[Mu appears amidst a pile of papers and books, a few of which lie open at his feet. Across his lap is spread a large-ish sheet of paper on which he is scribbling something, referencing both the open books and another, similarly sized sheet nearby. After awhile, he turns to the Aries cloth - ever at his side. He smiles and pulls the other sheet over his current one, then sighs.]

When I read that this year would be an interesting one, I don't think this is quite what either of us had in mind, hm?

[Kuhn is sitting at the bar, grinning. He likes this idea of a constantly-restocking bar. In fact, he might not be leaving anytime soon.]

Know what the best thing is about this place? I can put off going to work as long as I want, and not even get in trouble for it. [He raises his glass to that before kicking the whole thing down the hatch.]

[Hei isn't hurt this time! ...Okay, fine, if you look closely enough you might see some new bruises, but that's all. He's out away from most of the Plane traffic with his scope set up, trying out the new eyepieces that Diva got him for his birthday. There's a small table covered with food nearby that Hei has been picking at, and a new comet in the Astral Sky. It's a bright blue and yellow streak with a long tail, rolling across the sky like the ball of ice and gas that it is. Hei has no idea which one it is, and there's really no hope of identifying it since the Sky changes all the time, but hey, it's a comet. Comets are important.]

[Hei looks preoccupied with something other than the comet, though. After awhile he plunks down on the Plane floor with a sigh and scoops up a potsticker from his mini-buffet.]

[He mutters to himself,] Sam would never let me hear the end of it, of course...

[There are footsteps to be heard moving across the Plane. And these footsteps would belong to a young looking woman, her blond hair resting over her shoulders and down her back. If one were to look carefully, they would possibly catch a glimpse of something shimmering, woven into her hair - something not unlike a certain Flavia had done herself. With an expression of pure curiosity she gazed about as she let her arms rest at her side.

She was dressed in a robe of blue velvet, an intricate pattern of leaves woven into the cloth in a darker thread of azure. Her fingertips could be seen peeking out from the belled out sleeves showing that she wore black gloves and around her throat were simple yet elegant strings of silver with a jewel in the center of each. And resting over her chest on a simple black cord is a simple looking ornament with a not-so-simple looking symbol carved into it.

The mark of a President of Gallifrey.]

... This is certainly a change in scenery.

[Pausing, she looks around again, this time her left brow lifting ever so carefully.]

Granted while I wanted a bit of time away from the Council, stepping away into another dimension entirely was not quite what I had in mind. It is considerably quieter--that much I can appreciate. The arguments of stuffy old senators can be dreadfully dull after the first few micro-spans of having to listen to it. And even more so when they continue to interrupt you when you're trying to make a valid point. One would assume they want to hear some helpful insight.

No, no, they would prefer to inflate their own egos and remain to be blind to half of what is going on outside the Citadel. It is rather fortunate Leela does not have to sit through it all. She would have means of having her own points made but then it would result in the Chancellery guard barging in and more paperwork to be dealt with regarding the CIA.

[Again there's a pause when she thinks about everything in those few moments to follow before resting her hands on her hips.] But I really do need to be getting back. As confident as I am in Braxiatel's abilities to co-ordinate a meeting like that I would rather myself being there in order to oversee it all.