[And Jackie stumbles, yes he stumbles, into the Plane now, making it a few steps before suddenly going from stumbling into falling. It's not what you would call a graceful collapse, and as Jackie's body hits the "floor" as it were, a brief cry of pain escapes him. Upon closer inspection, one might notice the varying bullet wounds in him, and his blood stained clothes. Upon even closer inspection? One may notice that these wounds aren't bleeding anymore.]

Fine...you wanted a war. [And Jackie starts to push to his feet, shaking and struggling with every moment of it] Then pat yourselves on the back. You've got a fucking war.

[ It was harder these days to not see Romana with her little tablet device. Once more it was tucked under her as she promptly sat down. Soon enough she is reading through the holographic documents with a worried expression on her face.

Her fingers drummed against her leg as she chewed on her lower lip. Oh, something was most definitely out of order. ]

No, no, this isn't right.

[The Doctor appears on the Plane and straightens his tie. Again. He looks positively furious for some reason, but he's keeping it cool. Well, as cool as he can.]

I need to speak to the Twins.

[Beat.]

Please.

Well, this wasn't what I was expecting at all. Especially since I wasn't astral projecting. At least I don't think. No Elementals around, either... I can feel energy all around me, but I can't pinpoint a source; that's usually not a good sign. Pretty setting though it may be, this is a bit of a sticky situation, isn't it? I think now's the time to ask "what would Buffy do"?

No, that won't work. Different approach then. "What would Giles do?" Besides wonder what was in his tea? I just came in here for some supplies, really. I thought it was a Wiccan shop. Obviously, that was a mistake on my part. The logical conclusion, from my line of experience at least, is, "it's a trap!" So, is there some big bad here that I have to take care of or something? Because I can. Usually.