It hadn't been long after the end of the Ohm encounter that Duo, troubled by the ever-increasing spots in his memory, had vanished into a self-imposed exile between his cockpit and around the City. Eventually, he stopped showing up much of anywhere- at least as his recognizable self.

The braid remained but both it and he himself had lost a handful of feet and years, and even more of his memory now. Gundams? Only a faint suggestion of that word remained in his memory from his time on Stacy. Sure, he knew mobile suits well enough still. But he hated seeing him, so whenever he did go to the hangar, it was usually to skulk about as unseen as he could manage to, glaring at the towering structures. It seems people couldn't just leave them alone and put their weapons down here, either. He could just picture the concerned look on old Father Maxwell's wrinkled face if he saw all the weapons they had lined up here.

When he wasn't searching for places to swipe food– which he was finding to be even more scarce than it'd been on V-08744– he came to find his favorite pasttime was exploring the impressive structures he came across within the city. He'd only ever seen a few books about the Earth and any of its architecture or structures between his short schooling experience and the church, but he thought the places he'd found here took the cake to anything he'd ever looked at in a book.

Still, he was starting to get lonely. He missed Father Maxwell and Sister Helen. He could get by without the roof over his head and the food on the table that he'd come to enjoy in the past few months, but nothing could substitute being in good company. It was inevitable, he might think in a particularly solitary and objective moment, that he started slipping up in his sneaking about, if it meant that he wouldn't be alone for a little while.

[ooc; Feel free to bump into 8 year old Duo however you like! Replies will be from solo_duo!]

Ca-chick! Sure, maybe cameras weren't meant to make that noise. The ones she was used to had been more of a puff of air, a soft click, and then a bright flash of light when the bulb went off. This still had the flash, if it didn't always go, and some option that recorded video. Armed with a new toy she could actually sort-of almost work, Sakura was ready for action.

Which was turning into a day alternating between work and getting around the ship with her camera, taking snapshots of just about any- and everything. She was out by the Great Wall, in the Art Hall, slipping through various parts of the City, and even trying for some reason or another to document the Mess Hall and Medical Labs. Then there was the time she was sitting out by the railroad tracks, waiting for the train to come by, or pacing outside the Atori Teahouse looking for the best angle for a shot of the place.

Beware, crew members, should her path cross with yours, you may be next!

Ca-chick! Flash!

If it's not all that intimidating...

"Not again!"

... Considering she just half-blinded herself after accidentally setting a five second timer and turning the camera around to see why it wasn't taking the picture she was aiming for.

[ ooc: Excuse for photographic and/or video evidence of people running around as children? Say it ain't so, Jack, say it ain't so! I mean, there's lots of other things to photograph as well! ]

Le Prefecture was currently empty and quiet, save for the projection of one blonde princess that was simply waiting. Waiting for the other members of the council and appointed leaders of the ship to arrive. They had taken care of the Council's open house, and she had made sure to attend even though she had still been recovering. But it was important to be there, and it was even more important to be where she was now immediately after they finished that. Her and Setsuna's encounter with the Ohm had been quite the experience. And though they were still in the darkness when it came to understanding them completely, there were little hopes of light starting to shine in.

Once the rest of the crew arrived, she'd begin. The meeting repeating itself over and over again in her head.