11 September 2008 @ 12:42 pm
[A familiar redhead reappears on the plane after an unexpected hiatus, her skin a bit tanned. She grins as she walks in, flopping down on a couch.]

I really should vacation more often.
 
 
11 September 2008 @ 04:35 pm
 
[Juni has brought a wall, or at least a medium sized portion of one... It's all webby and might have some blood down at the bottom but Juni doesn't recommend looking too closely... Or she would, if she wasn't busy banging her head against the wall with quite alarming frequency] When I wake up I will be eleven again [Wall] When I wake up I will be eleven again [wall]

(OOC: Juni's last experiment post, I think ^^)
 
 
Current Mood: aggravated
 
 
11 September 2008 @ 04:45 pm
[James stumbles onto the plane, carrying a plastic grocery bag full of clothes and, of all things, the great knife. He's back in his normal clothes, and they're pretty much caked with gore. James doesn't look too great either. He's spent the last couple of days running around Silent Hill, and he doesn't exactly spend a lot of time eating or sleeping there.

He doesn't say anything to anyone, just sinks down to the ground to catch his breath.]
 
 
11 September 2008 @ 06:51 pm
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[The Plane sure is the best place to rest, and heal. Or is it? Whatever, after certain incidents people still like to come here to rest. Mostly. Maybe because it feels more real...?

Anyway, Juliet is actually patched up by now, but still not in the best condition. There are bandages around his middle (yes, you can see that since his vest is open), and heavy bruises on his pretty face.

He decided to have a drink at the bar, but he er...  fell asleep. So he is leaning on the counter, using his forearms as a pillow. Comfy.]

 
 
11 September 2008 @ 09:20 pm
 
[the Brigadier comes onto the Plane in a jacket and with some snow and ice shaving on his shoulder/head/wherever]

Planet made of ice. See something new every day.

[and he begins brushing the snow off]
 
 
Mai, I—

[Zuko has appeared on the plane by accident, which isn't too hard to imagine, given his penchant for disaster. He's dressed in his royal robes, near full-length shades of red and dark, but his fluffy dark hair is down and hanging rather messily (if not cutely) around his face. He stares at the stars around him openly, gaping sort of like a lionfish before something comes to him. In this state, the scarred eye looks somewhat reptilian... definitely kind of shocking upon first look.]

Is this the Spirit World? I've... never actually seen it, but that doesn't matter. Or maybe it's a trick... [cups his mouth and yells] Hello! Is anyone out there? Hello!?

So it's a prank. [He looks around a bit more, then realizes something important.] No door? No door? How am I -- nrrrgh, can't you see I was busy?!

AZULA!! What did you do?!