Beastboy sighed and his sigh echoed much louder then he'd have liked in the pool area of the Outsider's headquarters.

He'd just found out that Katara wasn't just missing, she'd been re-podded. Needless to say it was a blow that had sent him reeling.

Katara was one of the first people who had spoken to him. She'd always supported him and encouraged him. Her energy and optimism had kept the Outsider's coming back together time and time again to attempt to socialize and train.

And now she was gone and he was the last man standing so to speak. The Outsider's were his responsibility now. Not something he'd been hoping for.

He kicked off his shoes and flopped onto the side of the pool dipping his feet in. He'd go for a swim in a minute but for now he just needed to think about what he was going to do next.

Why does it seem like every girl I really like get's put back to sleep? He mused his ears drooping with annoyance.

It was, all things considered, a pretty good day. Sokka had decided to take the day off and spend the day doing something he loved: fishing. He wasn't sure if there were actually any fish in the river that ran through the city now, but that wasn't really the point. The point was that he had a body of water and a stick with a piece of line that was baited with a worm. He was happy to sit beneath the artificial sun, hat pulled over his eyes and stick held easily in his hands as he idled the day away. True, he could have done this in the Sensoriums but that wouldn't be the same. Real water was just more satisfying. And maybe he'd go for a swim later.

All in all it was shaping up to be a pretty good day.

The precog lounged in a chair by the pool at Outsiders' HQ, her hair pulled back in the style she now dubbed "the Katara", and her toes covered by soft slippers. She was dressed her "bum around HQ" clothes of baggy t-shirt of Querl's tastes, with shorts and a bandanna tied up in her hair. Open on her lap was a copy of Faulkner's The Sound and the Fury, and she was already on page one-hundred-and-one.

It was a quiet enough day for her to lounge about the pool. No immediate team training was needed, Katara was in good spirits, her kids weren't getting into trouble (she was trying to push the fact that Ben was very much aware of her and Querl's sexual activities as far out of her mind as possible), Querl seemed to be quite happy tinkering away...and it would only take another month before they could move into their house.

Things seemed to be going quite well, albeit strangely...but then. She'd be worried if things weren't strange.

A pile of pool cleaning equipment sat lonely to the far right, having been used to clean the pool only an hour ago, before Nura had completely finished cleaning as much of HQ as she could.

"Faulkner had some major mother issues," Nura sighed as she turned a page in her book. "I should've grabbed Sense and Sensibility..."

[I wanna bendy time this to two days after the announcement, so it won't seem too random.]

She felt guilty that she had taken this long. They had met several weeks ago, and she had made a promise to get to training as soon as she could. Sadly, things came up that had forced her to take some time for herself: she was in a better place now, and it was time to get back to business. uh

When it came down to it, the marriage planet had been good for couples, but her interest was with what happened with the people who hadn't participated. Once again, there was an attack,and when it happened, despite them being strong, capable people, it regressed to arguments and pointless infighting, and this was a problem. Then of course there was the idea of how to compliment one fighting style and another. After thought, the best thing to do seemed to have all the guys come here, show what they could do, and start organizing training that way, get some input, trade different information, relay tactics. It would be unorganized for this meeting alone, but afterward they could start and tailor the training to their strengths, add in situations that played on their weaker points for good measure.

This would be a good way to get other people talking, really start to learn about how they fought and where they came from. The Sensorium would be blank for now: she figured Beastboy should be the one to add a little flair to their surroundings.

She did have to compose herself a little though: she hadn't been happy to hear Tavros was gone. He had been a nice person, and he was Alex's roommate.

The bottling of the beer hadn't taken long. Six collective bottles she'd filled and brought back to Outsiders HQ, for the sake of youth in rebellion. Doing something she really wasn't supposed to. But the fact that Querl definitely would not approve only made it more...tempting.

Setting the box on the coffee table in the main room of the building, she let out a sigh, mind pondering over her surrogate sister's current disposition and mood. There'd been hesitance in Katara's texts, and perhaps even in her speech, if she'd dictated to the omnicom like Nura commonly did. Moving her hands away from the set box, Nura briefly wondered if needed to make good on that promise she made to Katara that she (Nura) would snap whichever boy hurt her, in half.

But her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the front door opening. Putting on a smile to keep appearances for now, she straightened her clothes consisting of baggy, witty t-shirt (this one was purple and said I AM SURROUNDED BY PRIMATES on the front. It'd been made especially for Querl, but Nura couldn't resist wearing her husband's new clothes.) and shorts and flip-flops, and walked out of the main room, still smiling as well as she could could.

"Hello. Welcome to the Outsiders' headquarters. How can I make your day absolutely chummy?" She said this with a wry tone and witty edge. Yes. There was some form of sarcasm laced in somewhere.

Those left outside the city would find their experience to be far less exciting, but at least it was still relaxing for the most part.

The accommodations they were given were relatively spartan but well maintained, and the locals seemed nice enough. The food was good, and they were treated fairly well despite refusing to undergo the rituals.

But strangely, by the time night started rolling around, the locals began hurrying to finish up whatever they were doing, cutting conversations short and rushing back inside. By the time the sun fell, none of the locals were outside.

