Doctor!

[the TARDIS appears on the Plane for the second time in as many weeks, completely and utterly ecstatic. at least she isn't singing bad South Park songs this time, though]

Doctor, I was able to fly! I'm not trapped anymore! I can take you anywhere within the divergent universe again! [almost breathless] I'm free again...!

{Lancer steps out onto the Plane in a hawaiian shirt and shorts, soaked to the bone. He sighs in irritation as he plops down on the ground with his lance in hand with a fishing line tied to it. He lays it down beside him and feels his eyebrow twitch, irate.

He snorts and stares down at his soaked being, still dripping with lake water.}

What do you do to people who annoy the hell out of you? I think payback is needed in this case.

[And it's Firo again! Tripping backwards onto the plane in a massive clangor of falling plate armor (Italian circa the 1500s), with a fauchard buried in his gut. He's got a good grip on the haft to keep it from falling over and doing even more damage. =_= ]

Collectors. I hate collectors. [He coughs and stares up at the 'sky' with a long-suffering look on his face.]

[Rolls onto the plane at a very high speed… And keeps rolling… And Rolling… And… Oh! Look! She’s finally stopped and is now slapping at her clothes experimentally before finally sitting up and looking around with a very big grin.

She also appears to be covered in vaguely green goop, at closer look it becomes evident that most of it is blood, at even closer look… It’s recommended that you don’t take an even closer look]

Well that taught him… Her… It! That taught it!

[Looks down at herself and winces] Pity about the shirt though…

[Pulls it over her head and examines it, don’t worry it’s impossible to see anything between the goop and the shirt… Unless you really squint]

Humph.