20 May 2008 @ 01:06 am
 
[Firo appears on the Plane making an 'owf@#!' face. He is hanging on to his arm, which already appears to have healed over... except for his hand. He stares at it. It is missing three fingers.]

....damn.
 
 
Current Mood: nauseated
 
 
20 May 2008 @ 01:44 am
 
[and here is the Master, on the plane, looking a bit smug and contented]

Mmm. I had a rather nice weekend. Such a rarity these days.

[okay he's actually bored with cheetahs right now, but shush]
 
 
20 May 2008 @ 10:19 am
[Puck tiptoes out of seemingly nowhere (then again, this is the Plane) to see if the coast is clear.]

Hmmmm... [He takes a deep breath, then cups his mouth much in the first way he arrived and yells.]

OOOOOOIII! CAN I TALK TO THE TWINS, PLEASE!? [a pause] Hope they could hear that! [^___^]
 
 
20 May 2008 @ 05:10 pm
 
[because Dero can't survive with the Brig being dead any longer, he's alive and on the Plane. he's inwardly quite disturbed, you know, by the fact he was killed and now is alive - and it shows on his face via... him just looking thoughtful, really.

the Brig takes just a moment or so before seeming to 'snap' out of it, and then he assumes his general neutral expression]


Well. Seems I'm in need of a new gun.

[which is correct, as the gun normally in his holster is gone completely]
 
 
20 May 2008 @ 07:00 pm
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[angry Allen is angry]

Who is responsible for killing Miss Misaki?
 
 
Current Mood: angry
 
 
20 May 2008 @ 09:25 pm
[Have a hungover Jack, looking very annoyed and dishelved; his shirt is still open, revealing his undershirt, and his hair is a mess. He looks like he should be past out in bed somewhere.

He can't exactly show up like this at the Hub, however, least of all now, and so he's resorted to finding the quietest corner on the Plane and just lays down on the floor, eyes closed]
It's times like these that make me wish I'd actually bothered to buy a bed.....
 
 
20 May 2008 @ 11:47 pm
 
[Donna appears on the plane, somewhat guarded and weary. She looks around for a moment but then relaxes just slightly, pushing her hair out of her face]

Anyone needs me, I'm going to the pub. I need a pint. Or two.

[and thus she begins the trek to the pub]