[in a deafening burst of horns and strings, a bruised and bloody Kate drops and rolls onto the Plane, hissing with pain at the impact, guns clattering across the stars]

[Our brave blonde heroine abandons her team to -]

Shut up.

[I'm only recording events. When attacked by vicious zombies, trapping the heroes in their ravaged book shop -]

I'm here to find answers.

[ - after their Necromancer failed to control them -]

Yeah, and she shouldn't have.

[ - you – I mean she – fled, after several last, futile blasts from her - ]

You want to experience some of those futile blasts? [she slowly pushes herself up, grabbing her discarded weapons]

[She is, of course, haunted by her first experience with zombies, causing her to be more furious and violent than usual - ]

No, you stupid bastard, I'm just really annoyed.

[Hei is here, wearing a lab coat and ridiculously dorky glasses. He looks tired and rather rumpled. He's also carrying what looks like a pile of iridescent, dark green putty.]

This is it, isn't it? How did I manage to make this thing?

[Hei's sheer genius and determination to help his family had led to a breakthrough. After years of trying and failing, years of long nights in the lab and painfully meticulous research, he had done it. He had created the ultimate tool for psychological therapy.]

Alright, alright, I get it. So it's a therapy thing...maybe that was why that Halliwell person was so interested.

[He turns the blob over. The blob shimmers and makes a sound almost like a purr.]

I wonder how I make it--

[The tool had of course been created with trigger phrases used to prompt transformation. For instance, the phrase Black Cat...]

[The blob shimmers again and suddenly transforms into a large brown monster that looks like a cross between a rat and a dog and an alligator. It's thin and spindly and has no eyes, only a long, heavy muzzle filled with lots and lots and lots of two-inch teeth.]

[Plane, meet the Gate monsters. Hei throws the thing several feet away before it's done transforming and stumbles backward before falling onto his butt. He reaches for his knife, but since he's a scientist for now, all his weapons are gone. Hei looks completely terrified.]

No, no, no, you can't be here, you're not supposed to be here...

[The Gate monster snarls and stalks closer. Hei scoots backward.]

No, you're not real. You can't be real. This can't...

[From out of nowhere comes some really creepy and intense background music.]

Voice...voice, how do I make it change back? How...

[No answer.]

Dammit...



[ooc: PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE TAGGING!!!!!

[--WITH AN UNQUENCHING DESIRE FOR THE FLESH OF THE LIVING.... Now our knight has retreated to the field of stars with the sleeping Fumie in tow. Exhausted, the protector searches desperately for signs of backup, brandishing his bloodied rapier. THEY CANNOT HIDE FOREVER, FOR THE NOSE OF A CHEETAH IS POWERFUL, AND IN THE LAND OF THE DEAD, OUR HEROES SMELL DELICIOUSLY ALIVE.]

... Has... anyone seen Sam?

[ooc: Because somebody had to start this thing.]

[-but little did the folk of this sleepy town realize that a killer had entered their midst and soon would claim his next victim from among them.]

[Squalo angrily slashes his sword arm at empty air] VOIII!! I thought I told you to shut the fuck up!

[You don't have to take it out on me. It isn't my fault you fit perfectly into the psychopathic killer role...]

I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU BASTARD.

[...well, I suppose it's a start. Now if we could just head back to that town and get things going? I have a few other irritating narrations to be doing, and- wait! Where are you going?? There's a script to follow, you know!]

[He stomps off across the Plane, giving the finger to the voice following him.]

[Oh that's very mature behavior right there.]

FUCK OFF!

[a woman appears, more openly disheveled than she would ever prefer. She is wrapped up in a floor length dressing gown, warmth against the cooler weather. Her feet are actually bare and her hair is down. Almost as if the process of placing it up has been interrupted. With cheeks flushed and breath quick, she is not particularly, entirely presentable. At least to her mind.

And she might have running]

The attacks have been escalating. It is not uncommon for them to be where the Doctor is not. After all, they were there first, a part of my childhood even before the Angel was. A shadowed figure reaching across the bed, dreams that felt far more real than they should be. But never have they come so fast, and with such frequency. It now seems as if they are there, behind every door, mirror and tapestry.

What has changed?

[she appears decidedly irritated]

Those are my thoughts, if you do not mind. Thoughts I have no desire to share.