A trip to the sensoriums would show to whoever was there that it was in use. Should they step in they would see an elaborate but simple stage with seats all around. The decor and architecture was that of Japanese origin, as were the seat and stage designs. It was very much a 20th century theater of Earth.

If they watched the stage, they would see someone performing with music. But it wasn't just any kind of performance and any kind of music - it was the art of kabuki. The person on the stage was in an elaborate kimono set and wore a long black wig. The face was white with red lips, black mascara and eye-lined eyes, slightly pinked cheeks. White hands came out of the kimono, soft and delicate. The performer appeared to be female from a distance. They also seemed to be deeply into the story that was being told on the stage, the performance simply called "Orochi."

Alright, so this person wasn't any Tamasaburo Bando, but they were decent.

Zouichi had been pleased to find a place like this in the City, but he'd barely gotten a chance to move a few of his things out of Crew Quarters before the notification about Starfighter Command's mission had arrived and he'd been forced to clear out. But now, things seemed to be settling down slightly. It looked like he'd be able to put his tactical data on the Ohm offensive to use, he'd half-driven, half-carried Fuyu's motorcycle body out here, and he hadn't even wrecked his first Variable Fighter.

Which meant that today was for exploring.

The Susono Inn wasn't huge, but it did appear to be... maybe eclectic was the right word. Inside the gate, there was a courtyard with a wide stone walkway, ringed by carefully spaced trees -- it was something he'd expect to see at a shrine or a small temple, maybe, but certainly not at an ryokan. The inn itself seemed to be comprised of disconnected components, separated by raised wooden walkways. He was fairly sure he'd spotted a garden half-hidden by trees further into the building, as if the garden had come first and someone had put up the rest of the building around it. There was nothing like this in Japan, or in 9J0.

He looked back at the gate, considering. There were fallen leaves covering most of the stone walkway at the entrance, and he really should work on clearing them out. On the other hand, who knew what else was inside? Hopefully, not psychic mold

A conundrum.

Alan Turing, perched on his shoulder, didn't care much for conundrums; he whistled loudly, as if demanding that Zouichi make a decision right now.

He'd said a lot of things at the Council meeting, of course. A lot of talk and enough action implied that he hoped he'd accomplished something, anything. It wasn't like Overlording, nowhere near as fun or as rewarding, but it had to be done.

She would have appreciated it.

The Overlord stood in the middle of the Hub, staring upwards at the countless tubes and signs up above with an air of bitter expectation. Mana swirled around him chaotically, reflecting the irritation that boiled beneath the exterior badass surface. Even the windless billowing of his cape and hair seemed slightly off -- more frenetic, less composed. And for anyone who could sense his mana power... it had decreased. Noticeably, though not so low as to dethrone him from his status as strongest in the cosmos, of course,

"Damn it, Salome," he said to the tube that lead to the Clothing Room, and thus indirectly to the Pod Caverns. "Where the hell ARE you? You've got no damn excuse for keeping me waiting."

Kate had been in Medbay recently for her injuries, but now her leg was mostly recovered as she slowly made her way to Hydroponics. She hadn't checked her omnicomm in a bit, preferring to focus on healing so she missed some of the recent news about teammates. Especially the latest about Lash turning evil.

She had some music from the media library since she was still too sore to play her music, much less train. There was a patch of warm grass to sit down in.

Kate gave a sigh and winced as she stretched her legs out before her, and turned up the music. The surrounding area filled with a bright song as she listened to Annie Lennox singing about a little bird.