[the Master skids to a halt when he appears on the Astral Plane, having apparently come in running. He immediately straightens out his clothing before addressing the Plane]

Right, so! Pompeii: very lacking in Super Soaker outlets. Anyone have a water gun handy?

{Just as promised to Lucy some time ago, Diva has been preparing quite the specialized party. It's taken quite some time, and definitely a lot of money, but for the Goldsmith family, money is never a problem. In fact, her Chevalier credited the collection as one of her eccentricities.

In any case, Diva has brought another permanent edition to the plane. While only a single room in a great house. The owners won't really miss it. It's a grand ballroom, wonderful for parties of any sort, but today it's been filled with a party that reminisces of an era long since past.

In one corner of the room, there are many tables set with a variety of delectable foods and drinks of every kind, for those that want to eat, and several chairs along the sides to sit and chat. However, most of the floor is clear for those that wish to dance. After all, from the sound system around the room, there is music from the early 20th century, as there would have been in Russia when Diva lived there.

But more importantly, on either side of the sweeping staircase that leads up to the ballroom floor, there are racks of clothing in every size, both for men and women. However, these clothes are all, of course, from the same time period of the very beginning of the 20th century, and fit for a czar's ball.

With the preparations ready and the building on the plane, Diva comes to open the doors of the room/building with a bright smile, wearing her own gown.}

Ah, I'm sorry it took so long, Mrs. Saxon, but getting everything together was more trouble than I had thought! Ne, but in any case, with the recent confusion from that silly language thing, I thought now would be an excellent time to throw a ball after all.

You're more than welcome to pick clothes and jewelry from the period to wear, there's plenty and rooms on either side to change, but if you'd rather wear something more modern, I guess that's fine. But these clothes, they're much more lovely, ne?

Welcome, and I hope you all enjoy yourselves!

((ooc: Yes, a party! Diva likes parties, shut up.
ANYWAYS, threadhopping mandatory encouraged! Let your characters get social. ♥))

[Puck is a crazy rich bitch. For example, he asked his parents to buy him a jungle gym for no apparent reason (besides they're cool) and then proceeded to take it to the Plane, a rather substantial replacement/addition to the playground that's been there before. So, Plane-dwellers, enjoy the addition of a very tall rectangular boxish prismatic THING painted with neon versions of all the Bacchus colors.

And the obligatory fairy draping himself in really uncomfortable positions on it, 'cause he's a crazy person like that. ♥ Currently he's suspended upside down from the topmost rungs, swaying gently back and forth and making grand motions with his arms on occasion.]

What hempen home-spuns have we swaggering here,
So near the cradle of the fairy queen?
What, a play toward! I'll be an auditor;
An actor too, perhaps, if I see cause.

[here is Kate, smiling a triumphant smile, for she has managed to take her tiny desk with her; it fades shortly, though, as she settles into her chair and gets to work; after a moment, she mutters]

We need to stop letting him do the filing.

[Ryotarou appears on the Plane, looking a little worn out and tired, and sighs to himself. Before he can really do anything, though, a second Ryotarou appears. He also looks tired, but more bored than anything. That goes away when he sees the doppelgänger, however. They stare at each other for a very long moment, the first's expression turning into something like panic.]

This is bad...!

[With that quiet mutter, the first Ryotarou disappears from the Plane, leaving the second Ryotarou to stare after the empty space.]


... Ehhhhh? Wh-what?!

(ooc: Time is very wibbly-wobbly. That's... all I can really say. The second Ryotarou is the 'present' Ryotarou, though.)

[These last few days? Have been very stressful to Dino even though he's been working hard at making sure people don't notice this. Since going invisible to his men, he hasn't slept or eaten much and it's starting to show. Right now he's near the edge of the Ammy's forest, pacing. Or trying to pace, he keep stumbling over his own feet and nearly falling as he goes back and forth muttering to himself.] I know he wasn't one of the regular contacts but Romario has to listen. If I'm not back in time for the meeting, things aren't going to go well. I need to see if I can get a look at the intelligence reports...we have to keep this quiet.

[the Master appears on the plane with his makeshift 'throne', the one made of bones, skulls, and fur. he looks completely relaxed and at ease right now


then he sighs dramatically]

Sometimes, power can be utterly boring.

[Shion appears on the Plane in his cloth. Some people might recognize it as the same one Mu wears. He looks around, shocked and tenses]

What in Athena’s name!? What is…this is an illusion, this has to be. Is this a trick, an attempt to get past me to reach Athena? Wait, this does not feel like an illusion. But I do not see what else it could be.

[He glances around, a bit wary]

here is not other way you could find so many…things, in the middle of space. So if this is not an illusion, what is this? It can’t be a dream, I would have remembered falling asleep. Yet I don’t see how a place like this could exist outside of anything but a dream. Unless this is some sort attack by Hades, although if it is this a very strange one.

[And Rose is lying on the ground)ish place, looking a little out of it]

What was Rose doing there? --the stars are pretty.

((She tripped over the dog and fell down the stairs. Now she has a concussion and is loopy.))

[Deadpool arrives in the plane, notices his change in surroundings.]

Hm. That can't be good.

[His thoughts turn to vague memories of a shop and two twins.]

Last time I fall asleep during a Stephen King marathon. Those kids from "The Shining" give me nightmares every time. Not as bad as the Olsen Twins, though...

[He begins to ascertain his location.]

Hm... I'm getting... crossover vibes? Maybe it's another event. Nah. Definitely seems like this place isn't a world I'm familiar with. I'm communicating in text form without yellow boxes or bubbles. So cold.

[A startling revelation comes to him.]

Oh no... fan fiction!? I can only take so much! Listen, you, my other writers were important paid people. You on the other hand are just some bored college student with too much free time. I could kill you if I needed to.

[Trust me, this will be fun. Besides, you're not doing anything until your next series starts up anyway.]

Well... I suppose I have some time to kill. And I guess I would probably just end up watching most of these guys on Cartoon Network anyway.

[There's also a bar over there.]

Hm... OK. I trust you for now. But if I end up sleeping with one of those dudes who look like chicks, you're a dead man.

[Deadpool heads into the bar where he is astonished to find a very colorful cast of characters, some of which he recognizes from his time watching TV in Japan, though he can't place most of them. He slides up a part of his mask so that he may take a drink. His disfigured face is partially revealed for the duration. He has a seat and begins looking for someone to offer him a... warmer welcome.]

I think I like the way you make me think, sir.