[Yuuto arrives on the plane with a shower of glitter confetti. He dusts paper ribbons off his shoulders with a look of vague annoyance, and then sits against a wall of the theater. What's this? A giant foil-wrapped rectangle? It's only the biggest imported chocolate block Germany has to offer, and it's ALL HIS.

Better watch yourself. No Halloween movie is going to ruin his goddamned birthday. Not yet, anyways.]

I'm so sick of babysitting. I don't care what the tracks are doing, I just turned nineteen and I want some space already.

[This is the most rewarding bite of chocolate ever. Yuuto moans into it. And no, he does NOT feel like sharing.]

[ooc: L-lol, canon-bumped to ep 33, which also is around Yuuto's made up birthday! I'll update history an' shit when it's not 5 in the morning.]

[ So naturally when she arrived on the Plane, she was in no mood to be messed with... ]

Stop! Stop! Just... stop, okay? [ Angela will be folding her arms and looking very upset. ] Okay. There is an omnious voice in my head telling me I'm having a normal day. I have a feeling it has something to do with this place.

[ Well, you are having a relatively normal day so far... ]

No I am not! Not when there's a voice in my head!

[ Excuse me, I'm just doing my job. ]

Well cut it out! I don't need some disembodied voice telling me what's happening while it's happening.

[ She sighs and rubs the bridge of her nose. ] Dear Goddess, I sound like Deadpool. Anyone else have something weird talking to them?

[She appears in her fuzzy pink and white bathrobe and pajamas with a pattern of pandas on them. She's also wearing a pair of panda slippers, because really, who doesn't love panda slippers? A pair of safety goggles perch atop her head like a headband, and she's holding a pen and what looks like a clipboard with math homework attached to it. Unsurprisingly, her brother failed to make it home in time to take Henrietta to school; to make up for it, he promised she could stay with him at the lab over the weekend. It was well-meant. He wanted no harm to come to her.

But she was a curious child, and Heav & Hel Industries was far more than it seemed.]

Well, he tried, though.

[the Doctor appears on the plane, hands jammed in his pockets, looking as if a lot has happened to him since his last little trip here. Oh, yes, the Doctor was tired. The reappearance one's arch-enemy during an invasion of face-hugging aliens will--]

Shut it, will you? I'll tell my own story. [The stress of it all was making him tetchy.] [eyeroll.]

[ooc: Still backtagging!!]

[Toph appears on the Plane followed quickly by very creepy background music in a proper, evil-sounding minor key. Toph looks supremely annoyed.]

First those freaky ghost things and now this music. What the heck is going on?

[The music suddenly reaches a crescendo and several wispy, vaguely person-shaped ghosts appear, surrounding Toph. She falls into a fighting stance, though the nearest patch of earth is several yards away.]

Ugh, not again. Darn it, someone turn off the stupid music!

[ooc: the ghosts aren't sentient. They aren't even really ghosts--think of them as phosphorescent, wispy, born-from-fear-and-memories type things. Or something :|]