Morgan having made the call for anyone interested in their potential class to come meet them in the city, they awaited everyone who said they would be attending. The location itself, at least, was easily spotted by those looking for it, so Tim had approved the suggestion by Morgan for the meeting spot. And it did have a training room.

Tim himself was willing to give them a window of time to arrive, though he wanted to be organised and punctual enough to not keep people waiting either. At least they were able to mingle with each other in the mean time.

First they would have a meeting for those interested in assisting-- as teachers for specific skills or otherwise-- so that they had a firmer idea of where they stood with what they could teach. After that, of course, was the meeting for interested pupils, to organise. After that, they could get sanction to begin.

((ooc: Appropriate subthreads are up for everyone!))

After a few days -- weeks -- however long he'd been here, Morgan had finally settled into what he considered to be an adequate training regimen, for those times when he wasn't needed in Medical.

As a general rule, he began his day in the Sensorium, shaping it in the image of the mountaintop dojo he favored. One lone building atop a peak in the midst of a mountain range, lacking walls so the cool, thin air could drift through as he ran through forms and katas. A path wound its way around the peaks, and the frigid springs that formed small lakes and streams that poured off the edges in grand waterfalls. Next to this path ran a series of poles on which he ran, or jumped, when his regimen called for that sort of exercise.

Training in a simulated environment like this was old hat.

After he finished there, it was off to the river, where he (with some effort) persuaded his plantsuit to retract till it resembled closer to a bathing suit than anything. For what felt, at least, like an hour or two, the Akashic stood motionless in the river, submerged up to his neck. Legs spread, arms out, and hair streaming behind him in the current, he meditated. Harmony and moving in tune with the universe were key to his philosophy, after all. The currents, the flow of water around his fingers and limbs, and the silence were magnificent for that sort of understanding.

Then, off to the W.I.T.C.H. bus! Since Kaya had so kindly allowed him use of its training facilities, he made good use of that offer. This section of his training he devoted to melee weapons -- primarily his sword, of course, but he allotted time for other swords, staffs, daggers and knives, and tonfa as well.

And last, perhaps the oddest of all training exercises if one didn't know that to the mind of an Akashic, all things are martial arts: Morgan returned to the sensorium, not to fight or exercise or run, but to play. Electric guitar in hand, voice lifted in defiance of his one-held belief that he simply sounded terrible, and whatever backing was necessary conjured by environment, he rocked out, mixing up from simple guitar covers to lead guitar and vocals in full songs.

That lasted until he was exhausted, satisfied, or -- admittedly -- hit hard enough by nostalgia that continuing became prohibitive. Then it was time to clean up, relax, and see what else he had to do.

There was something that Sakura didn't want to or like to admit: this ship scared her. Granted, she had somewhat overcame her fear of the supernatural after the incident with The Erase, but this was different. She was on a massive spaceship, in the middle of who-knows-what, told to face something she'd never heard of and the only person by her side was her best friend, someone she absolutely didn't want to get involved in this mess.

At the moment, Sakura had perched herself on top of the roof of her current home - the W.I.T.C.H. Bus, trying to distract herself with other ideas. Lost in her thoughts, she idly looked at the various buildings, seeing what was around. As much as she liked the bus, she figured her and Tomoyo in their own place would be a lot better so those who are living in there now aren't overwhelmed.

Normally, Kaya would have spent the whole day at the hotel, preparing for the meeting: cleaning, making sure the pool was at the right temperature, making sure all the food was ready. However, there were a few people missing, notable Overlord Zetta, Lash, Hit Girl and a few others, so she wanted to have this less formal one on the bus, particularly since they had the classrooms at their disposal.

This didn't mean, of course, that Kaya was going to NOT prepare things as usual. There was a tray of several different snacks available for those who attended, as well as a projector set up in Tarnee's room set up by Beastboy since Kaya still hadn't quite gotten the hang of the modern technology possible to make movies.

In the meantime she still had the common area spruced up and sparkling, and was greeting people at the door.

[[Having this set up so people can drop by: the bulk of the meeting and introduction will be out up later this evening!]]

