26 May 2008 @ 05:36 pm
 
[ Astral Plane, you can has a Setzer. The gambler has popped up, hands in the pockets of his long jacket. He stares up at the stars above him, then down at the stars below him. He fishes a pack of cigarettes from his breast pocket, and a pack of matches from another pocket, lights up, and goes back to patiently looking at the stars. ]
 
 
26 May 2008 @ 07:21 pm
[A hormonal and pissy Rose storms onto the astral plane]

I hate it when he's like that. And he ate my ice cream, too. I'm sleeping at Mum and Dad's house tonight. At least Annie won't be so....[makes a frustrated noise]

I want some ice cream.

((Clearly, she's talking about the Doctor. Just FYI.))
 
 
Current Mood: bitchy
 
 
26 May 2008 @ 07:34 pm
[A young girl in a high school uniform appears on the Plane, clearly distracted. Over one shoulder she has a canvas bag stuffed with groceries. She’s frowning in deep concentration at the list in her hand. It takes her a little while to register the change in scenery, but when she does…]

E-eehhh?! …where am I? This isn’t that funny store.

I-I need to get home! [She’s flailing a bit, mentally if nothing else, though the poor list is getting rather crumpled.] Shigure-san is expecting me to make dinner. The dishes aren’t finished yet. I haven’t even taken out the garbage!

[She squares her shoulders in determination.]

I have to find… have to find the… exit.

[Annnd the determination gives way to utter confusion.]

Th-there’s… no… floor… How am I standing?! Maybe if I just… stay very still…
 
 
 
26 May 2008 @ 08:18 pm
 
[Shun appears on the Plane with a Cloth that isn't his. It looks like a little like a purple unicorn and is quite obviously damaged]

Mu? I brought Jabu's Cloth to be fixed.
 
 
26 May 2008 @ 08:46 pm
[Enter Hamlet, stage right, a most lost and confused expression on his face. He skates about the Plane for a moment, inspecting and staring about like a tourist in a souvenir shop]

Um, hello? Romeo? Puck? Julieeet?

Macbeth?

This isn't funny you guys.


[A panicked sort of expression crosses his face then, oh good golly miss molly]

It... it was the wasabi, wasn't it? Wasn't it?
 
 
Current Mood: OH GOD NO
 
 
26 May 2008 @ 11:08 pm
 
[ Angela's popped up in a pretty red velvet reading chair. She's wearing a night robe and slippers, and her crown's not on her head. She also has a cup of hot cocoa which she's sipping at and is looking very tired, like she should be asleep. ]