Ian walked back into the chamber. Most folks were too busy removing themselves from the floor or complaining about bruises to notice his return. There was no sign of Jaded, but Ian knew he was nearby, watching.
The young man tsked to himself and began to straighten up the car, some of the fallen group only stared at him, wondering how he could be so dogged to neatness while they looked to be the losers of a big heavy-weight match. Ian didn't ask what happened; the scent of the Twilighter Council, and that of Nictem and NecronimusII especially lingered in the air. The trained nose could detect this.
As he readjusted the sofa cushions of one of the three sofas, he felt a chill on the back of his neck, and stepped to the side. It was prompt and casual, but as part of the cieling caved in and a chunk of it landed where he had been standing, several of the group who saw blinked in disbelief. Not only at this display, but also at the fact that he went about straightening things as if all was usual.
Ian casually glanced over at some of the members. Hopefully, Rainy would be reunited with Crux, as he believed that the name, soon, when Naaro, Rynn, and Vector returned. He glanced at Prism, knowing she had him on her mind, and he'd have to be extra careful around her. He wondered if Kyanosa would get any new marbles without breaking his other arm...then mentally grinned and pushed it aside. And, for some reason, he thought of what a combination of Dr. Pepper and Cherry Coke would taste like.

CR stood in the engine room, back against the right wall (facing the controls). He thought to himself about things. Like, why was he getting a really bad feeling about Havering now that he was sealed again? Would it really be fair to yank that fellow from the Nexus? Where was the Creation's Weapon??
These thoughts and many more raced through his head. He shook it, dismissing them. Things we gonna be dicey from here on out, so he'd have to keep vigilant, and hope he could call the rapids before they struck.