[A massive, primitive-looking creature appears on the Plane, vaguely resembling a snow leopard, but bigger. Stockier. With longer, shaggy fur. It's paws are huge; its teeth long enough that a half-inch of fang protrudes down from its upper lip. Its tail is a long gray plume.

A glint of metal peaks from the nest of hair on the crown of its head. A spark plug, embedded in its skull. Cy shakes herself, the smell of snow and thick musk rolling off of her. When she speaks, her voice is deep and rich and wild.]

I fell in. Fell in? The pool should be covered, the Road should be blocked. How could I just fall in?

[insert Demyx running away and flailing]

Run awaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!

[[Ref.]]

[Allen looks curiously at the shop]

Um...when did that get there?

Fou La? Rikei? Do you see tha- [realizes they're not with him] Is this the doing of the Ark?

Hello? Where am I? [Starts to walk forward] Lenalee? Lavi? Can you hear me, did it work?

[taps on his earring, then looks up at a little golden flying golem by his head] Komui? Why is this not working?

Timcanpy - can you record this for me? I should probably tell the Supervisor about this, it might be a trick.

[his stomach growls very loudly] I'm hungry....

[Pops onto the Plane in mid-step and stops, foot in the air, looking rather confused. His clothes are a study in 1930s fashion, from the single-breasted green jacket to two-tone shoes. His clothes are also riddled with bullet holes—from single-breasted jacket to, yes, his two-tone shoes. He, however, doesn’t have a scratch on him, and neither does the hat in his hands.] Huh. Well that’s different.

[[For Time Lords, TARDISes, and others who can sense such things, Firo is immortal, too.]]