No, no, no... it's just an accident. She's around here somewhere...!

That's all that was on Peter's mind as he searched the ship for Mary Jane. He knew she was here. He knew she was still a part of the group. She couldn't have just upped and vanished. Her last message had pointed her in the direction of the clothing store, but beyond seeing a tiny little girl, no sign of his red-headed wife.

Swinging across the City, he called out his name, hoping for some sort of answer and... none. Nothing. Just as fast as she came, she was gone. It was if the ship played a cruel joke on him - brought Mary Jane out to raise his spirits, then yank her away to shatter them.

Landing by one of the wrecked buildings, Peter slowly seethed before turning his anger on a nearby wall, his enhanced strength leveling.

"Bring her back! Bring her back, damn you!" he roared in anger, not caring if Stacy could or couldn't hear her. Slumping to his knees, he tried his best not to break down. It wasn't enough to know she was still alive. He would rather have her here with him...

Being a kid was something Negi Springfield was incredibly bad at, but even he had his fandoms. One of them was the popular series Kamen Rider Ryuki. Ever since he discovered about the adventures of the Riders, he always wanted to be one. And in one brief moment, he had been.

It didn't turn out so well.

But here he was in the sensoriums, feeling rather good and deciding that he wanted to have some fun once in a while, although his idea of fun was to beat on something that didn't exist. Calling up a image of a random city, the cars, buildings and the world winked to life around him.

He had chosen at random of who he would emulate for this battle, and had taken the age candy just to make sure he wouldn't be found out and laughed at if he revealed his identity.

If one of his friends passed by, then fine. It was okay with him. If an adult passed by, well, hopefully they won't laugh too hard at a kid just being a kid.

In a flash of light, several monsters pulled themselves out of the reflective surfaces as Negi called up a simulation of a Advent Deck. He would have gone Double for this, but if Devlin wandered by, he wanted to have fun with that later on instead of being stuffed under a table.

A belt formed out of nowhere and attached itself to his middle as the monsters advanced. And in a smooth motion, he thrust his hand out.

"Henshin!" proclaimed Negi as he slid the deck in and three reflective surfaces appeared on his body as red and silver armor appeared. He hoped Ren wasn't too unhappy with his choice of Riders to emulate, since Ryuki had always been his favorite out of the show. Drawing his sword, he couldn't help but use Phillip's line. "Now then, count up your sins." And with that, the faux-Ryuki laid into the monsters.

It was playtime. And Negi was spending it the best way he knew how.

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.]

Those heading to the sensorium after Commander Rahk's announcement would find themselves inside a rather technologically advanced looking base, a number of armored soldiers bustling about.

Rahk himself was there, standing in front of a command station with a large screen overlooking the waiting battlefield outside, which appeared to be the ruins of some advanced city. By the serious look on his face, he was certainly ready to get this test underway.

[ooc: tagging's open! get going!]

[ooc2: sorry for the confusion, the other sections are open for tagging too.]

It had taken months of nearly ceaseless work, but he'd finally completed his self-given project of dismantling, cleaning, repairing, reconstructing, and tuning up all of the motorcycles in the Hangar. Feeling the satisfaction of a job well done, Kazami had gone to the Sensoriums to work off some kinks he'd been feeling while lifting the last of the engines into place and bolting it in.

Of course, being in the Sensoriums, it tended to work off of his mind. As he was working out, the first of the monsters had attacked.

It was now a good few hours later. The gymnasium he'd constructed in the Sensoriums lay in ruins, rubble charred and spattered with blood, foam, and parts of monsters, mutants, and cyborgs. Kamen Rider V3 panted heavily before raising his arms again, standing off against the four men who surrounded him in a semi-circle.

The first to speak was a dark man in red and gold armor, like a Teutonic knight of old. He bore the symbol of a scorpion on his chest. "Rrrrrriiider V3." Doktor G jabs an axe at V3 accusingly. "You may have beaten us in solo combat in the past, but can you withstand the full fury of Destron's Commandants working together?"

"Of course he can't. He could barely beat us alone!" This from the second man, with blue skin, and wearing animal skins and a mammoth skull on his head. Baron Tusk, master of Africa's dark magics, had been a fearsome foe. V3 answers them by sliding a foot back.

The third, an elderly man wearing tattered robes and absurdly long facial hair, shakes his head. "It shall be Archbishop Wing of the Destron Winged Corps that brings him down!"

The final member, a man with crablike armor and a mace for a fist, laughs. "No. It shall be a true warrior to bring Kamen Rider V3 to meet his doom." He jabs his mace at V3. "I! Marshall Yoroi! I will be his undoing."

V3 spreads his hands out, lowering his body a little. "Either way, it will end as it did before. The four of you are too busy bickering to stand a chance." Still, he can't just charge in. Doktor G and Marshall Yoroi had been terrifying foes before, alone. Now... Well, he'd just have to be more careful. Especially now, he was tired and didn't have the full use of his powers like he used to when he fought these four before.

However, it was unlucky for him that the Sensoriums had a cracked door the entire time. So much for properly locking it.

