[the Doctor is pacing, murmuring words in Fa’Dielian, irritated but pensive; eventually, he stops, and calls out]

I don't suppose anyone would be willing to identify the language I'm speaking?

[Fumie feels rather frustrated but at least she came up with an idea. She's sitting down, semi transparent screens hovering around her. She's typing on the air and after a moment, gives a satisfied nod and hits a button.

The screens flicker and merge into a large screen with CAN ANYONE READ THIS? written in Russian. It's also flashing. Sadly no sparkles]

[Have a very, very annoyed Lina showing up on the Plane, shouting in Tibetan] Someone had better tell me what's going on here! [In English] I don't even know what the heck I'm speaking!

[ Someone seems to be enjoying this lost in translation exercise. Nanoha is flushed and giggly, in her school uniform and carrying her school bag. ]

[ Russian ] Fate sounds funny when she talks like this! It sounds like Russian. Am I right?

[ Fa'Dielian ] Is this Swedish, maybe? I don't think I've heard it before.

[It's Cy! Rambling around, tilting her head this way and that, listening to conversations and hopping from language to language as she comments on them.]

[Russian] Well that's not very nice.

[Italian] Pwah! Your momma know you have a tongue like that?

[Gallifreyan] You sound silly.

[Fa'Dielian] Gotta work on that accent. You sound like an alley cat, love.

[She stops short with a sneeze. Tibetan] S' a good thing he can't understand you!

[And on she goes.]

[In Italian;]  Since we have no idea how long this will last for...

How many of you are speaking Italian?

[And switching to Tibetan;]  How many of you can speak Tibetan?

[Willow is back on the plane, tilting her head as she catches bits of speech. She expects gibberish, but is in for a pleasant surprise.]

...

I hear English!

So, should I try introducing myself again? Or is that too much?

((OOC: I believe it's midnight EST; assuming the voice event is over. If I'm wrong feel free to say so and I'll delete this. ♥))

[and Martha makes her way onto the Plane, clad in a long black overcoat, with a large bag - her medical kit - slung over her shoulder]

All right, so this is a bit weird. Hope the Rift hasn’t just sort of…sucked me in – though the monitor wasn’t showing any unusual spikes in activity. I guess you never know with these things, though. Certainly doesn’t look like Cardiff, at any rate. Or London, or any of the other places I’ve seen.

And that shop – did I fall asleep at my desk and start dreaming? If so, I really hope Ianto comes by with some coffee soon and wakes me up, ‘cos this is not the sort of dream I enjoy. Though the beach isn’t that bad – but my beaches usually have sun and an ocean and, y’know, normal beach things. Other people, too, even in my dreams.

If this is a dream…I hope it doesn’t turn into another nightmare. [and she sets the bag down on a bench, starting to explore her surroundings]