[Right. Juliet just  woke up actually, and found something pretty interesting in his bed. That thing was loud, and was licking his face, and it wasn't Romeo, it's the tiny black puppy from earlier. He has no idea how it could remain though... The experiment has ended but the puppy is still there? Strange. But annoying too.

So Juliet is sitting on his bed, in pajamas and holding up the extremely lively, and happy pup and blinks at it sleepily.]

What am I going to do with you...?

[Yawns.]

[Pup  yawns too.]

...

[Arthur has been riding his bike on the Plane. He has no particular destination in mind, but seems to be simply riding around. He comes to a stop in front of the Astral bar, looking at his watch.]

That's about  two hours worth of riding, and I still don't seem to reach an end. Considering I've been keeping up an average pace of about thirty two kilometers per hour, riding out for half an hour longer each day, and today's the twenty eight.....that's a hundred and sixty kilometers, and still haven't reached some sort of end.

[ooc: Unofficial birthday post! According to records, December 28th is Eddington's birthday. Unfortunately, he happens to be Quaker, and thus doesn't celebrate it. Still, I figured it deserved a post~]

[They appear crouched on the Plane, having just come from this. They both look like they've essentially just had The Day From Hell. Diva is covered in blood, most of it her own, and she's still bleeding from the ears. She's paler than normal and her eyes have a cloudy, glazed look to them; her movements are sluggish. Hei is covered in blood as well, black mixed with red, and he's bleeding rather profusely from the nose. He starts coughing and spits a glob of blood onto the Plane floor. Both of them look like they're only seconds from either passing out or dying.]

[Diva is more out of it than Hei is as her brain tries to fix the damage from the sedatives, so Hei is the one to speak.]

Mu...now might be a good time...

[Here is Two on the plane. He's relaxed in a comfortable chair, with a tall, lavish hookah standing on the plane floor beside him. He looks placidly still, as always; the only obvious movement is him bringing the pipe, slowly, to his lips to inhale. Smoke billows from his mouth as he releases it, and it floats off into the astral sky. He only looks forward with a blank expression. He's an exciting guy.]