It seemed that she had spruced up the place only a few days ago, and here she was again, making sure that the bus was good and ready for Katara. There was little to do of course, but she found doing this helped her to quell some of the anxiety she was feeling. The GAang had their waterbender after all, what need would they have for Kaya? She didn't want to think that was the case of course, which was why she had put that front for Azula, but she couldn't act like she didn't feel that a little. Which was why she wanted to have a chance to talk to Katara at length, and quell her fears about anything else. Despite everything, this was her teacher, and she had been in her head a long time before she had her own. There was no one else she respected, more besides Aang, from their world. Katara being here meant that they at least had another piece of their world here on the ship

Which was why, in the common are, she's prepared several soups and fish based foods (based, since they were alien fish, after all). She wiped her brow, and waited for her teacher: she had, after all, been very explicit about the directions.

Irma was gone. Matt was gone. Just about everyone from their universe seemed to have been podded, and Kaya decided, in the wake of this, that she should still make sure the classrooms were kept clean. The place she was staying, Will's room with all of the gymnastics, had been clean after Kaya ad attempted a fairly rigorous workout. She had made sure that Matt's wares were stocked, the common room swept and cleaned, so that when the other came around, they would have a nice place to sit and talk.

First there was Cornelia's room, with all of its earth nation goodness and flowers, making sure that the architecture was carefully polished and everything watered so nothing was neglected. She couldn't help passing by this room and thinking of Toph.

Then she moved onto Hay Lin's room, which never failed to remind her of Aang with all of its wind implements, very much something an airbender would have loved: she would have to make sure to tell both Aang and Nima about it if they had the chance to visit. It always seemed so big and grand and open to her, as she thought the element air should anyhow.

Tarnee's room, while once making her wary with its affiliation for fire, was gotten over once you stepped inside: it was kept in balance with all of the books and the globes that were a representation of energy everywhere. She always loved coming here to expand her mind a bit, and it was a perfect reflection of an intellectual girl Kaya never had the pleasure of meeting.

And then, of course, there was Irma's room. She knew there was an obvious bias here, stepping into the room that reflected her best, with all of its watery element and the ability to swim in and out of the water that surrounded the room. She was cleaning here a little, and then could not help herself: she discarded her clothing, wrapped only in her underclothes and jumped in, allowing the underwater environment to envelop her. Perhaps her favorite thing about this place was how she could still breathe underwater.

She was so entranced, she did not notice anyone coming in.

It was an exhausting week.

Between medbay, chasing after a playful Ronnae, dealing with a hormone filled Overlord and still bemoaning the loss of a friend and the gaining of an enemy, Kaya wanted nothing more than to stay in her room and leave everything to its own devices. Of course she knew better: people needed help, with the de-aging and the situation on that planet, and she was already worrying about Billy to death.

One thing she hadn't done though, was visit the people she cared about most,and she wanted to correct that now: she hadn't seen Matt in a week, and Negi, who she cared for like a little brother, even longer. So she made her way to the W.I.T.CH, bus and knocked on the door.

The first thing Hayate did as soon as she was spat out by GLaDOS was to rush back to where Zwei had been so kind to set her up in the WITCH Bus.  Of course, being the WITCH Bus, it wasn't the easiest place to get around in, especially after a long absense.  She wandered in and out rooms and halls trying to find her place

A look to the left, to the right, and then over her shoulder.  Either this brunette was paranoid, or bewildered as she wandered about.

She did eventually find her own place ... such wonderful Knight she had, everything was just as she'd left it... weeks, and not even dust was allowed to collect.

Her family ... she was certain they'd be here any time now, but just to expedite thing she would start sending little mental messages.  To Nanoha and Fate as well.

((Feel free to pop in on Hayate or bump into her in the halls))

Breathe in, breathe out.

Matt was in a rather unorthodox position on the ground. Instead of being in one of those lotus positions that people come to associate with meditation, Matt was flat on his back with the lights lowered to a gentle hum. He was laying on a training mat and his breathing was slow, and his eyes closed. It looked like he was sleeping if it weren't for the cool glass of water in his hand.

