03 July 2008 @ 02:55 am
 
[the Master is on the Plane - his mood and general expression can be explained with the following:


:/
]
 
 
Diva
03 July 2008 @ 03:31 pm
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{Diva is back again with something particularly large in tow: her closet. At least she took the pavilion back. There's quite literally every type of clothing imaginable, and in a smaller wardrobe with a glass front, even clothes that looks quite old. Those are all her favorites from the past times Diva has been awake. However, Diva has once again come under-dressed. She's shifting through her finer dresses in her undergarments.}

Ne, that's really not fair. Usually my Chevalier tell me in advance before I have to go somewhere! And such a busy day too. Appearances, practice, and then an evening soirée! I really hate days like this. I don't know what I should wear at all...

{She takes a light gown and holds it up to herself in front of a long mirror} And besides all that, now Argiano insists to take me to the American branch for "tests". Terrible. Ne, I might as well pick something nice to wear today, I guess...
 
 
Current Mood: bitchy
 
 
03 July 2008 @ 10:01 pm
 
[Enter Hamlet, skating idly about on the Plane, aimlessly, and one can see that he's quite obviously distracted. Every so often, he'll make a grand gesture, arm waving through the air, shouting out once or twice. Such a grand voice, even if the words are a bit incomprehensible. It's as if he's in recital, reading the lines of his art.

In his hand, he holds a book. If one looked close enough, they may notice that it was indeed a Physics textbook. Curious, curious.]
 
 
03 July 2008 @ 11:32 pm
[And I present Rose Tyler, dressed in a snowsuit like the little snowbunny she is, yawning and looking slightly surprised]

...huh. Figures I'd come here after that mess. It's been ages, though. At least the hole is patched up. It'd be annoying, walking around with thorn in my side. That thing was big enough to, well...yeah.

[Pokes at her side]

I really should get back to work.
 
 
Current Mood: uncomfortable
 
 
03 July 2008 @ 11:58 pm
[B wanders over to where people are, slouching just on the outskirts of the busy areas of the plane, but you may notice him. You may also notice that he's in bad shape. He has spent the last month alone, surrounded by stars, thinking, barely eating or sleeping. His eyes are bloodshot and he's looking for food. He'll just be silently looking you over unless you address him.]