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Bodies sailed and cartwheeled through the air. Some were doused in slime, others were injured, many still were still recovering from the shock of their colorful transformations. This was all compounded on the oddity of civilians in space, making for one very confusing evening.

The ground beneath them was not rainbow, but instead appeared to be composed of a classy mosaic pattern. Pretty. It didn't make it any softer to land on unfortunately.

These civilians were not entirely out of luck, however! They were fortunate enough to land within walking distance of the outpost of Sailor Aquarius. So far, the group seemed to be temporarily senshiless. What were these helpless civilians ever to do?

"Can anyone tell me why someone decided a mosiac would be aesthetically or physically appealing in space?" Joshua shook his head, gingerly wincing as a tentative turn of his neck brought about a knifing sensation of pain. If anybody had answered, their answer would have been ignored. Not purposely, since one did not choose to be deaf.

In fact, Joshua had yet to figure out that not all sound could reach his ears. One foot straightened to stand, hobbling, testing his weight on his tired body and structure. The battle had made it painfully clear that they were in some warped space-- By the love of the rainbow space god whale, Joshua could only hope this mosiac pattern wasn't stepping on another sort of creature. The digimon scene of the digi-trainer's adventure with an island-that-wasnt-really-an-island was fresh in his head.

The classic method.

The group was Senshiless, but it was not completely without! The Guardian cat was tossed right along with the rest of them and somehow managed to land unscathed, still in his half-human form. The landing was a little rough and he did tumble back onto his fluffy tailed a**, but he was quick to scramble back to his feet, to take stock of who and what he was left with. Out of everyone there...the group seemed a little small. Hopefully the others were okay.

"That's not true." Ricky would feel a light tap on his shoulder, to bring attention to his own presence. "Not a Senshi, but not useless." Or so he'd like everyone to believe; he wasn't actually sure how useful he could be, considering...well, everything.

"ALRIGHT," He bellowed, some part of him kicking into an alien overdrive where he actually cared about these strangers. "Who isn't dead? Sound off!" The Cat was doing his best to be loud, and although he wasn't reaching the pitch he had when deaf, he was still pretty noisy. "Everyone else...any pressing injuries? Nobody's gonna bleed out on me?" First was to find out their status...and then everything else.

And then Hawke was in space. Winded with a gash on her already bitten leg, the LARPer was not happy. In fact she was realizing very slowly, what she had just had happen.

And when it dawned on her she got attacked and bit by a gaint ******** bat? "FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUU UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK." Pain combined with the fact she now assumed she's need a rabies shot was not fun. <******** wished there was a reset.
"Oh god this hurts, ******** me. ******** me. ********."

Ryan's head was spinning from the fall and the situation in it's entirety. As they were tossed into the surrounding and into the mosaicy ground that was near Aquarius's posts, the young man went tumbling head over heels. He tumbled to a halt, gasping for air as the fall left him winded. He sat there for a moment, blinking as he tried to make sense of his surroundings. His right leg throbbed and he gingerly reached out a hand only to find that his pant leg was shredded and a deep gash ran from his mid thigh past his knee to halfway down his calf. "Son of a..." he hissed pulling away a sticky hand.

"Where the hell are we?" He growled, lightly touching his head and attempting to get up only to feel a sharp stab of pain from his wounded leg which sent him right back on the ground. "Damnit."

"Woooaaahhhhh-" THUD!

Amy landed hard. At least not hard enough to hurt herself, but she did get quite the gash on her leg. The same one that she had twisted her ankle, and it wasn't up to healing anytime soon. "s**t..." She winced at the pain, a bit of wetness escaping her eyes. Not full blown crying, but she was getting close.

How the hell was she going to patch that up? There was no way in hell she was going to use her shorts - then she'd just be running around in her underwear and shoes. It was embarrassing enough to only have her sports bra up top.

Well, she'd have to at least stop the worst of the bleeding. She ripped of what little she could spare of her tourniquet on her right arm (as most of the bleeding in those wounds had stopped freshly bleeding and begun to coagulate.

Feeling a bit more ready for the next part of this crazy 'adventure' (she wasn't really enjoying it anymore), Amy noticed that Jocelin ended up here too. "Joce!" She hobbled over to her, and also noticed her savior. "Hero-girl!" (Mary)

She frantically looked around for Regina, but didn't see her anywhere. Suddenly she felt terribly sick. Glancing over at the purple kitty, she glanced downwards. "Well, I'm still breathing, but....I don't feel so great..."

Mary looked at the cat-boy with a curious gaze. Apparently this one had gone unnoticed while she was dealing with Raven and ragey face. She walked over to the furry boy.

"Mary Tunith, cat boy. Also go by Arga," she said, eyes curiously latched onto Zue's ears. She wanted to reach out and rub them... so badly. She reached a hand out towards them.

Must.

Rub.

Ears...

She latched onto one, surprised to find them incredibly real and began to rub it like it was going out of style.

((HEYDISLOCATIONWOO.))

"Not dead..." Holi agreed through clenched teeth, when she found it possible to breathe again around the brand new agony she was currently undergoing. Just to add insult to injury, she'd done something absolutely horrible to her shoulder when she fell, and her arm wasn't cooperating with her attempts to get up and off of it. "But NOT ALRIGHT!"

Yelling seemed to be a mistake, since any sudden movements, including taking a deep breath to yell, just made everything hurt worse, and although she was no longer blue, she wasn't sure she felt much better.

"Cat boys... space whales... magic beer... giant ******** bats... oh my god I hate this place. What the ******** did I do to make the universe decide to beat me half to death with all the crap I don't...didn't... DON'T BELIEVE IN?!" It was like something out of a fantasy novel, and she was completely out of denial, but not out of exhausted, hurt frustration at large, though her question wasn't directed at anyone in particular.

She wasn't even sure what she'd do if they were attacked again. She had a broken finger and toe, a bitten shin, and now this? At least the gods of irony had the sense of humor to make the same arm that she'd just broken a finger on. She wasn't the only one not in much position to fight though, she guessed, based on at least one request for a sling, and other assorted groans of pain.