)]

"Yes! YES!"

In the hangar, amongst the various vehicles and machines that line the expansive room, Lord Zedd had found something he had been looking for for the longest time: Serpentera. Exposed within the damaged area from KAIN's attempt to kill Sasami, the head of the massive Warzord stood exposed and, at its base, the self-proclaimed "Emperor of Evil", excited to see his weapon of mass destruction on board the ship. From the angle where he was looking at, though, it was hard to see just how big the thing was, especially since it was laying down.

"So, it seems not everything has been lost. Serpentera still stands, thus I still have some sort of power here." Zedd said. At that moment, a few of Zedd's Z-Putties started to flank him. "Putties! Guard Serpentera. I'm certain Billy's told everyone about me by now. I refuse to let anyone take advantage of that. If they're going to win this 'war', they're gonna need my help! Like it or not!"

With that, Zedd began pacing the Hangar, eying various leftover vehicles in an attempt to see what would make excellent monsters.

Mewtwo had been searching for somewhere less busy, and he found it in the form of the city. It was more open and somewhat cooler, but the most important thing was that there were fewer people. There were some, true, but it wasn't as much of a big rush of strange beings as there was in the main living area.

He could think here.

Probably his biggest concern was checking that his powers were still working properly. There was something... off. He had to figure out what it was.

The catlike creature could be found on a grassy hill, floating with eyes closed just above its crest. His legs and arms were folded up almost in a fetal position, his tail swishing slowly back and forth behind him. As he meditated, he was focusing on the grass below. If someone stopped to watch, they might notice he was slowly flattening out all of the blades of grass on the hill a handful at a time from the center down.

It was something to do while he thought, and it was a test for his precision to see how badly it had been damaged.

Ben was testing out a few of his aquatic aliens as he swam through the Kohaku River in Articguana form, and then swinging through the city in Spidermonkey. He was relaxing for the most part, swinging down from the buildings to smoothly transform to Cannonbolt.

Spinning around, the young man tore through the city, bouncing off walls and then launching off a well-placed piece of stone which served as a ramp. Hurling into the sky, he unrolled and came down, tapping the Ultimatrix and changing into Big Chill -- sliding through the ground instead of coming to a rather splat-like end.

Floating upwards, Big Chill folded his wings around him. "There," he hissed in a happy voice. "That's a pretty good workout. And the Ultimatrix is working just fine."

(ooc: feel free to poke him at any location in the city. He's probably passed on by.)

Cassie lay back on one of the beds in medbay. She tried holding up her left hand so she could look at it but the arm wouldn't rise far enough. The shoulder was practically welded to her body. Cringing, she sat up.

Her hand looked exactly the same as it did yesterday. All the fingers were gone unless you counted the mangled stubs as fingers. The entire hand itself was a mass of scar tissue. Completely useless.

They said that they could fix it. Clone new fingers and reattach them, then replace the scar tissue so she could actually move her arm. It was something she never thought of while the Helmacrons held her hostage. And she didn't know why but the thought of the surgery frightened her. Being unconscious, unaware, helpless...

She wished her dad was here but he was gone- again.

But not dead. He was alive.

"Thank you for letting me see him." She mumbled quietly.

Sasami was glad to get out of the Med Bay and back on her feet. While she would love to get back to setting up her restaurant, she decided that a walk was in order, to stretch out her legs a bit. Thus, once she arrived at the City, she decided to wander to the Kohaku River.

Upon walking upstream, she encountered something she didn't expect: her home from Earth. No, not her home - Tenchi's home. Yet, there was something different about it. Wider, seemed roomier, with a deck that extended outward into the river. Wanting someone to tag along to check it out, she made a quick call to Reimi, figuring she'd bothered the others enough the past week. As she wandered to the deck, waiting, her curiosity got the better of her and she looked out over the edge...

...and screamed, scrambling backwards in panic as she saw the image before her: the older her. Gathering her wits, she took another peek, hoping it was just her imagination... and proved it wasn't.

Sasami. Remember. The reflection spoke.

"R-Remember...? Wh-wha... AHHH!" Sasami stammered before quickly clutching her head in pain. Something was terribly wrong...

Well done, these sensoria. Very reminiscent of some of the similar technology at home, but with some distinct differences that were nevertheless very intuitive and easy to get a grip on.

So the Chancellor stood there in dark room full of holographic stars and 'actual' doors with a plasma pistol and did his favorite kind of solo target practice.
A Saernai -- tiny, so tiny, covered in purple fur with big floppy ears, three eyes, and two mouths, clutching its little amulet sadistically -- would come through one or more of the doors, and the Chancellor would quickly blow it away.

Even a respectable soldier, statesman and father has to blow off steam somehow, especially all alone in this infernal quiet.