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CarnEvil, it seemed an apt name for what had supposed to be a pleasant evening at the Carnival had turned into.

At least the latest set of stitches were out of his side.

Athene hadn't been patrolling long when the message came through on his senshi phone about another senshi training session and he had considered it for a bit before deciding that he would check out this session as he had checked out the last and sent a message to his fellow PSSG members with the details in case they were around and interested.

On the way he had come across a Page out on patrol, the other vaguely familiar in some way, although Athene didn't recall a name - maybe one he'd seen during a group meet up or something. He'd suggested that the other might in interested in the training to and given them the directions he'd been given, but wasn't sure if the other would take the decision to come or not.

On arriving at the facility he gave a quiet smile to those around that he recognised and went to see if there was any name stickers - after all there had been last time round.

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Falias had actually been planning on trying to track down Camelot again to see if the Knight could answer some of his questions.

He'd tried before, not long after that carnival, which had turned into something of a nightmare - with all those youmas and in particular that huge bear youma.

He'd met a kid who had called himself a senshi that night, Avior. The kid had been cornered one of the youma and Falias had managed to rescue him and the kid had returned the favour later on - the cuts on Falias' hand from where the glass he'd been using had cut into his palms had only recently healed.

He hadn't gotten to far into trying to find the Earth Knight, when he'd found himself hailed by an elaborately dressed girl, who looked mid-teens or so.

She'd called herself a senshi as well. They'd talked a little and she'd mentioned something about a training session for senshi and knights and given him the location before she'd headed off.

Falias had continued trying to find Camelot as he debated whether or not to go, but had eventually decided to check it out - maybe he could find some more information - and training kind of seemed like a good idea.

By the time he reached the gymnasium that the senshi had told him was the location of the training quite a few people seemed to be there already.

As he entered Falias had a look around as he tried to work out what to do next.

"Yes ma'am." Massalia nodded to Maia politely, then watched the others filing in. Large brown eyes studied them as they came in, but he didn't offer his name again. Not yet.

He studied the other chibi senshi with a sense of caution, and frowned a bit, wary. Who were they? They all seemed to be close... He wondered if he was going to be a pest, then frowned. But there were other kids.

Massalia frowned, and crossed his arms, studying them.

Hmmmmm.

Juno got messages from time to time on her cellphone. And in truth.. when they came from anyone other than her princess she often just glanced over them before completely ignoring them. Like to the point of rolling her eyes back and tossing her phone back into that invisible wall of subspace.

She should have been trying harder.. she knew that quite well. But at the same time.. this whole thing felt so lonely without Chibimoon or her Amazon sisters. What was the point if none of her 'family' was around? She could still try to do things in the name of her princess but... Juno was not the sharpest tool in the shed. Fighting.. yeah she could do that. Putting together plans or working towards something bigger and better then that? She was pretty at a loss without her team.

As per usual when Juno noticed the message she'd skimmed it vaguely, however this time she'd gotten caught on one word, stopping and staring at it for a long while. 'Gymnasium'

A familiar and comforting word from her past. One that sent adreneline coursing through her veins. As a senshi she used the world as her gymnasium.. but the opportunity to actually try out her senshi speed and jumping on actual equipment... Her eyes backtracked to re-read the message for all the important information.

Making her way through the door, the Amazonian looked straight past the many people milling around and chatting to the equipment scattered about.

The greetings and filling out of a name tag were almost after thoughts as she made her way into the gym, carefully eyeing the equipment, her excitement growing. Sure she'd expected a balance beam.. but bars too? Her hands were subconciously gripping and releasing.

Mingling was not exactly Ganymede’s forte. It might seem odd given that he had no problem conversing with people on terms he thought of as more normal—that being unpowered encounters—but a room full of Senshi and Knights had a way of making him rather uneasy. Mostly he chalked it up to prior experiences, ambushes, passionate arguments and the like, but the truth was he simply wasn’t as comfortable with himself as a Senshi as he was when he could go on pretending like this sort of stuff didn’t exist.

“He’s not going to get himself killed,” Ganymede mumbled to Val, sparing a glance toward Oberon to make absolutely sure he wasn’t doing anything to get himself in trouble, but as the Chibi was just talking to a cat Ganymede deemed him safe enough.

Ganymede stuck close to Valhalla as per usual, letting his eyes scan the growing crowd for any familiar faces. There were a few, but none he felt immediately drawn to, and so he made little effort to seem welcoming. He was sure his discomfort was quite evident in his expression.

A large gathering so soon after the Carnival seemed to him to be a bit hazardous, but he’d successfully been talked out of the house all the same. He could use the practice, of course-—he’d never been good in combat—but mostly he was here because Val had asked him to come, someone needed to keep an eye on Oberon, and Maia was hosting it, and since apparently she was one of his friends he sort of felt obligated to join in.

