Hey hey, shop keep! Hey! [Sighs, rubbing his head.] This is troubling.. I thought this would be the kind of shop that would sell Jump on time.. But..

Hey shop keep! I said I wanted to buy Jump, not get sucked into it! Unless.. [With a look of determination, unsheathes his bokken and holds it in front of him.] Ban.. KAI!

[And after a moment of waiting, he lowers it disappointedly and looks around the plane once more.] Man, what is this anyway? A one-shot? Psyren?! CAPTAIN HARLO-- No no, that's not Jump at all.. DRAGON BALL?! THAT SERIES ENDED AND CAUSED TOO MANY PROBLEMS! SHOULDN'T I BE IN THE TOP THREE?! TOP THREEEEEEEE!

((HELLO, this is jumpsamurai/Orihime-mun with a fitting second character, Gintoki Sakata of the Gintama manga and anime. All his stuff's posted up in his journal.. And Jump characters may want to avoid him unless they're in the market for a new BFF. 8D))

[A ruddy-dressed man appears in the middle of the Plane, squinting from beneath a really horrible old hat.]

Och. This must be sum kind o' witchery... De'il be damned an' curse 'is mum, there be stars where there ought to be ain't. I dinnae ask fer this, ye ken? An' who wud? Ach... too old fer this. Wonder if'n Private Pulsifer canna tell me wot this all's aboot.

[He takes a long drag off a cigarette hidden in his hands calmly and looks around, as if waiting.]

... Ye kin send me back anyday now.

...

Ye've got sum nerve, keepin' a man like me 'gainst 'is will. A lotta nerve. Wot do ye ken ye git? I've a mighty finger, aye, I'll tell ye, I'm a man with a hand, an' I'm not afraid t' use it. Th' first Witchfinder on record e'er t' perform an exorcism on a demon... er... I think...

[He considers this for a long moment, then lets it go. His memory slips when he tries to think of the occasion.]

'Course, I'm retired now, but if I canna git rid o' a witch an' 'er wiles thin I was nae a Witchfinder ever. [coughs loudly] Figures I'd hef t' deal wi' a bunch o' Southern pansies. Aye... Ne'er a good explinashun fer anythin' when there should be.

[a little louder] Sen' me back or I'll be forced ta use sum lethal weaponry, ye ken!? Ye deaf'n'ignorant totterin' lean-witted malkins! YE KEN?!

[Covenant suddenly appears on the Plane! he's a haggard, grey figure who spends only a moment glancing around before he is seized with fear and leaps for the nearest solid object, which is the pub. he closes his eyes and holds on for dear life, as he has been overwhelmed with vertigo]

Bloody hell...!

[from appearances, he does not seem like he's in the mood for talking. in fact, with how white his knuckles are, he might end up breaking his fingers from his clinging terror before he begins to speak. space is not very good for acrophobes. in fact, his heart is pounding and his head is swimming. he's in the middle of a sort of panic attack, really.

what an illustrious start]



((OOC: :|b Going over his meme might be helpful but I can work without it being filled for a while if certain people are lazy.))

[Appearing for the first time on the Plane, a man in a blue suit with eerie green eyes manages to act suitably confused-- noticing first and foremost that he isn't alone here, before glancing at the stars.]

Ah...? Surely this isn't where Teacher meant! So shameful of me, getting lost.

If anyone could tell me where I am, it would be a great help. Miss Yako, she said, if I don't get back in time, she'll kill me for making her wait! [Says this with an almost sheepish tone and a wide smile~ The smell of a mystery is strong, but it's wisest not to draw attention to himself in order to investigate. Asking questions is only the first rung on the ladder, after all.]


[OOC: Mun is being kicked to bed, orz. SORRY GUYS TAGS IN THE MORNING. D| I live. :|b]

[Jack appears on the Plane looking a bit ragged and worse for wear; his clothes are torn in places as well as dirtied, his hair matted down and sticking out at weird angles. Most noticeably however, is his weary expression. He's obviously exhausted, but despite this is alert]

[Jack Harkness appeared on the Plane, his one hope for a safe haven among all the chaos and terror of the past few days. Little did he know that no rest would be obtained here. Back in Cardiff, zombies continued to wonder the streets; not so much undead but hypnotized. They were ordinary citizens, and Jack could not bring himself to do anything more than keep them at bay. He had lead a group of survivors down into the sewer systems, the only place where the hoard of those affected could not reach them. Not always. But their survival depended on his abilities and decisions; even immortality was beginning to tire him out]

I'm trapped wandering the sewer system and there is a voice in my head narrating. Not my best week.

[A new person has arrived on plane in a rush of air. He's just a kid. He also has no hair. And he looks really confused, scratching his head.]

Wait, wasn't I just asleep? ... Am I in the Spirit World? Hmm...

[there is a thing, slimy with a long prehensile tail, attached to Nine's face.]

[And, as the creature prepared to implant its seed...]

[this is not a good day for science.] Ge-- oooogffff-- !