Riddick and the Guv had settled in at the base of the steps to Notre Dame. Riddick was sprawled on the bottom three steps casually, holding a tin cup. There was steam rising from it, and from the kettle on the hotplate the Guv had brought along with him. They were both, in fact, drinking something hot from tin cups. Whatever it was, it didn't smell very good. Actually, it smelled pretty terrible.

Riddick had apparently found knitting needles of some kind -- They looked startlingly like bone -- and a rather shabby looking roll of yarn. He was knitting as they chatted, though they weren't actually saying much.

It looked, for all the world, like a "Name the Problems" domestic scene. Two convicts, one knitting, both sipping tea, relaxing at the steps of a famous Cathedral.

They probably had enough tea to share, if anyone dared to try it.

[[OOC: Request one or the other, or we'll pull names out of a hat! :P]]

Grim Eyes still didn't understand how these things worked - to her, it seemed like if it wasn't real, she shouldn't be able to smell it. You couldn't smell anything in a dream, and as far as she was concerned the Sensoriums were just an overly elaborate dream. With smells. That could hurt you if you let them.

But, as with most things that she didn't fully understand, she left the figuring out part to people with more interest in figuring it out and used the parts that benefited her as she saw fit. To this end, as she stepped into the Sensoriums, her ears twitched when it changed itself seamlessly into the Tribe's territory.

She took her spear over to the nearest rock and began the laborious process of sharpening it. It hadn't had a decent sharpening since she came aboard this confounded ship, and if she was going to be hunting, she was going to need it. As she ground it against the stone she hummed the methodical, repetitive tune of the Tribe sending their hunters off to provide.

She was probably the last person in the universe who knew it, now.

It was their first date.

Well, it was more like their second date but Cassie would rather not consider their last "date" a real date. Because having dinner with someone who looked like Tony Stark for the first half of the date was really, really creepy. And then AIM attacked and Jonas got his arm stuck in her chest cavity.

Yeah, she really didn't want to consider that their first date. Unless something else ten times worse happened during this one. Like getting tentacle groped by Stacy (Ew). Or getting interrupted by Iron Lad.