Teyr only had two holidays. Understandable, given the fact that it was only a few years old, and draconians themselves hadn't even been around for five decades yet. They were still working on making their place in the world.

Well, they had been.

Kang was doing his best to not dwell on that thought as he walked through a recreation of one of the city's holidays. It was the Day of Hope, the anniversary of the day when his regiment had found and hatched the first females during the Summer of Chaos. The streets were packed with draconians of every type (children were very rare, and none looked older than a human two-year-old), as well as a few humans and even a dwarf or two. There were booths set up with food, alcohol, and crafts, as well as music being played; as new as draconians were, they did have many things unique just to them, and some of the more thoughtful ones used the opportunity to celebrate that fact.

There were areas that were set up for displays of athletics and martial abilities, and even a handful of booths with carnival-like games. One, run by a baaz, involved trying to launch a stuffed minotaur doll into dragon-shaped cups floating in a tub of water with a miniature catapult. The reward was a free flagon of hard cider. A kapak was profiting off of something that looked remarkably similar to a modern rope ladder game, though it was steeper and didn't have any padding on the ground.

Outside the city walls, there were several teams of draconians constructing trebuchets, each with a pile of pumpkins. The Corps of Engineers had gotten drunk the year before and decided to see who could make one that'd launch a pumpkin the highest and farthest, and all agreed that they needed to make it a yearly tradition. One of the teams was comprised solely of sivaks, and a particularly tall one, at just a few inches shy of nine feet, shouted orders.

He smiled, indulging in the memory, and sent a quick message to Eva. He didn't care if others showed up and decided to join in the celebration, but he had specifically invited her, once before.

[OOC: When I say rare, I mean like only about 100-110 children compared to at least 5,000 adults, and it's impossible to tell the sexes apart by sight unless you know what to look for. There's only 20 adult females anyways. Only sivaks can fly, and they don't really do much of that; auraks (gold scales) don't even have wings. They're also the most rare kind. Draconian heights range from 5' (baaz) to about 9' (sivaks), and the average height is about 7'.

This is a completely medieval setting, so if you're not sure about something, feel free to ask me. Also, if you are an attractive woman, you are going to get a few leers, and possibly comments from some of the draconians. Sorry, ladies. Anybody of a race that is not human, elven or dwarven is going to get some curious looks, too.

Infodump out of the way, it's open!]

The sensoriums looked a little different today, as upon entry one would find rows and rows of books. In the middle of it stood several bookshelves flying around, being shuffled about as Philip made his own studies. Even with the clock broken, he wanted to run a search on his own world.

“Keyword: Kamen Rider. Time Travel. Ryuki. Knight.”

As Phillip shuffled bookshelves, there was another person in the shelves today, his companion for the time being, Negi Springfield. The young mage was looking through shelves, plucking memories off the shelf and reading into them. It was like having your own personal library, even if the shelves rearranged themselves periodically when Philip was making a look up.

(ooc: couldn’t decide on who to post with so have a joint Negi-Philip post. Just make a note of who you wanna talk to, or just come in to gawk at the sight of the Gaia Library in full manifest. Bendytimed to after the clock is taken out.)

Walking into the Sensorium's today, or at least this one in particular would place you on the Island of Birk, often described as "Sturdy"




And on one side of Berk's village sat a humble but recently built house at the edge of a field. Not much of Berk was flat so this area in particular belonged to one of the most passive aggressive creatures in all of the Hairy Hooligans tribe.

Sheep.
( In which Ruffnut thinks very hard and smoke does not come out her ears. )

The effects of the Melting Clock had been of great concern to the crew for some time now - but thanks to the efforts of those who had negotiated with the Time Dragons, a solution was now in sight.

That solution took the form of four Time Dragons, who had just been brought on board. They were here to destroy the clock - and to collect their booty, of course.

[[ooc: Okay guys! Billy's play will be played out here, as well as the destruction of the Clock (The other exchanges will be handwaved). This is also where the whole crew will be able to approach the Time Dragons. Virgin Princesses should approach with caution!]]

As the Clock was destroyed, all of the stolen time rushed back to it's original owners, causing them to rapidly age back to normal. But as the crew would soon notice, it seemed that the stolen time didn't always go back to exactly the right place...

[[ooc: Time to get back to normal guys! This is basically a case of very rapid ageing - they'll basically speed through the years through about a couple of minutes or so. Of course, everyone won't get back to exactly the right time - most will only be out by a pretty insignificant amount of time (such as a few minutes, or hours, or days, etc - depends how close significant events are to the point they're from.) For those who are using this to change canon point, they're going to end up at a different point, obviously]]

So, in a way, things were back to normal on the ship. The clock was destroyed and everyone, including her Fate-mama, was restored to normalcy. Even more surprising was the wedding invitation her Nanoha-mama sent out. It was weird seeing that, especially since they weren't really married even in her time.

