Harry Potter was, inexplicably, unbelievably (given the circumstances) bored.

Then again, maybe it wasn't so much boredom as the fact that he was used to running and fighting and running and mulling over puzzles and running and fighting and so on and so forth, that being stationary for so long was difficult to get used to. Knowing even more was to come had him keyed up with a sort of nervous energy that was difficult to disperse.

He tried fighting holograms with his magic in the Sensoriums, but that didn't help him in the least bit, because he only got more ramped up instead of letting the coiled up spring in his chest release. (Hands down, the feeling was far worse than previous chest-feelings he'd had in the past). He wandered the hallways aimlessly but that only made him feel more restless. He poked his nose in places he was fairly certain he wasn't supposed to go, like the Bridge and the Special Weapons lab, but that didn't help, either. He stared out the Obs Deck window, he canvassed the Art Hall, and he even took a hike through the city, but the feeling wouldn't go away.

In the end, he wound up in Hydroponics, laying down in the grass, the fake sun on his face. Pulling the legs of his plantsuit apart slightly got his feet free and let him wiggle his toes in the grass.

This is relaxing, isn't it? You can still do relaxing, can't you?

He couldn't, though. He just couldn't. In fact, he was fairly certain that even if Ron and Hermione had been there, and they'd been lounging around by the fire of the Gryffindor Common Room, he still would have had trouble.

Why couldn't he seem to let his guard down for even a moment?

[ooc: You can have your character find Harry in just about any area of the ship! Just specify where your character ran into him. Also, please note, I will be tagging this VERY slowly until probably Friday or Saturday, due to school.]

( Kaya entering the Sietch Tabr. )

Several hours would past before she emerged from the Sietch, but those that saw he would say she looked different: she stood straighter somehow, but she looked in a trance, one induced, and her eyes were bluer than they had ever been in the time they knew her. Her hair was loose around her, her feet bare, her clothes dusty and smelling faintly sweet, What was unmistakable was the look on her face: it was silent, accepting, but with a reserved joy that only one who asked would know.

Dawn had enjoyed her time at Happy Happy Fun World, but being down there reminded the girl of her dream, and even though she was the only Coordinator on board -who wasn't podded, now that she thought about it- she still had to keep her Pokemon in tip-top shape.

That was why she was in the Sensoriums, which currently looked like a stage - 3 podiums were set up in the far back, and a screen was near the ceiling above the girl's head. As for Dawn, she was wearing a simple pink dress with white mixed in and her hair in a ponytail.

"Ready? Come on out~!"

All of Dawn's Pokemon emerged from their Pokeballs, aside from Piplup who'd already been waiting: Mamoswine, Togekiss, Quilava, Pachirisu and Buneary. Her plan for the day? To train with her Pokemon and show off their unique skills to anyone who decided to arrive.

The Doctor had been following her.

It was something she had noticed right away, but like many things, had decided to ignore for the past few days. Whenever she was in the console room, she'd always turn and find him there. Trying to make himself seem busy. Whenever she went to the library to read the book he had left her, she'd see him making excuses to venture to and forth from the library. She counted five trips yesterday! The only place she seemed to be safe from him was her bedroom.

She knew exactly why he was hovering. After all, she'd been kidnapped by the Master and she wasn't sure just how much he knew of what went down. The Doctor, in his own way, could be such a worry-wort. River was hardly made of such delicate stuff. But to withstand the mental invasion of a Time Lord, she guessed the Doctor had reason to worry.

River had moved on fairly quickly. She'd gotten to humiliate the Master, after all and it was hardly the first time she'd been kidnapped. She really didn't want to have to have this conversation with him, but he was starting to get on her nerves.

Especially when she rounds the corner from the kitchen and bumps right into him.

"Doctor, is there a particular reason as to why you seem to pop up everywhere I go?"

She arches a brow at him, dropping one hand to her hip.

Jr. didn't use too much imagination for his trip to the Sensoriums today - at least in terms of landscape and specific places. He settled on an empty field and a blue, cloudless sky, because his focus was more on setting up things in his immediate area. He knew Howard would probably be starting on basic things, and if anybody else dropped by who was more practiced in the art of shooting, things should at least be set up in advance. And with a little organization.

