The City; to be more precises, a square therein, some fifty-by-fifty meters, not to this point used.

That poor piece of land would never be the same.

The tome stood in the center, laughing like it was in the finals for the Biggest Ham in the Cosmos Awards (which at some point in time it very well might have been). Around it, several vacant-yet-cheerful people, his loyal (created) constructs, puttered about, cleaning up debris and generally making the place grungy-yet-livable.

"Hyaaaa ha ha ha ha! Clean, you battle-monkeys! Clean, like you've never cleaned before in your lives!" Which they hadn't, it occurred to him, but he wasn't about to let that derail a good monologue. "Make this plaza a suitable domain for the great and powerful Overlord Zetta!"

One of his people piled a variety of stuff Zetta had, after an extensive amount of metaphorical arguing as to what exactly qualified as biometric data for a freaking book, requisitioned out of the armory. Why on the ground instead of in the locker it all ought to be in? Zetta was used to it that way. Technically his loyal mooks had these things all equipped anyway, but here in their 'permanent' home they had no need.

"You!" he said to the 'leader', the green-haired girl that normally served as a transport. "Paint a portrait of the magnificent Lord Zetta! Then get me a throne! Hyaaa ha ha ha ha!"

I really need a castle. Every Overlord should have a castle. That thought came dangerously close to, I miss my castle! -- but Zetta didn't look backwards! He WOULD get his stuff back! He WOULD get his Netherworld back! And he WOULD get his body back.

"Hyaa ha ha ha! Mark my words, Ohm!" Zetta said, with the impression that he was shaking a fist at the ceiling. "Your days were numbered the moment you chose to mess with THIS Overlord!"

Let's hope no one was trying to get some sleep anywhere near this raving loon.

Arika stands at the front of the Jedi Temple, a bag of undergarments in one hand, and the other relaxed at her side. She is dressed in the outfit that Rein had made for her, looking at the temple with a somewhat intrigued, and yet sedated, expression. The structure is familiar, if only in the building techniques, and for a brief moment, she remembers Ostia, and the magic world, and she feels a small ache.

But that is gone as quickly as it had come. She does not have much effort to miss her old home. She has her son now. She has that part of her that she'd had to leave behind for his own safety. Negi requires all her attention and affection. The motherly affection that he'd been deprived of as a child.

Arika shifts on her feet, her low heels making click click sounds against the ground. She waits exactly where Negi told her to wait for him -- right in front of the temple. She assumes that this way, he won't have to go far to look for her in the city.

It was seriously feeling so much better now.

After dragging Setsuna every which way, trying to find what was going on around the ship, she decided that maybe this was a good time to meet Negi-kun, and find a place to sleep regularly.

...it also couldn't hurt to get clothes that weren't these... plantsuits. Not that she minded them too much, but being in something more fashionable made her feel better!

Slowly, she approached the conspicuous pink bus, not sure what to expect, but excited all the same.

The rest of the crew assembled on the Observation Deck to meet the latest editions to their numbers. After the revelation that their worlds are gone, many of them are even more eager to see people they knew from home.

Several people are set up near the doors to provide the new people with omnicoms and comm rings. New crew-mates might see a green-skinned alien and snake girl among their number. There are also several authoritative-looking figures ready to introduce themselves.

There's a lot to tell the new people. It's going to be a lot to take in.

[ooc: Only new characters and Command Staff can start new threads for introductions, to limit the number of threads. Everyone else, just tag in and have your guys greet the newbies.]