Despite the way it looked.

She did feel bad, though. She'd kept herself away from it all, mostly due to the awkwardness and she regretted not trying to help out more, especially after the Signum incident. At the moment, she decided to head into the Sensoriums and began doing a round of kata, intending on trying to put her doubts aside.

Last time on Percival Phoenix:
Though the armies of Nuon and the Blood Queen seemed overwhelming in number, PERCIVAL PHOENIX (and also the rescue team) managed to divert the attack, instead striking directly at the lieutenants of Dr. Lady Deathtruction NEUTRO™! Through their combined efforts, they freed both from the doctor's evil mind control. And yet, two crew members still remain. With no choice but to infiltrate the fortress of the dreaded Lash Dr. Lady Deathtruction NEUTRO™, they venture valiantly forth!

Will they be able to save their friends before the Death Ray becomes fully operational?

And now, the conclusion!

The bridge of the ship shown brilliantly, with every surface polished to a shine and the smiling admiring faces of the crew brightly worshiping the ground their beloved captain walked on.

A beautiful blond with deep piercing blue eyes brought the ships nose around so a wreck of a starship could be seen out the main viewpoint.

"Captian, we've found her." The woman reported with a flash of hope in her voice, a deeply ingrained need for approval from her superior officer.

He ignored her this time (which in turn only made her want him more).

"Surprised it limped this far after the beating we gave it." Commander Jayne Cobb remarked feeling a wave of primal satisfaction at seeing the remains of his prey drifting before him in space. He was clad in a dark military green uniform with a host of badges proclaiming various deeds of exceptionally manly activities and some fancy tasseled shoulder's on his uniform denoting he was both a man of action, and class.

"Your Manliness," another beautiful blond reported, "a wave from the Alliance."

"Those bumblebees." He scoffed disdainfully, "Put it through."

A viewscreen crackled to life in beautiful high resolution and an elder gentlemen with a pained but respectful look on his face appeared, "Commander Solk of the Alliance Gunship Repentance." He announced himself "Captain Cobb we were not aware this was your kill, we are leaving your space immediately."

A simple apology, laced with an undertone of "Please don't kill us."

Jayne lit a cigar as he pretended to consider the apology, only the finest cigars for the captain. None of that cheap crap from the boarder worlds. "Try not to be in it next time. End Transmission." The abrupt hanging up would tell The Repentance all they needed. If they made the same mistake twice, they wouldn't live to do it a third time.

"Bring the Radiant Cobb into board position Kasumi." Jayne ordered a slender but beautiful Asian woman who bowed her head slightly in acknowledgment "Yes Captain."

Jayne smiled to himself as his crew sprang to life around him preparing to loot and pillage their enemy. "Your Captain is gonna get paid."

So, the hostages had been rescued successfully and were recovering. The crew members affected by the clock were back to their proper age.

Sherry was back to her proper age. Something which was both a great relief and tremendously heartbreaking at the same time. He was glad she was back to being his little linefacer, but getting a chance to see her when she was so small, during all the years of her life that he hadn't been a part of.

At least he took plenty of pictures.

Though, while a couple of problems were solved, there were still plenty more to deal with. The map; whether or not the GIA set them up at NiSaris; the Ohm; replacing repodded personnel... Though he was taking a break from that now. Or was trying to, at least. Not an easy thing to do with a ton of stuff weighing on his mind.

To help clear his mind, he went down to the City (which reminded him, at some point, he needed suggest to the Council that they actually give the City a name), and at the moment was hanging upside down from a tall fence doing one sit up after another. He wasn't out of shape, still barely having an ounce of fat on him, and by no means rusty, but the rescue mission had made him realize he had been out of the field and behind a desk for too long. Being some distant, hands off executive wasn't his style. And whatever was about to come their way next, he'd need to be at his best to help.

( Elsewhere! )

Mami Tomoe wasn't normally a night owl. Before she was taken on board Stacy, she was never up at the wee hours of the morning; she needed all the rest she could get, after all, having to keep up with schoolwork and witch hunting. Even now, when she had nothing to occupy her time other than staying by her injured friend's bedside, one would think she would keep up that habit.

But that was far from the truth. Between her restlessness over Madoka's current condition and her frequent nightmares, Mami hasn't been sleeping well the past few days. So here she was, in the nearly vacant Obs Deck, staring at her nearly-dim Soul Gem. The sight greatly unsettled her, even though she didn't know what would happen when it went completely dark.

And then, as if in response to her thoughts, the gem flared to life. Not the healthy golden glow of a fully restored Soul Gem, no, but a dim, sickly glow. The only reason it would glow like this was if...

Damn.

In one fluid motion, Mami jumped off her chair, pulled out her comm, and punched in seven words:

Witch. Meet me in the Obs Deck.