He was dressed oddly even for Matt, in a rather feminine suit of armor, chestpiece and all. He didn't wear the helmet, but once in a while his hand would go out and touch the item that was at the side. He had rarely taken off Aqua's armor for the time being, just until he got everything under control.

In, breathe out. Sip water. Repeat.

Hayate, Vivio and Zwei had a, shall we say, lackluster Christmas with all their friends and family gone. And today, after New Year's Day was over with, Hayate had one thing set in mind as she called all her friends and family to get together:

You owed her (and Vivio especially) one Christmas.

So here she was on the WITCH Bus with some past due Christmas cakes a little fake tree that was as of yet undecorated but next to a box of ornaments.

Party. Now. Your (former) boss demands it. She also demands you were the santa girl outfits. No, seriously, she's handing them to you as you enter the door. "Zwei and I were hoping you get here sooner, but whatever, we had these prepared for ya."

There's a curtain to change behind. Hayate is pointing to it.

((Yes, there's one for you too Signum. Hayate and Zwei may have pulled an all nighter. Arf, you're a reindeer. The children have elf costumes.))

She'd been going to the W.I.T.C.H. bus the last few days, catching up with Negi, and was starting to feel pretty good. There was no potential awkwardness, mostly because she hadn't seen Will yet and saw Matt only a few times. Recently though, she noticed that Zuko wasn't around now, and after several inquiries, she realized he'd been repodded, along WITH Goliath. She had stayed in her room, making sure to put up a barrier: she knew the guys would be feeling her pain otherwise, and she wanted to keep this to herself.

And then she saw Matt's post and knew that as much as she was hurting, Matt was probably worse off. She set for the bus immediately, hoping that he was okay, trying to ensure she was feeling a little better herself, and had brought a small tray of snacks and hot tea.

She arrived, entering the bus and knocked on his door. "Matt? It's Katara. Can I come in?"

Hayate had chosen a relatively non-descript and empty room in the WITCH Bus; to her, it seemed perhaps the place least likely for Stacy to spy on her, but for extra certainty she'd lined the floor with some soft, thick sheets to sit on, and she had more sheets (quite large ones, in fact). And flashlights. But the reason why one could only guess.

She clicked a pen tip in and out repeatedly against the surface of blank pages on a clip board as she waited for her staff to show up. Even when everyone else save for Vita had more seniority on the ship than Hayate did, she'd been long used to feeling like the boss. The friendly boss, but the boss.

Hay Lin could tell that despite the confident tone Matt might have had with her earlier, finding out about what had happened really hurt. So, when he invited her to the study for tea she decided that would be the best time to grill him ask him about it.

Besides she thought excitedly while knocking on the door to the study, it's not every day you get to have tea on a bus!

"Knock, knock! Anybody home~?"

Arika couldn't get away from the Obs Deck fast enough. As soon as the worst of it began, she was gone. She'd steeled herself enough to watch the main course, and she'd had enough. She'd been quick to get the WITCH Bus in her low heels, moving quickly through the City despite how tired she felt, or how her feet ached so much.

She'd flung open the door to the Bus and burst in. She headed for the kitchen, eyes closed tight as she tried to block out the images of what she'd seen. This of course lead her to stumbling over the small table and fall flat onto the kitchen counter with a SMACK.

It hurt, but it did some help in distracting her from what had been circling around in her mind. Shakily, she raised herself up, staring down at the table, trying to regain control of her breathing.

She should be used to this. She had been a queen and had heard and even once or twice witnessed that kind of brutality. But in truth, Arika had a weak stomach for the kind of violence.

"...how is that even allowed?"

Devlin was feeling a little better--at the very least, he wasn't in a whole lot of pain. His left arm was in a sling, though, and he had pillows around that side as he sat in one of the WITCH bus's many rooms. Nearby, he had his omnicom, where he'd borrowed several songs from the Media Library. What was the best music for getting out of the "My best friend and I did something stupid and because of it, I got hurt and can't do anything for a while?" Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody." An oldie (and definitely by his time) but a goodie.

He fished out a piece of fluorite from his pocket and tossed it in the air with his right hand. As he caught it, he absorbed enough crystal to cover his hand, then let go of the absorption to toss it again. Each time he caught it, he absorbed the crystal, slowly but surely improving his reflexes.

