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25 October 2008 @ 04:42 pm
 
[Lucy appears on the Plane, bed and closet in tow. she's currently folding some clothes neatly into a designer luggage set, humming quietly to herself and sort of bouncing on her toes while she works. the TARDIS was being annoying again -- really, she couldn't very well do anything when the horrible machine kept closing the closet doors on her (when she was in it) -- so she's opted to do her work on the Plane. makes it easier to transport, anyway, since she intends on some of these clothes going to the Fortress of Awesome. she also has some curtains and such set aside to make the Fortress a bit more homey. it's sort of what she does. there may or may not also be a smaller travelling bag sitting off to the side, still empty, but she's been eyeing it as she packs]

I really do need to make another shopping run. It's all just the same clothes as usual. How terribly dull.
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25 October 2008 @ 06:15 pm
 
[Somebody's returned to the plane-- and this time she's got a rather large picnic basket hanging from the crook of her elbow. Kneeling, she takes the red-and-white checked blanket tucked into the top of the blanket and spreads it over the ground. From the basket she unpacks paper plates, forks, napkins, and...

And PIES. Lots and lots of fresh, hot, delicious-smelling home-baked pies.]

I promised pie, and pie I deliver. Anybody want a slice?
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25 October 2008 @ 07:13 pm
oo2 † Song  
[Ai is simply sitting there, surrounded by a bunch of flat and smooth rocks. She is stacking the rocks like she's making a type of grave. As she stacks the rocks, she sings a haunting melody. She seems very sad as she stacks the rocks and sings, though you'd never be able to tell by the blank look on her face. Song lyrics and translation here if anyone is interested!]
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25 October 2008 @ 10:11 pm
 
[sitting at his desk on the Plane, looking somewhat smug and rather content with himself]

Oi, Tyler. We've gotta talk. I've got some information on the Frenchie I've been meaning to tell you.
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Chris Halliwell
25 October 2008 @ 11:41 pm
SEVEN ‹  
[Enter the Griever! As always, the blond hair, glowing red eyes and echo-y voice pretty much guarantee you won't recognize him as Chris. He appears with some momentum, and smacks into the wall of the ballroom. A hand is at his side, where some green blood seeps slowly through his fingers. He looks pretty incredulous.]

Who actually gives a little girl a sniper—?! [Realization dawns!] ...rifle. [He knocks his head back against the wall. Guess who just discovered his merge with Henrietta?] You've got to be kidding.
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