[Yuuto staggers onto the Plane looking absolutely exhausted in a rare hoodie and t-shirt. He stumbles toward the bar, hoping to get a glass of water or something, but he never makes it over the barstool. Instead he gives up and sprawls over it, arms and legs akimbo and limp as he just /breathes/.]

Haaauuughhhh... just rest here... a moment... and then...

[He tries to pick himself up off the stool, but there's the soft jingle of weights beneath his clothes and he falls to the floor.]

{Homicidal brats aside, Balalaika has a business to run. An illegal business, sure, but that's just details anyways. Sitting on her desk are various piles of currency, sorted by country/type, and in cardboard boxes on either side, there are quite formidable arms of every kind. With the recent hysteria caused by "random" murders at home, Balalaika got many requests for arms, so she's more than happy to oblige. She starts counting off a stack of dollar bills first.}

Roanapur's newest residents sure have it all fired up. Usually they just go to the Church of Violence for shit like this, but everyone is so damn paranoid they're even asking Hotel Moscow. I bet they'd all piss their pants if they new it was a pair of brats that were knocking off even my men. It's a bunch of fucking bullshit, that's what it is.

{She sets part of it aside and pulls out a machete to set on top of the cash} But after meeting with Chang, we're going to have that whole city at war to kill them. Fair enough, I guess.

[Cy poofs onto the plane, licking energetically at... a fish. Yes. She is eating a fish. Not linoleum, not cigarette butts, not even the perennial favorite--bicycle spokes. She is eating a fish.

There's something strange about her, beyond the fact that she's cleaner than she's ever been in her life, white bib fairly glowing with good health. She's clumsier than usual, maybe, but what's really off is her head; the shape is different, somehow.

That would be because her spark plug is gone. There's no little bronze bump poking through her fur. There's no bald patch, no scar, no indentation to show where it was; it's simply and completely gone. She starts purring enormously and sinks her teeth into the fish.]

My star-gazey pie.