[Guess who loves pudding? Misaki Kirihara loves pudding. She is currently wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket and snuggled into her couch, enjoying a delicious batch of homemade pudding from Kanami. She also has a book! What is it called, you might ask? Why, The Disposable Male: Sex, Love, and Money--Your World Through Darwin's Eyes, of course!

On the table beside her are several more, including The Psychology of Sex and Gender; Social Psychology of Hunger and Sex; The Good Girl's Guide to Bad Girl Sex: An Indispensable Resource for Pleasure and Seduction, and several other titles with varying degrees of suggestiveness.


Yeah. You can thank the TARDIS for this one.]

[Romeo's standing on the plane, dressed in black and carrying a shovel. He tries to dig a hole in the 'ground' but that isn't working. So, he disappears again and returns with a big firework rocket which he sets down in front of him.]

This will do...

[Out of his pocket he pulls a rubber ducky, the only thing keeping its head on its body is a piece of ducktape. Poor thing ran into Juliet with a pair of scissors and met its downfall. He kneels down and ties the ducky to the rocket. Then, he takes a step back and coughs before he starts to speak.]

Thank you all for gathering here as we say our farewells to Ducky. He was a good duck. Even if I didn't know him all that long he brought joy to my heart, as to many others. I have never seen a ducky who could float as well as he could, and when you pressed his tummy he made the cutest little squeaky noise. [There's a tear at the corner of his eye as he remembers it.]

It is very unfortunate how he met his end, a mad man and a pair of scissors... But he held himself brave until the very last moment of his life! And even if he'll now never squeak again, I am sure he floats on in the heavens. [He looks up at the sky and sniffs.] I will miss you buddy!

[He pulls a giant matchstick out of his inside pocket] Now, is there anyone else who would like to say a word before we send Ducky up to the stars to rest in peace?

[Jack appears on the Plane, sitting with his knees against his chest and his arms wrapped around his legs, in the same clothes Ianto gave him earlier, though by now they're as much of a mess as he is. Jack hasn't slept in days, and if his insomnia didn't show before, it definitely does now. His eyes seem unfocused, though they keep moving across the Plane, first smoothly in one direction, then abruptly in the opposite direction. At first it looks like his whole body is shaking, but if you look closely you notice that it's mostly just his hands; the bandages on one seem to have been picked at, and there's both fresh and old blood on them, and the other is broken and crudely taken care of.

Jack simply sits there, muttering to himself] Knocking won't stop down in the morgue. They never knocked before, but then I did it and they learned. Ianto and Gwen say they don't hear it, but they do I know they do why do they say they don't? They're just waiting for me to say something, waiting for me to slip up. No more chemicals in the coffee, no more coffee in the chemicals.

[OOC: Ok, so by this point Jack has gone a little too long without sleeping, and it's starting to catch up to him. Currently he suffers from hallucinations (visual and auditory), slurred and/or nonsensical speech , nystagmus (rapid involuntary rhythmic eye movement), and hand tremors.So in other words you've got yourselves a borderline-insane Jack =/ Again, feel free to have your characters interact with him as usual, but know that he's not exactly in the best state of mind]