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[fry-face.livejournal.com]

{Balalaika has, actually, been on the plane for a little bit now. Maybe because everyone was more preoccupied with the fact they can't speak their normal languages, but she also didn't make a grand entrance. In fact, it was more like she thought this was some weird trip and wandered over to the bar to ride it out with the great view and alcohol. Perfect.

But goddamnit, this place is too loud and...not going away to be an acid trip. So she lights a cigar and turns away from the bar with her glass of brandy, speaking in English first.}

You damn idiots run around like a chicken with its head cut off. Is this normal? Because the next person that runs around yowling like a cat is going to be sporting a new asshole right in between their eyes. If I'm tripping all the way to heaven, I'd like to enjoy the view in peace.

{Then Russian, because she thought she caught a few snippets of that being spoken} What a damn fucking place to end up, though. Thought it was a blessing with free alcohol, but then there are people running around speaking languages I've never even heard of. You'd think I stumbled into heaven's crossroads or some bullshit like that with a view like this, but obviously God is just a sick bastard and this is Hell.

{Muttering in English, taking a sip of her drink} Where's Rock when I need him? At least that boy could speak Japanese.

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[anjelsword.livejournal.com]

[Have Aniki speaking good-natured German (SHHH IGNORE THE OXYMORON).] Now now, calm down. I've not the barest notion of what you just said but there's no need to get so ruffled when everyone here's having a right awful day.

[Well. Except her.]

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Hey, listen, I can't understand anything you just said. You can speak Thai, Russian, or English and we can get to talking, but otherwise, you had better find an interpreter if you've got something to say.

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Have a Jackie speaking Russian, cause lol, he understood THAT]

You know, I'm with you on God being a dick. But I doubt that's really the case this time.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

{She smiles and goes right back to Russian} Oh, then what would you assume?

[stronguponme.livejournal.com]

[Not so much a smile, but he grins in return] Our friendly caretakers may have taken it upon themselves to dick around with our languages.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Well damn, if they can do that, then it sounds like I'm dealing with Gods after all. That's a better idea than an acid trip gone wrong.

[hexhax.livejournal.com]

[Have some English! 8D]

Um, I don't believe you're tripping.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

{Right back at ya} I don't think so anymore either. Trips don't last this long. And if my mind if coming up with stars and people meowing like cats, then I think that's a problem anyways.

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

[talking lightly in Russian (with British accent, haha)]

I'm afraid we appear to be experiencing technical difficulties. Please stand by.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

So this isn't normal. Good.

But what's normal for this place anyways?

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

Murder, random chaos, the occasional Christmas Party in July, people from a variety of universes and realities converging and somehow, magically, managing to all understand each other despite not speaking the same languages...

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Well other than the random universe part, it sounds a lot like Roanapur.

The rest of that, though, sounds like something out of a bad science fiction novel.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[just rolling his eyes from a distance because, while the meaning in the words may evade him, the bitchy tone does not]

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

If you have a problem, say it.

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[in Cat!] What's your problem?

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

[have some Russian!] You speak rather abrasively. Are you injured?

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

No, I'm fine. I just don't exactly like the sounds of cat like they're in heat as soon as I arrive...here. Wherever 'here' is.

[brigadiertardis.livejournal.com]

It is a nexus point of various realities and times. Universes, if you will. It is called the Astral Plane.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

{Considers that for a bit, sipping some brandy and blowing out a puff of smoke} Really. That's one hell of a trippy concept. Maybe I'll just wake up in a bit and it'll be gone.

[strandedinhell.livejournal.com]

[from a short distance, since...well, he's still spattered with blood, and that tends to make people uncomfortable]

Somebody still speaks English...that's a relief.

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

Glad to oblige. {Smiles} What about you, though? Looks like you got into one hell of a fight.

[strandedinhell.livejournal.com]

[looks down at his clothes, then back up a bit nervously]

Ah, yeah. The world I come from's...kind of rough.

I don't think we've met yet?

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[In English] This isn't remotely normal. We're just being mess with at the moment. I'm guessing this is your first time here?

[fry-face.livejournal.com]

It's a good thing. If this were normal, I'd have to skip the free booze and get out of here. But it's my first time, yes.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

Then, welcome to the Astral Plane I guess. If you want to go home you can do that by thinking about it. No time will pass back where you came from while you're here.

This is kind of a crossroads of dimensions. It's suppose to be an experiment of some sort.