In the short time that Katara had been on the meatship, she'd found herself getting rather used to the environs. Sure, it was nothing like what home had been, but if Katara had clung on to that, she never would have adjusted to the meatship, and that would have been all kinds of bad. Besides, the people had been nothing but warm and friendly to her, with an obvious exception or two, and she had plenty of familiar faces around to keep her from feeling, well, lost and alone.

She was on her own today, though, exploring the ship, letting herself learn where everything was so that she didn't really have to rely on anyone else. It wouldn't be fair to them, nor would it be fair to her. Besides, if something crazy did happen on board, she'd only end up being a hindrance if she wasn't able to get from point A to point B on her own.

Katara had already discovered the freaky Art Hall, and the Tapestry room up on the fifth level. She'd also had her breath taken away by the spacewalk before she'd decided to descend into the city and get to know that place better as well.

Currently, she was down on the city level, at a place which the omnicomm called Faron Spring. She was kneeling by the water's edge, enjoying the relative peace and quiet that the area had to offer. She felt a sense of serenity as she waved her hands over the water, sending it rippling back and forth in little waves. No heavy waterbending here, just some nice, calm relaxation, which was how she liked it for now, given the serene feeling that she was getting from this area of the city.

Howard hasn't gotten a full night of sleep since a little before they landed on Galilee. The events of that particular mission certainly haven't helped. Recently he's taken up to squinting to combat the way his eyes feel as if they're covered in dustbunnies and sand, and his usual skittishness has turned into an unconscious twitch and tremble.

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He sits with his back against one of the trees, resting his head on a loose knot and swallowing pieces of overripe fruit while barely chewing. It's a temporary comfort. Just because people disappear on Stacy doesn't mean she's about to put them in some death trap. Stacy's always been like this, taking people when it makes sense to her. It's just never been someone close to Howard.

Thinking about how he's the only person from the FAYZ still awake here sends a shiver down his back, but the sweet juice in his mouth does well to remind him that he's not back home, not in the FAYZ, not buying time from death, not going to go hungry again.

[OOC: Due to the tone of this post I'd like to keep this limited to a few threads; hit me up in PM or AIM if you want to tag here. I'll be having a less wangsty open post for Howard up in a few days for those interested in getting CR with him under different circumstances.]

Ron whistled as he walked through the more populated parts of the city with a sheaf of posters in his arm. Oh, he was gonna get Lash good. He was going to make sure she won. And considering his prior experience running elections, even though that had been a total disaster, he was pretty sure he could do it.

"hmmhmm well be walkin' on the sun, hmmhmmhmm, might as well be walkin' on the sun..." he sang to himself as he pasted one of the posters to a wall. Far behind him were several more put up just like it.

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Rory Williams.

His name was on the list of the wounded from the clone mission and River couldn't bring herself to sit still or think straight until she made her way to the Med Bay. She knew of Rory's reputation for brushes with death, but the Doctor had been right by his side, so she had thought he would be safe enough. It wouldn't do to create a fuss. She was virtually a stranger to this man and it would seem strange to him if she fussed over him like she did the Doctor. So, she promised herself she would only pop in for a quick visit and then be on her way again.

It took a bit of maneuvering to find him, but find him she did. River Song walked into that room with her head held high and a tight lipped smile on her face. Never knowing, never even guessing that their relationship would be forever changed from this moment on. Her relationship with her father was quite estranged, even before she had arrived.

"You alright there, Rory?"

Hana's walking about the City again.

He's not sure why he likes it so much. He could come up with some dumb reason about always being close to citys, growing near Tokyo and all, and how it 'feels like home', but that would be stretching the truth. Plus, it sounds cheesy.

Besides, the City's not like a real city. The buildings are too mismatched, not in that 'built during different eras' way, more like 'built in totally different universes' way, (which they are) and in some places they were too far apart. There's not enough people crowding the streets. Electronic billboards are an oddly rare sight, even more so if they so much as flicker. And there's a distinct lack irritating construction work.

No, not a real city. In fact, much cooler than a real city.

It's the place he's staying the most since arriving back.

Kicking up dust. Sitting on crumbling walls. Perching on unsafe ledges. Leaning against filthy buildings.

Thinking about what happened back on the mission, among other things.

Allowing himself time to go through the things buzzing about in his head.

He doesn't talk to himself during these times of thoughts, that would be strange. He's just silent. But with every rare passer-by he doesn't shy away, instead he smiles slightly and nods to, socially.

Well, it's boring to be alone and pensive for long periods of time, isn't it?