[This nonexistent corner of an equally nonexistent Astral Plane has a makeshift catwalk set up, along with some gracious chairs and some huge subwoofers-- perfect for blasting awesome theme music. The banners stationed around are red and gold plaid, your only hint as to who is sponsoring this event.]

Come one! Come all! This is the TEAM BACCHUS BEAUTY PAGEANT! In which the wonderful awesome endearing and talented fairy Puck will face off against the meanie-face stuck-up poser Juliet to see just who is the better ma-- er, woman! ♥

[While an instrumental version of Summer Night's Dream plays through the speakers, a pirate wenchy thing, a.k.a. Puck, attempts to conquer the catwalk in heels.]

Ehehee~ ♥♥♥

[Experiment end~ Milo, all grown up, is sitting on the Astral Plane. Not that he looks all that well. There's a faint sheen of sweat on him, his hair clings to the side of his face, and even though he's back to his original age now confusion is clear on his face.

He presses his palm against his eye as if he's fighting off a headache.]

What. What exactly happened?

[Sam is standing there, flipping a coin! It's fun. No, really! Toss it in the air, slam it on the back of the hand, call out what it is.

Recently, it's been heads.

A lot.

Oh well. At least the Queen was pretty good-looking in '73. Another toss!]

Heads! Again. Right, I'm going to have a talk with the Laws of Probability about their stealing plot from post-modernist absurdist/existentialist literature. Not that absurdist/existentialist literature ever has much plot.

[tosses the coin, slams it on back of hand, looks at it] Heads.

I hate existentialism. Philosophy in general, really.

[coin toss! Hand slam, coin check! Frowny face: present] Forty-two times is forty-one times more than enough. [throws the coin away from him.

Pauses.

And curiosity reigns supreme as Sam goes to check the coin] ...Heads. Could be my meds.

I really hope it's my meds.

[Fumie has been carefully gathering together a playground. It's not a big playground. In fact it's rather sparse. A swing set and a seesaw on normal everyday dirt. But it was the one she walked by on her way to school, so it's what she grabbed.]

Ah, hey! Everyone around! After some careful consideration, I decided I would loan my playground to you guys. An important stage to go through is childhood and it sounds like some people missed it! You can't be mature unless you've played a little.

[pauses] Ne, Mu, this works, right? Have you been on a swing set before?