Sakura had scoped out the Drunken Dragon before, if she'd never spent time in the tavern, even with Kang making a point of letting it be known alcohol wasn't the only thing offered at the tavern. Sakura hadn't been too inclined toward fruit juices in the last few whatever units of time since she glooped out of a pod and got felt up in the cleaning chamber. In fact, the ship as a whole made her relationship to odd (and familiar) viscous liquids rather chancy altogether.

None of this was on her mind tonight. This morning. This afternoon. No, whatever actual time this was, the Melting Clock was destroyed, the last few missions that had been chancy for crew were over and no casualties were reported to depress everyone, the Ohm weren't currently about to be directly engaged, Sakura and most of MedBay staff that could afford to be off shift were off shift (if Henderson didn't show himself, she'd be sad, and by all means Rory better be here after his last few "weeks"), and most importantly?

She would never have to talk or hear from Analog again.

"Here's to surviving the last few," she trailed off, "Last few crises, and whatever else is coming! Cheers!" She held up her clay mug to anyone in the general vicinity, tacking on a silent, Wish you were here, everyone. And I hope you cough up a cog or two, Analog!

[ ooc: Please, thread-jack with vigorous energy and wild abandon! ]

Now that everything was over, and people regained their memories and appropriate ages, Ronnae found herself staring at the sketchpad her younger self was carrying around. She was somehow scared of opening it. Fearful that the memories would be too painful. She had, after all, done her best to not think about things while on the ship. She knew it would only bring her heartache knowing that they might or might not be in the pods and even then, would they be the same? 

She sighed as she settled under the large tree that made up Nokosi's house, slumping down till she sat on the grassy floor, relaxing against the smooth bark of the tree. Placing the sketchpad on her lap, she looked at it with hesitation, maybe she'll take a peak.

Kang knew exactly what Marco meant in that omnicomm message, and honestly, he'd halfway expected it. He knew better than to discuss it in detail in any other way besides face to face, so when he found some free time, he made his way over to Cassie's house. The boy could usually be found there.

Sighing, he knocked on the door.

It had all started with a random, boring jaunt to Weapons and Possessions. Looking for random things to add to his Variable Fighter (which he was idly naming "Neo Tornado"), Sonic began knocking around a few things from his world. Admittedly, he was bummed that a lot of the stuff was Dr. Eggman's. And that, because they belonged to him, Stacy wouldn't let him take them. One listing, however, caught his eye.

"Chaos Emerald".

He couldn't believe his eyes. Were they actually here? On board the ship? A quick look-up and a retrieval later netted him with seven multi-colored gems. And most of all? Each one had its power. There was only one thing for him to do...

- - -

A few moments later, within the City, one could hear cheering echoing through area, usually followed by a sonic boom. The only signal that someone was there was a mysterious gold streak that raced through the streets and across the air. Coming to a stop in the air, the figure let out a whoop in excitement. The figure looked like Sonic, yet his quills was golden colored, his green eyes now red and was surrounded by a golden aura.

"Aw, man! This is great! Now I can show those Ohm creeps a thing or two, I don't care HOW they act!" he said, moving to lower himself to a rooftop. He wasn't sure how much longer the charge would last before it would go out for the time being. Right now, there was only one good thing about it all:

Super Sonic was back.

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MSCF 7 was a hulking fortress, made of miles of reinforced steel, concrete, and blast shielding. Its subbasements contained enough food, supplies, and oxygeon to care for an entire city for well over a year; it had been built to outlast a war, but refitted with multiple levels of decontamination chambers and air scrubbers once the threat of N5S had finally scared the parties in power into some form of preventative action against the virus.

And its roof was now covered with zombified drones.

Even with his enhanced vision, it was difficult to tell exactly how many there were, shambling about aimlessly as if in search of something -- or someone. With no warm human bodies to goad them into action, they were almost quiescent. Almost.

Zouichi grasped the haft of the collapsible axe, sliding it out of its resting place in one of his bike's compartments. It was a steep drop from where his bike was silently idling to the roof itself -- maybe a few stories, which he deemed more or less negligible. He snapped the axe back into its fully-extended position with one clean flick of the wrist.

Time to party (Y/Y)?

Now that the crisis concerning the clock and the children were over, she couldn't be more thankful. The gurgling roar that filled her mind had died down to a more manageable but similarly annoying simmer that continued to give her plenty of reason to be eternally displeased. Still, if she planned to be anything more than a lethargic shut-in, it would require her to brave the 'babbleroar'.

Mulling over her choices for some time, she eventually decided on Hydroponics and made her way there. With the minimal amount of time she'd actually spent on Earth after joining with the Superhomeys, most of her encounters with the natural world were only conjured up from the depths of her memories.

She began walking through the wide expanse of shrubs, trees and other vegetation, intent on both relaxing and rebuilding her mental imaging of how forests and jungles were actually supposed to appear.