...Well. That certainly wasn't ominous.

[ooc: secondary plot is go! try to keep everything in one thread for now]

Those who had decided not to undergo the rituals were given the option of staying near the observation deck, or in the small settlement near the edge of the trees.

The buildings of the settlement were made of the same stone as the wall, complete with the tribal markings, and people filled the streets, mostly consisting of those waiting for friends. Several more Moai could be seen, oftentimes around groups of Rapa Nui, dwarfing them in size. There were many more Rapa Nui scampering through the crowds, fixing things up here and there, or cleaning messes.

[Go forth and socialize!]

Once those who decided to go along on the mission were gathered on the Obs Deck and had time to go over the mission briefing, the detachment procedures began.

As with the missions before, the doors to the Obs Deck closed before it detached itself from Stacy, tethered by a massive umbilical cord. Those who had been on missions before would find the experience familiar if still somewhat unpleasant, but for those of whom this was their first mission, the sudden lack of gravity and lurching feeling as they entered the atmosphere would come as a surprise.

Thankfully though, the ride was quickly over as they landed safely on the planet below, the gravitational dampeners of the Obs Deck gently dropping the crew members back on their feet. One of the walls opened up, forming a ramp to the ground below. There was a sudden, slight gust of air as the door opened as the thick air rushed in. Even so, the air felt quite warm and refreshing.

Looking outside, the crew would see the bright yellow sun looming overhead, quite close in comparison to the sun on most planets. A handful of small, silver clouds dotted the blueish purple sky.

Ahead of them stood a rather impressive looking plateau, surrounded by a tall, ornate stone wall which was covered in tribal markings. Directly ahead was a large gate through the wall, with several small stone buildings in front of it. Beyond the gates, a larger settlement could be seen. Surrounding the plateau and covering the surrounding region were numerous strange, blue and purplish trees and plants.

[ooc: hold up until subthreads are set up]

[ooc2: ready! feel free to tag!]

The house that Nura set her heart on was next door to Ben's. It was a sturdy structure, with two floors, two bedrooms, a kitchen, a living room, a basement, two bathrooms, and extra rooms that she and Querl could fill with whatever they wanted. She'd already started to hang some of her drawings in hand-made frames on the walls.

It had taken her and Ben many weeks to clear away the rubble and fix up the chipped walls and fill in the numerous dents and cracks in the structure. But it'd been worth it last week when she and Devlin had finally gotten to the paint and brushes. They'd had to keep coming back to finish all the rooms, but they'd accomplished the incredibly large, time-consuming task. As Nura guided Querl from the lifts to the City, to the front yard of the house, she wondered if the paint would be dry by now.

"This way." She pushed aside the front gate, and let them both in. "Careful on the path, I'm putting in cobble-stone." She continued up to the front door, stepping up to the porch, reaching over to the light fixture on the side of the house. "It's not really cobble-stone, but I'm using chunks from the old damaged buildings in the City to play a part."

[ooc: takes place after this conversation.]

Anybody entering the Sensoriums today would get a sense of dread from the scene that would meet them. It was a scene of a planet left in ruins - the sky that would normally be a bright light blue was tinted a toxic green, chunks of debris and pieces of the dead planet easily noticeable just outside the atmosphere. Barren mountains and craters were in the distance, and in the area of entrance was nothing but a sandy expanse, filled with far too few trees that didn't look like they'd last for very much longer.

There were two ships also noticeable in the area. The first was very obviously destroyed, crashed onto the planet long ago. Nobody would guess that humanity's savior would have been living in a place like this. The other ship was small, new, like it was completely functional and had just touched down on the planet. This is where Dhianeila decided to keep herself lest somebody wound up entering the Sensoriums. Her projection, however, was standing in the middle of the empty area - or rather kneeling, as she hovered a hand over the ground in thought.

She stood, looking up to the sky with an expression of hopefulness, though she also looked a bit lonely, as if this place were her own home. Despite the fact that it wasn't, it was just as important to her than any place she'd ever call home.

"I am going to do my best to keep my promise. Age..." She spoke as if there was somebody there with her. And though there wasn't, Dhianeila herself believed that no matter where she was, he would somehow be able to hear her, so she smiled as if her feelings could travel beyond the endless universes to him.

So the word had gotten around again, and she knew that if the place was going to be anywhere near its usual glory, they'd have to work on it immediately. Katara decided, just to not add the extra work to leave the hotel lobby in Water tribe regalia. She could always get rid of that stuff later, and she'd likely relocate it wherever she was staying. She started with the outside steps and the lawn around it: it was likely during the demon possession that it had gotten so messy.

In any case, the rest of the Outsider's headquarters had to be taken care of: the floors needed to be swept, the beds needed to be made, she had to look over the monitors to make sure they were working and then there was the pool in the back and the shining of the statues of B5 and Cassie.

She was already starting on it, but she was hoping to have Maydril, Beastboy and whoever got here early to lend a hand.

There was going to be quite a lot to cover.

After that scare of thinking Nura was in the pods when she'd actually been running mazes for GLaDoS, Devlin was glad to have some time to spend with his surrogate mom/grandmother/whatever.

