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18 July 2008 @ 12:52 am
02 - Trials of a King  
[Here is Ragnar, reeking of gasoline and oil, his hair matted with sticks, his paw bleeding freely again. He has several new cuts on his face, and the pads of his paws look raw.

His expression is one of furious pride.]

I have done it!

[And he falls over.]
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18 July 2008 @ 02:12 am
008--Dear Diary  
[And here we have Annie, sitting at a table and writing in a diary. Well, chewing on her pen. And drinking tea. And then chewing on her pen again, until she figures out something to write. In which case she writes it.

Also, there's a lamp. An oil lamp. Like a genie's lamp. And she just rubbed it.]


Oh, well. Worth a try.
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18 July 2008 @ 04:07 am
 
[is standing on the Plane glaring at everything and nothing, fidgeting out of nervousness. His arms are folded and he's tapping one foot.]

Oi.

Sam.


SAAAAAAAAAAAAM.


[angry snort]

I need to ask you something, dammit!
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18 July 2008 @ 11:36 am
005  
{Today is a good day for Dietrich! He's not stuck doing paperwork or anything menial, oh no. Now he has a nice puppet to play with and spark any kind of conflict to create the new order that the Orden so wants. But Dietrich doesn't care about that. It's just fun. ♥

But anyways, he's indulging in one of his favorite hobbies. With delicate silk gloves on, Dietrich is carefully reading a book that is obviously very, very old. Turning the pages is a careful process, but he's reading the book with interest. The book, though, is Mein Kampf, which Dietrich was quite happy to get his hands on at all. Such antiquated books are a rarity.}
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18 July 2008 @ 11:53 am
017  
{A bit away from the main traffic of the plane, Diva appears sitting in a chair. She's dressed for a rehearsal, sitting primly in costume. Diva doesn't move at all, just stares ahead blankly. It's times like this that being called a 'doll' doesn't seem too far off. In the dated clothing and her perfectly beautiful features, she looks like she's made of porcelain rather than flesh and blood.}
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18 July 2008 @ 01:11 pm
Leeeeavin' on a Jet Pl- er, Flammie~  
[ This time when Angela comes to the Plane, she's all bundled up in a white cloak with pink fur lining. She has the hood up over her head. Dino's jacket is in one of her arms, since she ran off with it before, there's a travel bag in her other hand, and Mochi is hopping excitedly around her feet. She's looking about for someone, odds are it's the coat's owner. ]
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18 July 2008 @ 05:34 pm
012 - Like Someone Knocking in the Walls  
[And here he is, presumably having escaped the TARDIS somehow. x: He looks calm and healthy, aside from wearing the same clothes he's had on since the fight with Zeronos, being a bit ripe-smelling for lack of hygienic impetus, and noticeably thinner than he was at the start of this whole affair.

He also looks mildly confused.]




[Annnnd it's the peak of Firo's experiment, which means he won't remember himself at all during the following conversations--he'll skip from memory to memory, blending lives and situations in order to respond appropriately to whoever he's speaking to. There may be some flashes of himself that come through--there may also be memories of violent encounters, just a warning for if you tag.]
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18 July 2008 @ 09:11 pm
 
[And here's Rose, in something that looks suspiciously like one of Ten's shirts and some penguin-print underoos. And fuzzy slippers. And she's carrying a blue sippy cup (really, it's her brother's)]

....y'know, of all of the things I've seen, I never thought it was possible for stars to go out.

It's way to late to go to work and deal with those iguanas.
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18 July 2008 @ 09:32 pm
01 - Welcome to Alpha 9  
[She hesitates, glancing around, immobile, taking in the details before she pulls her gun and thumbs the safety off, pointing it at the... invisible floor. Right. She checks her head for cuts, makes sure she's dressed. Not one of those dreams at least.] I must have... I fell asleep at my desk. It figures, Creegan. It figures I can't even get away from you in a dream--of course not. You could at least be naked.

[he's not looking at her, taking in the endless stars and, well, lack of floor] Ooh, sexual harassment. I'm telling on you to Hank. Don't think this is a dream. Don't think this is your dream. Might be my dream. How come you get to be the real one anyway?

[he starts wandering away] So whaddaya think? Alpha 9?

[Her shoulders sag and he throws her head back as though praying for patience from some distant power.] Oh god. Don't even--just don't. This is not reality. This is not real. Reality is you stripping in the middle of a crowded airplane while reciting William Blake. This is--I don't know what this is, but it isn't that.

[casually] Alright, well if it's not reality, what is it? You're here, I'm here. Mass hallucination? I've had hallucinations and this...this doesn't feel right. And don't you think you're focusing a bit too much on me being naked? If this is your dream Mr. Freud is probably patting himself on the back somewhere.

[Exasperation. Way to familiar and comfortable a feeling where he's concerned to be a dream.] Well when you're half-dressed or, or not every other time I see you it's sort of hard not to make it a.. a focal-- where are you going, Creegan.

[Over his shoulder,] I’m investigating! It’s what I do.

Okay. Fine. Not a hallucination--I'll take your word on that. [She rubs her face.] If this is how Cyril feels every time he wakes up... [She shakes her head and stares out at the plane. And the... 1930s theater, forest, and coliseum that fall one by one into her field of vision.] Remind me to buy him a coffee or something next time I see him.



[[MAJOR THREADHOPPING WILL HAPPEN, LOLS. Branca will be on Creegan's ass the minute they start meeting people. JUST A WARNING.]]
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18 July 2008 @ 10:08 pm
 
[the TARDIS appears on the Plane, doing her best to hide any traces of fear, though she's jittery and shaky. if one listens carefully, they can hear her reciting a rather strange, rather eerie children's verse]

Zagreus sits inside your head, Zagreus lives among the dead, Zagreus sees you in your bed and eats you when you're sleeping...

[sinks to the ground, hugging her knees]

I do not want to be infected again...!
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