*Samus had lost track of time in her reading, flipping back and forth through the manuals the Doctor had left, leaving off one to search for something in another. By now, she was surrounded by open books, an empty tea cup, and the crumbs of whatever sandwiches hadn't been liberated by anyone else. She pored on, seemingly oblivious, occasionally ( Read more... )

*The salle to which Samus brought Kara once before hasn't changed since the last time, except in the repair of the broken rack and practice-weapons. Samus lounges on one of the benches, stretching, an oilcan-sized canister made of ceramics and dense metals sitting next to her. Ali occupies another nearby bench, drawing.*

*There are places in the Nexus that become familiar, if one visits them often enough, and the routes to those places become familiar too. Threading a path through the insane architecture of the place, Samus leads the way to a large, airy room. A row of windows line one of the walls near the ceiling, golden light slanting into the room from stars- ( Read more... )

*Samus is in the Nexus; whether this bodes well or ill is yet to be seen. For now, she's taking a break. She had moved a few things into a chamber in Mewtwo's Facet--just crates of spare supplies and munitions, for now, mostly the latter, and currently kept an eye on doings in the Iron Man debacle from a distance, reading and dictating notes to ( Read more... )

*Her message delivered, Samus makes her way to the Nexus' Torchwood Plaza (what had once been some unfortunate London's Trafalgar Square). Snow is drifting down from above in slow, fat flakes, falling from the clouds and frozen earthbergs that drift by overhead. Her feet crunch quietly as she makes her way to the fountain at the plaza's center, ( Read more... )