Devlin, clingy?

...Yeah, that pretty much cut to the heart of it.

"So, anything you wanted to do?" he asked. "Or any place we're going?"

Reimi sunk into the water of the Co-Ed side, making sure that her towel was fastened securely before she let herself relax. It had been a long day and the Calnus was up and running. And yet she heard there was some kind of Darksoul slipping around but so far, she hadn't run into anyone who was acting out of the ordinary.

Sinking to the water, she poked a bubble that was forming from the jets and let herself relax a little more, the day's aches from working on the Calnus finally ebbing away.

At least it was nice and quiet there right now.

She sneezed and the fishing rod in her hands briefly jumped in her grasp.

Astrid huffed out a grunt, a hand relinquishing hold on the line as she indignantly rubbed under her stubby nose with the back of her finger while her blue eyes dully leered at nothing in particular off-screen.

That sneeze. Someone talking smack about her?

Disregarding this fleeting suspicion, she shrugged it off, merely readjusting her grip on the handle, and settled posterior more comfortably on the moss-covered boulder beneath her.

Within the encompassing towering stone walls of what appears to be a lost oasis, Astrid engaged in fishing on these familiar grounds taken from her memory of a memorable location somewhere on the outskirts of the Viking's home village -- the exact place she stealthily pursued after Hiccup and discovered Toothless subsequently. 'Course, for Hiccup and his dragon, this secret watering hole served as a base where they established their bond as well.

Today, though it just served as a relaxing getaway for one of the female's less than energy draining hobbies. Or so she thought? There's a sudden reflection of a figure on the waters pristine surface and it was impossible not to notice she now has company.

Astrid blinked a moment, then pursed her lips and turned her head to look up sidelong at whoever approached her with a stare clearly of "Hey, don't scare the fish."

Nura and Reimi's quarters could be described as bringing two opposites together.

While Reimi's side was much more neat and orderly, Nura's was covered in things just placed haphazardly somewhere and kept there because she didn't want to move it. For instance, there was a stack of books by her bed, that had first started out as her leaving Frankenstein there whenever she went to sleep, until she got more books and it suddenly became a pile.

The same went for the piles of papers near the foot of the bed with the pens sitting on top, with only one of Nura's shoes to hold it down on one pile, and her wrench from Reimi and the Diagnostic Pad on the others.

Then there was the piles of dirty clothes in the corners that needed to be washed on Friday, which was Nura's laundry day, with lights, whites, and darks, all in separate piles.

It was amazing that Querl didn't trip on anything when Nura had pulled him into the quarters.
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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 tall man in green armor 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.]

It had been a long time since she'd seen Nura, and she'd felt bad that she hadn't been able to visit her since she was in that coma. She had promised herself that she was going to visit her once she found out that she was out of the coma, and she had been worried since she was there. But she resigned herself to telling her that when she came here: she had missed her partner in crime very much, and would definitely need to talk to her after yesterday.

The Sensorium turned the place into a nice quiet inn, and she was seated in a booth, pleasant jazz playing in the background and a rather familiar looking candelabra watching with faint amusement.

It was strange what a coma could do to you. Put you out cold for a certain expanse of time, leaving you to wake up with the most curious feeling that things have passed you by and left you to stumble and figure out for yourself just what has happened. And Ben, while wonderful and incredibly helpful on helping her fill in the blanks on what she'd heard, could only go so far in helping Nura understand things.

The same could be said about the med bay.

Which was why Nura had left immediately that morning.

Now, she was in the hangar, inside the Calnus, with the diagnostic try open in her lap as she sat in the Captain's seat, pouring over the contents. The coma had robbed her of the time she needed to properly study the diagnostic tray. She was sure that Reimi wouldn't test her right after she learned Nura had woken, but still...

"Let's see..." She ran her index finger down the page, eyes going back and forth and she read on and on. "The start-up button would be about..." she raised her other hand's finger above the control panel in front of her. "...here." She pressed her finger down, not realizing that she’d pressed all the way down on the button, activating it.

She turned a page. "And..." Beneath her feet, the ship started to hum. The bit of darkness she was bathed in, excluding the lamp above her, disappeared as a wash of light from above filled the ship. Nura looked up from the book. Her eyes went immediately to the screen, which was now lit, with the readings filing through, telling her that take-off was sound.

"I’m in trouble."

Ben had heard the announcement, but ignored it anyhow. He had the gut feeling that whatever happened there, he'd hear from Matt anyhow. Instead, he made his way to medbay where he knew Nura was resting, albeit in a coma.

He contacted Gwen and Devlin, and let them know at least not to worry and try to keep Devlin away from Punishment. As he sat down in the bedside, he sighed. "Things really aren't looking up huh mom?" he said to Nura in a low tone.

Nura's not going to wake up anytime soon, is what has been determined.

She's not going to move from her bed in the Med Bay for some time.

She's not going to.

But the heart monitor that she's connected to says there's definitely hope, as the machines that she's been connected to help keep her breathing and functioning. She lays in the Med Bay bed, unmoving, looking so silent, almost as if she's just sleeping and will soon awake and be laughing and moving again.

But unfortunately, that is not the case.