The Viewing Globe

WHO: Lindsey and Jake
WHAT: Practicing martial arts on lower beings
WHERE: Holographic Training Room
WHEN: September 1st, late afternoon

It'd only been a matter of about twenty-five minutes give or take, but to Lindsey it had felt like days. The simulation program he'd activated had swept him away, so realistic that at times he forgot he was only fighting holographic projections, that he could leave anytime he wanted. It was just so involving, though, feeling the vibrations pass through his body when a kick landed, the way the wind rushed past him. He'd already morphed and was taking on a horde of putty patrollers -- those strange demon-like figures that had tormented past teams for so long. Now they were mere memories, put on display here for teaching. They were always a good exercise because of how energetic they seemed to be, their behavior different from so many of the fights nowadays. The battles these days were so unlike those of the past... or so Lindsey liked to imagine.

WHO: Will and Abbie (Ionia)
WHAT:  Out and About
WHERE:  Mellow Tiger Cafe
WHEN:  10 am, September 2nd

It wasn't that he had snuck out, so much as he had reasoned with the doctors to let him get fresh air.  He just didn't tell them he was going off campus.  But that's where he was.  Red Shirt, Blue Jeans, and Black jacket, plus the sling around his arm so he wouldn't dislocated his shoulder was the image he convenyed to those who sat near him.  Not to mention the marks on his face, and the slighlty red color his ears still exhibited, but if anyone asked he would lie and tell them he had gotten into it with a gang....or something.  For the moment though he had found peace in the sandwhich and the soda in front of him, not to mention the smell of something other than the Med Bay.  

Ham and Cheese, a bag of chips, and coke was all he needed for the moment, but he noticed that it was a little difficult to consume all three as fast as he normally did with the busted arm.  Even with the sling ever present of the reminder of the pain he had surely endured, there were moments when he forgot about the arm and would go to reach for something, only to remind himself with the throbbing pain that the arm had called out sick for the time being.  Still he managed to maintain a low profile for the moment.  He hoped no one would recognize him, or worse, report him for escaping the Med Bay.

WHO:  The Big Bads
WHAT:  Introductions & Permission
WHERE: The Moon Palace
WHEN:  September 2ndish

It was the glow of the Earth below.  That's what had kept his eye as he stared out into the depths of the black.  He had seen the Earth in training videos back during his academy days, but he never came.  Never had a reason too really, nothing here was worth his time.  Now though, everything had changed.  Now there was a reason, cause down there on that shiny blue-green rock were things he needed if he was going to make everything he wanted to fall into place.  Those pesky space cops wouldn't find him either, not here.  They'd be too busy looking elsewhere that's for sure, especially with that crazy trail of breadcrumbs he had left behind.  But since he was here, he knew he was also in someone else's house, and when you walk through the front door, you better have permission.

That's why he had come, he sought permission, to do what he needed to do, and get out, no questions asked.  But then there was always questions weren't there.  That's where lies came in.  Tell them the truth, but not the whole truth, just enough to do what he needed to do.  Hopefully it worked, hopefully they wouldn't be crazy, egotistical maniacs.   Hopefully.

WHO: Quinn and Staffan
WHAT: Video games and catching up
WHEN: 9/2, Lunch time
WHERE: Staffan’s apartment

The sandwich bags dangled from Quinn’s hand as he approached Staffan’s apartment. He smiled, time with a friend was always good, time with a friend that involved food and video games, was well, just great. It’d been awhile since he’d managed to spend time with Staffan, it would be good to catch up.

Stopping outside Staffan’s door, Quinn knocked.