H-how did this happen...??

[Ryotarou is, of course, referring to the mass of string tangled and wound around his wrists and some of his forearms, hopelessly tying them together. From one end of the string hangs a yo-yo, with the other end is all but lost within the mass. He wriggles his arms, trying to make some sort of headway in freeing them, but... probably only ends up making it that much worse.

If anyone would like to point and laugh or even help a guy out, now's your chance.]

[The Pie Maker enters the plane, looking unconcerned and slightly authoritative, pushing the door open firmly and striding through it in the very way he's completely not used to doing, so it looks kind of weird, actually.] ... If she did kill him, don't you think she'd be a bit more discreet about it? I mean, if I went and killed someone with a pick axe, which I've never done, just for the record? I don't think I'd joke about it to other people. It hits too close to the spot and even if I was trying to be misleading by unknowingly make a joke that hit too close to that spot, that spot would grow and just get bigger and I wouldn't be comfortable with that and I'd get all sore and bruised from hitting it too much.

[He pauses, realising something.] Where'd the bell on the door go? [He looks around and is appalled.] Where'd the Pie Hole go? [Waits, but doesn't get any snarkiness from behind him.] ... Emerson? [He turns around, somewhat panicked.] Chuck!?

[Henrietta has been feeling a bit stressed lately, and so, to relieve that stress, she has created an obstacle course with her Angelic Powers of Making Things. There are climbing walls, nets to crawl under, things to swing across--all of the cliches of military training movies, with one exception; the consequences for failing these obstacles is a touch more dangerous than falling in the mud. The swing rope goes over a pit of spikes; as she climbs the wall, the slats fall down behind her. With each obstacle the consequences for failure become a bit more severe, until the last one has her rolling out of the way of a crushing block of stone and across the finish line.

She scrambles to her feet, looks back, and goes to check her pulse--only to realize for the first time that she's not breathing.]

...w...what?!

[Juni is pacing, hands behind her back and expression somewhat close to panic... Why you ask? Because there are now angels in her reality, very confused angels admittedly but still proper angels, with wings and everything... As Juni is commenting on] Proper angels... With wings and the ability to smite and...

[Stops and breaths in deeply] How...? Why...?

[Another deep breath] How the hell can I have actual proper angels in my reality?!

[Toph is sitting on the Plane and leaning back against Appa, who is curled up and munching some hay. Toph is fiddling with a chunk of what looks like some kind of black metal. She's holding it between her hands and metalbending it into various shapes--a star, a square, a snake, and a miniature Appa. Appa lets out a rumble.]

I know, I'm still working on it. Space earth is weird.