[ooc: PLOT POST IS HERE! Read it!]

He stalked through the hallways like a shadow, moving too quickly for anyone to keep a bead on him for long. There almost seemed to be a purpose in his movement as he made his way through the dark corridors of the ship, though it was impossible to tell where he was headed. Perhaps the young man whose body had been hijacked was exerting some kind of control, or perhaps Veronica was doing the driving.

Whatever the case, the Tyrant made his way to the City.

He emerged from the tunnels and into the wide open space, at last free of the cramped hallway. He took a few steps into the streets and sniffed the air, smelling human blood. He roared, a horrible and twisted noise, then headed into the streets.

She demanded they all bow to her. They were little more than prey for the Queen in the grand scale of things. These thoughts rang hollow in a primal mind, though, but he knew what he had to do.

They would all die.

Either Big Zero's soul (who knew she had one) was especially prone to falling out or it was exceedingly difficult to determine if it was in danger, considering the signs of insanity were- well- basically how she normally acted.

Whatever was the case, GLaDOS unceremoniously spat Big Zero out in the middle of the City. Of course, the first thing she did was to scream obscenities.

[[OOC: Big Zero post, standard warnings apply. There will be a lull of tagging on Monday when comes frantic studying but until then and after then, go have fun.]]

Once the City was no longer under lockdown, Ren had found a little bit of home--actually, home itself: Atori Teahouse.

Everything seemed to be just the way it had been--the canisters of tea throughout the cafe itself, the china, and the cake ingredients meant for Yui's birthday. And in the apartment in the back was all of his stuff...as well as Sanako's, Shinji's, and Yui's. Even the mirror Ren had used to seal Darkwing within had come from Yui's things.

Managing not to think about his lost friend, Ren set aside his Deck and the mirror and set the kettle to boil.

Dustin being well... Dustin, decided to help out with the City people to see if anyone needed help. Because that's what Dustin does, he helps. So despite the brief painful encounter with a stranger as he headed to the City, he was ready to help. Even if he felt a tad weird, almost a clammy feeling in his head. He arrived at entrance and moved quickly

"Man, that little guy can sure bite hard..." He said very annoyed at the pain.

Phillip had returned to the sensoriums, deciding to test on a theory that he was putting together. It was true that without Shotarou around, he was unable to become Double, but at the same time, the use of the solid projections caused him to want to test out if he still could.

Bringing up a recreation of the Narumi Detective Agency was easy enough, and both Shotarou and Akiko faded into view with Ryuu at the counter, making coffee. Everything seemed to be in order, down to the last thing with Akiko reading a fashion magazine and Shotarou tapping on the classic typewriter at his desk.

"Oi, Phillip, something on your mind?" inquired Shotarou from the side.

"Ah. Just wanted to test something out. Transform with me will you?"

The Shotarou construction blinked. "What now?" He rolled his eyes. "Geez you're so impulsive at times."

"An experiment, Phillip?" inquired Ryuu and Akiko had set down her magazine, oddly quiet.

"Something like that." The conversation was meaningless, but it was how Phillip expected the constructs to react. He opened up the case he held and handed Shotarou the driver.

"Right." said Shotarou as he attached the belt. To Phillip's concern, the second did not appear so he attached it himself. This furthered the theory that a new link had to be forged with a new person. Shotarou picked up the Memory and clicked it as Phillip did the same. CYCLONE!

JOKER!

"Henshin!" chorused the pair as Phillip plugged his in and it went to Shotarou. But instead of passing out, Phillip watched as Shotarou's construct transformed into CycloneJoker. "I thought so," said Phillip sadly.

So, if a fight broke out, he couldn't lure his opponent to the sensoriums and transform with a construct Shotarou. How disappointing.

"AH! Phillip hasn't passed out!" exclaimed Akiko loudly who had gotten into position to catch his limp body.

It all broke out into bedlam from there.

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.]

How could he sleep with all of this on his plate?

( Last time at the command center... )

Could he really build morphers and distribute them? With his original friends absent and increasingly unlikely to be released by Stacy, that meant creating a new team from the crew members here. It was a thought that had a list of implications increasing every second. Clearly, this fledgling idea in the back of his mind would require some careful consideration before he acted.

This thought process, he believed, would be a little easier away from this place that contained so many memories. After copying the blueprints to his omnicom and gathering the raw materials he found, he exited the Command Center and made his way up to the observation deck. It was late at night, and therefore unlikely to be very crowded. That was a good sign, he thought, but late night conversation wouldn't exactly hurt him either.

Billy found a comfortable meat-couch and started tinkering with this first Green morpher, allowing his worries to sink to the back of his mind. From what he had seen on the blueprint, this Power granted weaponry far more versatile than his own. There would not be arsenal envy with the new Green Ranger if he went through with this, Billy told himself.

(OOC notes: This might be kind of complicated, so I apologize if I mess something up: Basically, the middle section, for Visiting Hours, is open to anyone and everyone who wants to tag in: The first section is a flashback for Tsukasa, Nanashi, Rei, and Security, while the third is for Tsukasa and Nanashi to snark on one another. And now, with all that out of the way: Let's...Go On!)

