{Dietrich, while enjoying the effects of his strings quietly and peacefully in some remote corner of the plane, is now bored with just letting things proceed "naturally".

By now, you can deduce one, main thing about Dietrich, I would hope; it's never a good thing when he's bored.

So he's standing leaning against the theater wall quite leisurely, inspecting a tank of a person with disinterest. It's covered in armor and wearing a helmet to obscure its face, but to any that would sense it, this is a corpse of a vampire, patched together and reanimated by Dietrich's strings. They're his second greatest creation, and he calls the fearsome creatures that retain their superhuman abilities in death Autojagers. They're insurance for him, more than anything. Strings or not, Dietrich is decidedly human, after all.}

Miss TARDIS? If you have a moment, I'd like to speak with you.

((ooc: If you are planning to kill/maim/fight with Dietrich, please pop me an IM~ Well, Pen excluded, since we already talked it over.))

[Sits at her desk on the plane, wearing reading glasses, eating pie, and filling in paperwork. Sulking a teensy bit.]

Mum saved the world. I can't believe it. Actually, I can't believe Tony helped. My mum and a toddler did my job for me, because I was too busy being unconscious after eating a poisoned sandwich.

...that's just embarrassing.