“Hi,” Ganymede gave Maia a weak greeting accompanied by a small, strained smile, feeling a little awkward around her now that he knew who she was. Gratefully, he took a name tag and a sharpie for the distraction provided by scrawling his name across the sticker—he left it simply as “Ganymede”—and surrounding it with a border of hearts, stars, and little lightning bolts before spending some time deciding where he wanted to place it on his bodice.

Eventually he stuck it on the left beneath his draping collar, a corner nestled close to the tail-feathers of his eagle brooch.

Then he had nothing to do but stand there and twiddle his thumbs, but that wasn’t really very distracting so he ended up picking at the blond curls hanging over his shoulder, examining the ends as if they interested him.

Massalia blinked at the other Chibi, shaking her hand cautiously. The last time someone he didn't know suddenly spoke to him, he got the magnificently tattered bow on his butt in exchange. Horatio was adorable, but really, why a Butt-Bow?

He was a BOY.

"Massalia." He said slowly. He didn't know anyone here, not really, so for now he was cautious. "...Yeah... I just learned how to turn into... This." He motioned to himself.

"This is my second time doing it. And thank you." He was proud of his mountain of fluff, and the boy smiled a little bit, almost preening like a peacock.

"So.... There's a lot of people. I should've brought food."

Like Flan. And something spicy.

Ida couldn't help beaming like the sun as she bounced up to her friend, feeling in her element. Every one here was on their 'side', more or less, and if they were lucky, there would be no party crashes as long as the cats kept up their dampening effect. There were already a sizeable crowd now and if there was anything Ida loved, it was groups she got to be apart of.

"Oh! Thanks." She said as she took the marker from Athene, writting her three letter name in a neat hand before she wrote Orchids below it in a smaller size. Not that it probably mattered what her sphere was, but she was always curious about others'. Lead by example, and all.

"It looks like we'll have a good turn out tonight! Did Tsui tell you if she was coming or not? I feel like this would be a great way to practice our teamwork if she came too." The senshi of Tigers had seemed to be busy lately, but Ida would never blame her for not being around as much as she wished she was. Everyone had lives outside of this... thing. Job? World? Whatever. Sometimes real life got in the way of being a senshi, though thankfully those instances had been fewer between for Ida.

Valhalla gratefully took the name tag and sharpie from her, offering her a smile in response as he waited for the newcomers to get their handshakes and greetings in. He didn’t mind waiting his turn, and after she’d kissed a Page he hadn’t been acquainted with yet, he renewed his effort to keep himself grinning.

“Boyfriend...?” he wondered, curiously watching as the young page took his own nametag and wrote “Lassell” on it. Valhalla was careful not to stare or make things more uncomfortable than it could be, but he couldn’t help his curiosity when someone was obviously close to his friends.

“I’m fine,” he assured her once it seemed as though she had a moment. And... that was all he could think to say. He’d wanted to dote on how Ganymede had taken care of him for well over a week until he’d had his strength back, or how his mother had almost been hurt in the chaos since she’d been at the Carnival as well... but he couldn’t force himself to make such trivial small talk, and instead found himself taking the next few moments to write out “Valhalla” on his own nametag and stick it on the right side of his breastplate.

“You’ve got it on the wrong side, baby,” he mumbled, the pet name unconsciously slipping in as he reached out to fix the name tag, carefully peeling it off the lace and placing it on the right side of Ganymede’s bodice.

“I don’t really think it matters what side it’s on,” Ganymede grumbled, continuing to pick at his hair.

He’d certainly never been told there were rules on how he should wear a nametag. It seemed a pointless thing to be corrected about, but he let Valhalla fuss over it and fix it if he thought it was really that important. Either way people would be able to read it.

He was mildly intrigued by the thought that Lily... Maia... might have a boyfriend, and turned his head to stare in the direction the page who’d kissed her had gone off in to get a better look at him now that Valhalla had pointed it out. Had they been hanging out as civilians, he might have gotten a bit intrusive and asked for all the details. He was curious; he hadn’t heard that Lily was dating someone, and as any true friend he would have insisted upon hearing how they’d met and when they’d started dating and what Lily really thought of him.

But there was a part of him that was having a difficult time associating Maia with Lily even now that he knew the truth—partly because he didn’t want to think of his friend frequently being in that sort of danger. Instead of spouting off the common questions, he satisfied himself with critically staring over at the page instead.

Kind of athletic looking... seemed a smidge older, maybe... it was worth investigating when he was in a more comfortable environment.

“Hmm, you owe me an explanation later,” he said to Maia in warning.