Nighttime aboard Stacy: Folks, for the most part, snug as a bug in their beds. Except for a few, of course; like one Tsukasa Kadoya. He was up, taking some nighttime photos, enjoying the darkness. He browsed the city, taking pictures of things that seemed interesting. In a city, though, one can find many interesting things if one looks around. This is a tale of such an instance of looking around.

Shiva spoke through the comms (not the omnicomms) directly into the minds of the crew.

«I am Shiva. I am the destroyer of all that you know and the creator of a grand new empire. For months you thought of me as my host, Charles Kawalsky, but now you shall see me in all my glory. I have positioned bombs throughout this vessel, including the pod caverns. I need but press the trigger and they will explode. I also have one hostage of my own, Sheryl. You will not be able to stop me. I am fully equipped with a power dampener, and a forcefield. I am untouchable. You have one hour to surrender yourselves to me and begin your new lives as my slaves.»

His eyes flashed gold and he held his hostage firmly. He did not wish to wait, but if he tired of this he would amend his demands. For now he stayed in one of the areas in the City hidden from Stacy’s view, in the middle of a pile of rubble, with not a landmark in sight.

Still, he knew they would come.

It had been something of a production, calling all of the kids available since Devlin and Negi found a big screen monitor and several data disks of what Negi called Rider shows. He and Devlin had indeed found copies of Ryuki, and had decided from that point that they needed to watch this with friends. As such, Negi plugged in the first data disk and the screen lit up as the opening crawl began.

It was a opening scene, people walking home from work on a busy night as a form slipped through the mirror, stalking a woman...

Negi and Devlin had found Kamen Rider Ryuki, and had been determined to share it with everyone of their age group and maybe older. Anyone who was interested could show up that evening as the pair settled down in the crowd.

"Another," Hawkeye mumbled as he shook his empty cocktail glass at the bartender. Almost before he set the glass down the bartender was pouring the new drink. "Thank you," he said as he raised the glass to his lips, and took a sip. It was perfect, absolutely perfect. It had only taken him the last two days to teach the idiot...whatever this machine was, to make a martini just right. Well worth the effort in the end, and it wasn't like the drinks that had failed to meet the standard went to waste. Call it an unhealthy way to deal with the news he'd received, he didn't care. There was only one proper way to celebrate being drafted again, and this was it.

It was also the only way he knew to mourn everyone that was gone. He hadn't expected to see any of them again, but not like this. Not all of them being killed in some war they had nothing to do with. BJ, and Rader...just gone, forever. Quietly he drank, and tried to push those thoughts out of his mind. It wasn't working.  Before he knew it his glass was empty again. "Oh bartender!"

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.]

And this was the part of the job that Leon knew would eventually grate on him. Meetings. They were necessary, and usually productive, but they were not his thing. Still, it was part of the job now, so as per his post on the comms, he made himself available at the Precinct. His old office belonged to Samus now, so for the time being he made himself comfortable in the fifth floor conference room.

It had happened so suddenly. Sasami's joyous return from being GLaDOSed was slightly hampered by a combination of both a sudden emptiness and loss and worrying over the elections. Part of her worried that, even after all she did, she wasn't going to get in. They'd never let her get in, no matter how much she tried.

Attempting to get her mind off of everything, Sasami wandered into the sensoriums, wishing for something simple. She remembered all the times Mihoshi and Kiyone had opted for karaoke night (mostly because Mihoshi dragged Kiyone into it) and there had been a few times they all got into it. Singing felt pretty good right about now.

It seemed that the room read her mind as it changed into a stage of sorts, a karaoke machine waiting for her. At the moment, though, there wasn't anyone around - she was probably just hoping that she could sing by herself and hope that no one else came.

Approaching the stage, Sasami approached the machine and began flipping through some of the songs. One of them caught her eye, especially after reading the lyrics in curiosity. Letting the song start up, Sasami waited for the lyrics to appear...

( ...And she started to sing... )

As the song came to an end, she let out a relaxed sigh... then gasped to realize she had company!

(OoC: Okay, we need another one of these, so I have taken initiative! You can talk to Sasami or you can start up another song if you want! As for what kind of song, it doesn't matter! Just have fun with it! We need it!)

The sound of metal on metal was ringing throughout the Sensorium, as Kamen Rider Decade fought against seemingly endless waves of Dai-Shocker minions. Further back, though, stood a knight-inspired commander in red: Apollo Geist. The battle was not going well for Decade, though: he had ratcheted up the difficulty of the simulation for an increased challenge, but that and the numerical disadvantage were not adding up to victory for the Kamen Rider.

Suddenly three minions jumped up, as rockets in their feet started burning. They flew right into Decade, causing an explosion that threw him into the corridor outside. As the recreations of Apollo Geist and the Dai-Shocker minions gathered around the entrance, Decade muttered, "This is not the kind of training I was seeking," glaring at the open doorway.