Dammit, and I was hoping that there was a new strip club in town. There's only so many times you can watch a hooker pole dance before it's the same thing every time you go. Or, with the cheaper ones, it literally is the same every time.

{He takes that as a chance to pull out his Vicodin and swallow a few}

This really is a bad trip, though. Which is funny, because I never get bad trips. I would almost say that I'm asleep or hallucinating, but since I haven't gotten shot or in an accident lately, the second one is kind of unlikely. Oh, that and the fact that my ear still hurts from talking to Cuddy five minutes ago, can't be asleep.

There's a lot of sci-fi plots that go like this, I think. Random person ends up in a random place, hijinks ensue. But unfortunately, I'm not a good candidate for those kinds of things. Bum leg kind of prevents me from running away from the threat of the week. I could totally take an alien in a cane fight, though. But bad science fiction plot devices aside, I guess I've got...

{He looks at his watch}

"X" number of minutes until my trip is over and I get to go back to my very happy job of avoiding clinic duty for another hour and a half. With any luck, whatever drug made me think about some kind of weird observatory with a...coliseum in it will last long enough that I can miss the whole thing. Or at least tell Cuddy that I'm too hungover to do clinic duty so she'll have to get a nurse to do it. Like she already should be.

Hopefully I can look back and laugh at this later, since it sucks now. Or maybe I can just figure out what it was and give some to Wilson, and laugh at him.

...Actually, that sounds like a plan.

[Hei appears on the Plane amidst a flurry of snowflakes. He's not drunk this time, though he looks like he hasn't really been sleeping at all. Plus he looks like he's been in a bad fight recently thanks Deadpool. At least he's dressed for the weather.]

[He does look annoyed, though. Why? Well, that might be because of the rabite currently attached to his ankle. Hei growls a little and starts shaking his leg, trying to dislodge the thing.]

Goddamn it...

[Finally he just glows blue and electrocutes the rabite. The rabite gives a little squeak and...pops like a balloon it's canon D:. He sort of stares at where the rabite was in mild shock for a moment before he groans and runs his fingers through his hair.]

Monsters, webs, and I'm pretty sure that was a shrine before and not...Fenton whatever. And what the hell is a piece of London doing in Sapporo? The sudden temples at least make sense.

Some Christmas.

[Drusilla has returned to the Plane once more, and she still appears to be largely un-phased by any of the things she sees. Although she isn't accompanied by Miss Edith this time, she does have an basket filled with daisies.]

They never grow for me. Even when I ask them to.

[She sits down on the non-existent ground, her white dress pooling gracefully around her. Humming softly to herself, Drusilla begins to plait the daisies into chains.]