[There is now a knee-height radio standing on the plane, it is playing This fairly loudly and in front of it Bai Tza is swaying along with a big grin on her face] I have to admit, humans have some good ideas.

[Spins around] Like music, a lot of it is so much better then the old sort, I think I'll keep it when I get back to normal.

[Another spin and then she halts with a frown] Unfortunately those boasting shouters will have to go, I refuse to have things that give me such a headache interfering with such beautiful songs on my watch.

[More spinning and a few ballet moves] I should really listen to more, everything that they have to offer.

[Enter Chris. He's half-draped across a perfectly ordinary couch, a coffee table off to his side, and a newspaper resting over his face. He almost looks like he's asleep, save for the click-ick, click-tchk, click-ick, click-tchk of the retractable red pen in his hand.

Anyone who wants to come take a look at the newspaper will notice the circles in red ink around a few of the wanted ads; there's even a rip through one of them where Chris got frustrated and just scribbled the whole thing out.

So, yes. Come bother him? :D]

(ooc: As a somewhat unrelated note, Chris's ghost senses have adapted to the Plane! Which basically means his sense will go off if your character is part of the Sparkle Blood Club.)