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[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

More new arrivals but her business was elsewhere, and she figured she would be meeting them soon enough anyway.

The Sensoriums were set to look like Central Park as a pleasant spring day. Gentle breeze blowing while Kate lined up her shots toward the targets 50 feet away. It was very nice and pretty. A nice contrast from the ugliness of late. She had been feeling so mixed lately. Between being angry at Paco, nervous about Brenda's arrival, and then that whole last moment as the Yeerk died, it's been a very confusing time mentally and emotionally. She took her shots.

Still off. She went to go fetch her arrows, but then paused before find a place near a tree to slump down. She drew her knees up to her chin, and set her bow on the ground by her. She then lowered her head face down, and drew in slow shuddering breaths. She wasn't crying at the moment, but only because she wasn't sure how to feel at the moment.

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[oneiropompuppet.livejournal.com]

Penelope hasn't figured out any Sensorium etiquette yet. She pokes her head in, her expression eager. She stops, awed at the sight of Central Park in spring. She's always felt a connection to the season spring, though she never joined the Spring Court.

But this means the room is in use, and she shouldn't stand around gaping. "Sorry," she says and begins to back out. Then she catches the sound of slow, shuddering breaths - the kind that preface tears.

Her backing out turns to stepping farther into the Sensorium.

[found-myway.livejournal.com]

Zuko's not familiar with New York. So he gives the distant buildings and their strange architecture a suspicious, analytical look before casting his gaze around the rest of the scene. A garden, sort of - it has the look of a cultivated meadow, but the flowers are sparse, almost unplanned, very different from the elaborate parks and gardens of his youth. A good, big space for running around. He almost expects to see kids chasing each other.

Then he sees Kate's arrows, a bit off target, and then Kate, slumped on the ground. He's not good with crying girls, but turning around with out a word would be . . . well, not a very good way to make allies, and his uncle would tell him that allies (Uncle would call them "friends") are what he should be making here.

Though to be fair, Zuko's pretty certain that Iroh would already be friends with at least two thirds of the crew if he was around. The younger prince of the Fire Nation just isn't that social.

"You're good," he says, gruffly, aiming for a change in subject. He shrugs his shoulders towards her arrows. They're off the mark, but not everybody has to be a Yu-Yan Archer.

[ihasvision.livejournal.com]

Shawn's being his usaly chipper self, and pretty much bouncing around from one spot to the next. (mostly to avoid anyone who would hit him for the fake psychic thing.)

"...so, what's up?" Shanw says, seeing Kate in the Sensorium.

[ford-sawyer-815.livejournal.com]

Well, looky-here, just who someone who's having a tough emotional time needs to see when they're, well, having a tough emotional time: Mr. Unsympathetic, himself. Sawyer stands in the doorway of the Sensorium with a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. He's been drinking a lot since he got on board but, then again, what else was there to do? It's just too bad no one else can get to his stash.

From his spot, he stood taking in the holographic projections being produced by the sensorium. The amused smirk on his face said that he was rather impressed.

"Well, idn't this Trekky," he commented, glancing at the only other person in the room.