It had come to her just a few days after returning to normal. Why not have a beach party? ...Well alright, her first thought had been 'why not have a war party' but then she wisely realized that not everyone would enjoy something like that. But everyone had enjoyed the time they had spent on the beach a year ago! ...At least until the Ohm came and ruined everything, but it still had been fun!

But her? Organizing a party? On a beach of all places? It would take research. Books. A lots and lots of books. A few days in between all her other usual routines and activities, the wunderkind was unusually quiet, her head stuck in between pages and taking down notes. After reading and thinking herself good enough (of course she was! She was the wunderkind, right?), Lash had finally gone into the Sensoriums and prepared.

The beach itself came from a mishmash of ones she had read up on along with her single experience a year and a half ago. The sand was warm, free of any debris a normal beach might have had and colored pearly white. Seashells dotted the shore, in intervals so that it wouldn't be too annoying to go into the water, some comically large but how could you argue with someone who didn't know about this? The water was clear, slowly fading from view as it got more and more blue reflecting the cloudless sky. A few schools of colorful fish could be easily seen, moving away whenever someone got too close to them.

The sun was warm, but not overly so. Humidity was at a comfortable level. Dreamlike perfect weather. If you looked really closely, you might notice that the sun itself changed from orange to yellow to red once in a while, giving the beach a subtle tint.

Parasols of all shapes and colors dotted the sandy landscape, nestled between palm trees of various sizes and large tropical flowers and a single human-sized large Venus Flytrap. A few hammocks were also strewn between two tree trunks, for those that desired a prolonged rest. There was also a volleyball court in the shade.

Lash had taken a few trips to get as much food slop as she could carry, and had turned it all into typical beach food (at least what the books had explained to her anyway). Hot dogs, hamburgers, tropical fruits, seafoods of all kinds and, curiously, large bowls of chocolate pudding were presented on...well, bare-bones picnic tables with no decoration whatsoever. She wasn't one to make things pretty. Another note stuck nearby told visitors to create more food if they didn't find anything they liked. Next to all of that, a large wheelbarrow filled to the brim with a sweets of all kinds for no real reason (watch out not to eat too many of the poprocks!)

The next few tables held all the alcohol and juice bottles. Lash, again, had been getting reference from the library's liquor books, trying to pamper to everyone's personal likes. However if you looked closely some of the bottles had unusual names on them; "I guess this is supposed to be vodka? What's vodka?" and "Green stuff! I don't know what it's supposed to be but, it looked cool, tee hee." Empty coconuts shells with rows upon rows of miniature umbrellas acted as drink holders. However if you wanted to use a cocktail shaker or other specialty tools to get all fancy, you'd need to create one yourself, Lash didn't know about them and therefore hadn't herself. Large buckets of ice stood nestled in larger blocks of frozen liquid nitrogen (hey...it was Lash, after all).

A robot band played close by to the food, each sporting a small name tag 'HI MY NAME IS ___', filled out with ones she had found in various music media (Bill, Ted, David, Nigel and Derek) sporting a fine selection of wigs that might remind people of the original musicians themselves. It was possible request a song, if you were able to think of it. Currently, they were playing something that sounded good to Lash's ears. But then when no one was asking anything, they'd play something with a little bit of more of party time.

This almost looked like a typical beach!

...until you noticed the two giant pirate ships in the middle of the ocean, and the giant sand castle farther away from the main beach area. Oh.Of course. Both had everything true pirates could ask for, even working cannons, treasures, hats and weapons. Yeap, that sounded a lot more like Lash's style. Look, she just really needed excitement in everything.

When everything was done, she put on her best swimsuit (and shades) before sending out a message to everyone (well the girls in particular) but didn't bother locking it to just them. After all, what was the fun if the boys didn't show up? Either way, it was going to be fun.

[[OOC - Feel free to jump into each other's conversations if you like or start new threads with an activity like 'so and so serves drinks', 'pirate ship battle' or 'this guy marches into the sensoriums with his speedo' etc. Have fun!]]

Sakura sighed, pushing her hair back off her forehead. The time inconsistencies were troubling, but there was little she could do with the Time Dragons officially back in place on Era. MedBay didn't need her for the moment, which left her for time to do something she'd wanted to since picking up his broadcast on the Omnicomm. She sent Ren a brief message, letting her know she was on her way home. Taking the grav tubes up to the proper level, she didn't even bother pretending she was working at normal speed. Not that anyone she passed was likely to notice for long. There was no one even to pass on her chosen pathway through the ship, humid air clearing only slightly as she entered the City proper.

She didn't slow down until she found herself on the short expanse of street in front of the Atori Teahouse. Windblown hair fell more or less in place as she smoothed it down, walking the last remaining distance. There was a lot more she needed to understand about all her roommates, and to be fair, that they needed to know about her. She might as well start with Ren, her concern for him and the events linked to the clock being very real.

She called out as she slipped in through the door. "Ren?"