[Lucy is on the Plane, Thinking About Things. what things? who knows, it's Lucy. well actually! she's thinking about a certain political planet, idly flipping through the pages of a book about said world. she takes a break every now and again to stare at the stars, twisting her wedding band absently. and then she sighs, going back to her book]

I hate Daleks.

[James stumbles forward, confused by his surroundings. In one hand he clutches a heavy pipe. Both the pipe and his clothes are covered in monster gore, and combined with his disheveled and distant expression, he looks more than a little out of it. He pauses for a moment, then calls out.]

W-where...?

Mmuh… Mary? Mary are you here?

[He steps forward, clutching the pipe uncertainly.]

What's going on? Where am I?

As much as I prefer what the Alliance planets have to offer, I have to admit, these border planet shops have some nice things, wouldn't you agree, Kaylee? [a pause] Kaylee? Where did you go? Mal, have you seen Kaylee? She was right-- Mal?

[finally gets fed up and turns to look around, but no one who entered the shop with her is there and, what is this? neither is the shop anymore! welcome to the Plane, Inara]

Mal...? Mal, that's enough. I don't know what you did, but you can stop it right now. This isn't even remotely humourous. Mal? Mal, answer me!

[takes a step, realises that hey, this is real, and promptly needs a sit-down]

Oh gossa.


[ooc; Tags will be slow, as I'm still at work, but I'm bored and wanted to put this up.]

[Henrietta is back, sans overcoat, stockings and shoes. She's up to her ankles in water at the Doctor's beach, hugging herself and looking out over the water to try and spot the constellations Hei taught her. Her violin case is nearby on a rock, well out of the water but not out of arm's reach.]

Cassiopeia? ...no. [She cranes around, frowns, drops from the plane and comes back with a rifle scope, which she uses to hunt through the constellations again.] Um. Oh! There's the Big Dipper! Rico would really like this place.