The weeks following the battle on the moon had lasted forever. Sure, in the beginning it'd been nice getting to lounge around and being waited on, but by the end of it, Starr was ready to never set foot in either the house or the infirmary ever again. At least having Silver's team hanging around kept things interesting--not that she'd told him that. Rocky was always showing off random shit to her and Nate, and even Lexx stopped by now and then (not even bothering to check if he was wanted, figures.) And of course, Luz used her newfound strength to ferry Brisa over all the time. (No one could make a fuss about it so long as Brisa wasn't walking there herself.)
And then when the team was finally allowed to leave the house, Bean had called them all there for that picnic, and they'd met the other Blacklight team. The Miracle Matters (the hell kind of name was that, anyway?). Starr really would've thought she'd be ready for more universe bullshit by now, but apparently the universe just loved proving her wrong.
Also half the team was totally batshit, so there was that.
She supposed she'd probably meet some of the saner ones before the big training that everyone kept making a big deal out of. God, she'd used to train every day and now the thought of getting back into it and sucking ass made her want to do literally anything else. Not that she had to worry about that sentiment lasting long though--not with the likes of Brisa and Owen and Koa Cabot and--
This wasn't the time for training though. It was a nice day and Starr was stretching her legs on a walk through Parfait Way.