Even with Hayate to look after, certain new neighbors who were prone to violently explosive magical experiments, and her nascent information-gathering project Reinforce was still a Device with a good deal more free time than she really liked to have. Until she closed her self-imposed review process and the 'magic census' got into full swing it took little of her time... and with comments dropping off and Aibghalien's lab mostly squared away she was if anything in a bit of a lull. Hayate was always there... but she wanted the girl to find her own place on the ship and not cling too closely to her.

That left her with time to dispose of as she wished... what slightly less stoic individuals called 'leisure.' It was, unfortunately, a concept the Book had little experience with; even joyful Hayate had always been a busy girl faced with the imposing tasks of first living alone and then making a functioning family out of the Wolkenritter.

Still, she had a curious nature that made it easy to find things to do even if they weren't exactly traditional recreation. She'd long since created all the rooms she had any serious intention of using consistently, like the observatory Matt had helped her with, but she still enjoyed generating new rooms in the WITCH Bus. Matt had been able to create the room quite easily but she preferred to leave objects in empty spaces and come back later to see what had been created, a process she thought of as 'growing' the rooms. The hobby had taken on an experimental side - she liked to vary the strength and consistency of the cues she gave and study the common design elements of the various rooms in what was admittedly a mostly-fruitless but to her entertaining attempt to evaluate the Bus's governing intelligences.

She had been experimenting with natural spaces lately, and today she'd brought several that suggested an arid environment; a hardy cactuslike plant from the hydroponics section, salt, and, in a more symbolic gesture, an empty drinking-glass. She was particularly interested in whether the Bus was responsive to such elements, and had prepared another otherwise identical room without it for comparison.

Now, to wait...!

Exhaustion. Exhaustion coupled with incredible stress from overwork and a long-lasting incubating bug from Zokez. That was medical's diagnosis for him. Coupled with getting hammered by the previous rage virus, it had driven Ed into a state of misery as he was laying in bed, curled up with several layers on him.

Currently, Ed was staring into the ceiling counting the star patterns that were embedded into the ceiling. Once in a while, a sheep would meander by, and he would add it to the tally. He was up to fifty by now. An untouched bowl of now cold soup was next to him as the last attempt to eat had caused him to stumble to the bathroom.

As such, the small alchemist was too weak to even wear his automail, as it was too heavy for his weakened state. His good hand was holding a small pocket book where he was reviewing notes.

"So bored," grumbled Ed.

Matt was back in action.

Sort of.

Dressed in sleeping clothes and a housecoat, he still sported bandages all over his body but the sheer quantity of them were hidden under his robes. Some of them peeked out from under his sleeves and shorts, but he was feeling much better after the numerous treatments.

Currently his bed was propped up with pillows as he sat up in bed, a pencil moving across a paper as he hummed out a tune, making notations as his voice pitched higher or lower. Waggling it between his fingers, he tapped the pencil again before writing again.

"Bring in the dream, the flutter of wings, give the chaos a shake and bring it to a halt..." he murmured before changing a few of the lyrics.

So engrossed in his song writing, he didn't notice he had left the door open for visitors. Not like he could stop anyone however from entering.

Matt shifted in his bed, eliciting a grunt of pain. Blinking, he realized belatedly that he was in a bed. Hmm... was he...?

Opening his eyes fully, he realized that he was in the mini infirmary of the bus, but the location had been moved. Presumably by someone who comandeered his keys. He was also wrapped in bandages but the worst of his injuries had been worked on. He was also, not to put a fine point on it, naked.

Groaning, he turned his head to the side, trying to figure out just who moved him there and if Asuna was okay. "... w-water," he croaked to the air.

Matt knew Asuna was running as fast as she could. He knew that he was in trouble. He knew he was bleeding but he staunched most of it.

Sodden in vomit and blood running down his sides with a heat-scarred set of ribs, he waited, barely teetering on consciousness after the unintentional beating he took from the girl.

He couldn't find it in him to be upset. She was suffering, same as he was.

Will... was Matt's last thought before he almost slipped into unconsciousness.

(ooc: keep it to one thread please.)