A closet appeared next to the red-head, doors opened and showing off an assortment of different firearms. Old and new, bullets and lasers, handguns and rifles and machine guns and tons of other things to choose from. Their ammunition was in a box sitting on the floor next to the closet. Nearby, Jr. set up your very basic shooting range; un-moving, paper targets with markers slowly making their ways further away from them. Next to that, more or less the same thing, only the targets moved slowly, and there were less standing markers. Slowly the difficultly level made its way up as you walked along, markers disappearing completely and targets getting smaller and faster, moving even off the ground and into the air at the later levels. Some of the targets buzzed and hummed, and blindfolds could be noticed hanging from hooks by them.

And then props and environmental changes made their way in as you moved even further along, the practice ranges getting bigger as a result. There were rocks and trees and things to duck and hide behind, things to climb and leap off of and hidden traps in the ground that tried to make you lose your footing and concentration. And finally over toward the end were targets that fired back (though the bullets they fired were physically harmless and only there as indicators to whether or not you got hit) and looked more like some crazy obstacle course with optional moving (and flying) vehicles to ride in or give chase to. There were strange machines, too, with hidden points of vulnerability that a gunslinger had to find themselves, and quickly. Dummies hung from ropes, some of which swung back and forth and required a keen eye and great accuracy to shoot down. Basically, there were tons of things from action movies but also different scenarios that could very well come into play during a multiversal war. Jr. was looking to cover all of the bases if more than just Howard decided to drop by.


[ooc: open not just to characters who want to learn how to shoot, but anyone and everyone who wants to have some target practice fun or just pop in to say hi and marvel at the setup!]

When not working a particular shift at a department, and when taking a 'break' from work in general, Tim was prone to doing some working out and training. If he was going to be out of any one of his departments, for any given time, he might as well spend it keeping himself in shape and his body honed. It was productive and sometimes it could help him think. And it was certainly better than spending any pauses he had by idling. He couldn't afford to do that.

As Red Robin, it was easiest to just work out in Hydroponics, if he were doing straight up working out, practising with his staff and enjoying the more open feeling. He'd set up training runs and he could work with weapons in relative seclusion. In those instances, he would focus more on balance and take a calmer, slower route, using the lesser muscles and doing more work with the finer aspects of martial arts.

But, from time to time, the simpler ways to work out (as opposed to running simulations of gang wars, target practise, weapons training, etc) had a lot of merit themselves. Plus, sometimes it was nice to work out without being weighted down by leather and kevlar, which was a luxury he couldn't always afford on the ship. In those cases, Tim would be brought to the Sensoriums, where he could use the simulations to call up a virtual gym. Plus, the locale had the added bonus of him being able to use the illusory capabilities to hide that he was maybe a little too well muscled for a teenaged social worker, and it could cover up any questionable scars that showed. He could play the role of a normal, active teenager, there, easier than elsewhere.

For the time being, Tim had called up the scene of a gym, sports equipment scattered for him to use as he might. And it was good that, in a moment's notice, he could change it all over again-- to an ice rink for a more literal cool down, or to a field, for instance. A little lonely, playing alone? Tim certainly didn't mind. It was an effective enough workout, if nothing else. Tim stretched whilst he ran over the options in his mind.

((ooc: Feel free to join him as either RR or as Tim. c: And if you want anything in specific, just let me know!))

Maxine, being a pretty energetic girl, over all, wasn't exactly hard to find on the ship-- she had a tendency to be everywhere at once (well not literally, but that was obvious, wasn't it?) and to be moving excitedly from one thing to the other. She wasn't letting any of this situation get her down, and she was doing her best to adapt to the situation and to find a good place for herself! She still needed to figure out the departments and stuff, but for now? She had something she could work on that she felt pretty confident she was good at, and that she enjoyed. And that was a good start, right?

In the Sensoriums-- because she didn't want to waste anything with real supplies, that would be awful and unfair-- Maxine glided happily in her imaginary workshop. The entire room was spread haphazardly with cloth, sewing machines, mannequins and more-- basically everything she could want to make costumes and clothing. Even if this wasn't actually real. At the very least, she could use the Sensoriums to design some stuff that she could make for real, later! That way nothing would go to waste.

Cheerfully, Maxine settled in front of a mirror, humming loudly to herself while she held up fabrics in front of her, admiring the colours and materials.