[b][SECTOR V – SUNDOWN][/b]

[i] “Hello, Sector V,” he cast his eyes around, hard as hail, “And what time do we call this?”[/i]
Marina looked around blankly, checking her wrist (to no avail, she didn’t know how to read analog watches and digital watches were something she’d had no luck acquiring) and looking back up at Church with a furrowed brow. After a moment of thoughtful silence she brightly replied, “Pass!”
“12:17, schwester,” Klaus replied dryly. After some scolding, the datapad was passed around. Marina read through it with surprising speed and happily passed it on to her brother. Klaus looked through it with a sigh, “Tsk. Gottverdammt… I thought Omegas and Spectres would be the only troublemakers…” He then handed the datapad over to the next person. 
[i]“So… I don’t want to see any acrobatics on the way down, okay? You aren’t going to be able to maintain it. If you’re in trouble, call for me: Otherwise, keep it simple.”[/i]
Klaus listened to Church’s explanation aptly, nodding understandingly. He knew it’d be rough down there – He’d been there too, and Germany was barely better than London. Marina, however, didn’t remember what it was like down there; So while Klaus nodded in understanding, Marina simply puffed out her chest and grinned. 
“A little air’s not gonna beat me, I’m the best there is!” Klaus sighed gently.
“Schwester, you really should be careful down there… Church is making a good point here, it’s no longer what we’re used to.” Marina simply pouted.
“A~lright, I’ll be careful.”
[i]“Has… has anybody seen Acacia?”[/i]
Marina peered around curiously, “I was practicing with her earlier… She said she was gonna go to the med-bay!” As Klaus turned his head, a call of [i]”I’m sorry![/i] was heard.
“Ah, there she is. Guten tag, frau Acacia.” Marina pumped her fist playfully.
“Yes! I’m not the only one late!” Klaus cleared his throat, and Marina rubbed her neck in apology, “Ahah, apologies.”
“Well, Church. Do you think we’re prepared to head off? Schwester und I are.”

[b][OMEGAS – TABITHA REYNARD][/b]

Tabitha sat up in bed and yawned, promptly throwing the blankets off and getting to her feet. Usually, she was an early riser. Usually she was up early enough to see the blurry eyes of the younger Omegas, but today was an odd day. She showered in the regular fashion; quick and prompt, and then sat on her unmade bed to comb down her hair. It seemed particularly unruly today, but she eventually managed to comb it down. Getting back to her feet, her eyes caught sight of her usual attire – That black dominatrix gear, sat proudly on its hanger. But as she scanned it over carefully, an odd thought went through her head. A strange, foreign one she had rarely – if ever – heard.
[i]”I don’t feel like wearing that.”[/i] Her brow slowly furrowed into a thoughtful frown.
[i]”There’s not really a choice, is there? You have to wear something.”
“Yes. But I don’t want to wear[/i] that. [i]not today.”[/i] Slowly she went over and opened the wardrobe her usual attire hung onto. The inside was bare, even barer than she remembered. It was strange, she recalled having a full wardrobe, once upon a time. But now there was just one outfit – A deep purple tracksuit. 
[i]”That thing looks gaudy.”[/i]
She took it out of the wardrobe.
[i]”Who’s going to take a dominatrix in a tracksuit seriously?”[/i]
She slipped it off of the hanger.
[i]”Come on,[/i] look[i] at the colour. It matches your hair. Who wears a tracksuit that matches their hair?[/i]
She put on her underwear and placed the hanger back in the wardrobe.
[i]”… You’re going to wear that no matter how much I complain, aren’t you?”
“Bingo.”
“You’re just… Impossible.”[/i]
She put her feet into the trousers, fit her arms through the sleeves and zipped the ensemble up. After a quick glance in the mirror, she put a pair of shoes on and left.

Through hearsay and questioning, Tabitha eventually found out Roark’s location, and within a fairly short time she had found the man himself, as well as his ‘student’, so to say. As she approached him she held up a hand in a short wave, “Hello, Roark. And you too, Rusiana,” She gave the Russian a glance and a quick nod of acknowledgement, “How goes the training? I must say, I have had quite an odd day so far. Everyone kept giving me odd glances, and asking if I was alright.”