Oh my, it seems I disappeared there for a while, hm?

[Because the mun is a total failure ORZ but forget that. She's carrying a notebook in her hands with a pen, and with the innocent Stepford Smiler mode going on you'd almost think she's trustworthy. Almost. But until the time the creepy comes out, she's still a cute innocent schoolgirl~~~ :DDDD]

I know I had asked for assistance the last time I was here, and I really appreciate that. But if it's not too much trouble... I'd still like to gather more information on this place!

I don't have anything to repay you with right now, but I'll find something for everyone! It's the least I could do.

[This is the giant elephant frog laying on the 'floor' being out of breath. He is bleeding from various injuries on his body. It looks like bruises, and stabs even. Mostly because buildings and other things were in his way, and partly because people attack when they see a giant frog 'destroying' their houses...]

I don't want this anymore, kerooo... [Whines.] I want to see Fukurooo, I want to go baaack.

I couldn't find Kakeru and Teru either, geroooo...

It huuuuurts...

[The first abnormal factor that can be noticed is that when Romana abruptly arrived on the Astral Plane was that she was not wearing her Presidential Robes. The crest still hung from her neck on the black cord but she had traded them in for a more comfortable attire of a blue blazer and matching pants, a button down stripped shirt and a pair of black heels.

The second is that the Lady President appears to be rather frazzled with a slight hint of singed fabric. There are some tears in her cloths and a sizable scorch hole in her left pant leg. Around her throat another bruise can be see forming, hardly complimenting her pale skin. A few scratches aside, though, she isn’t seriously harmed. But the prize of this display is that in her right hand she appears to be holding some sort of small torch-sized power pack while the other hand was holding an arm with a white sleeve and fingers stiff with the exception of the index that still twitched ever few micro-spans.

All in all the Lady President apparently had quite the day if her disgruntled expression was anything to go by.

Without saying a word she deposited both the arm and power pack onto the table that came with her before dropping into the chair that matched. A hand running through her blond hair Romana heaved a heavy sigh and closed her eyes, head tilted back over the chair’s back.]

Why were they even there? It just doesn’t make any sense… The Drale had nothing that would be of any use to them!

[After a moment of just thinking the Time Lord finally sits up and stares at the two components she brought with her to the plane. After a full minute of staring she sets to work, fiddling with the power pack and the arm.]

[There's a distinctly irritated looking Astrid pacing on the Plane. Her hands are gesturing like she's practicing a script, mouthing and quietly muttering the words over and over as she gets them right. Occasionally she shakes her head at the word choices, seems to backtrack and remouths them differently, hands firmly assisting with the annoyed dramatic effect, emphasising her rehearsed points.

She's not in her work clothes this time, she's wearing jeans and a pair of battered looking sheepskin boots, which make her seem even shorter. Given the clearly determined set of her jaw and the sharpness of her eyebrow, she's no pint-sized blonde to be messed with though. If looks could kill, you'd be a goner.

Approach with caution, particularly if you resemble the Tenth Doctor, Astrid's been doing some thinking...]

Screw you parallel universes, I don't give a damn. A year... a whole year, for what? 'Oh hey, you're alive, nice to see you Astrid' and that's it.

[apparently you pick up some choice language after a year on Earth. o_O]

[Susan is curled up in an armchair from the TARDIS Library. She has a bag of knitting materials on the floor next to her, a half completed stripy hat on her lap and, more importantly, a frown on her face. Rather than dwelling on some of the unpleasant thoughts that have surfaced since she arrived on the Plane, she's trying to honour a casually made - and, now she's spent some time on it, extremely foolish - promise.

Carefully, she studies the pattern book resting on the arm of the chair.

Victoria was so much better at this. She’d taught the other girl about the universe and the stars, and, in return, the Victorian girl had taught her how to knit. Susan is starting to realise that it might have been an unfair exchange...]

Oh!

[She puts down the needles and sighs.]

I prefer mathematics.

[Onto the Plane steps a young girl. She looks to be about seven years old and is dressed in black, flowy clothes. She looks the part of a high society girl.]

[When she notices where she is, her blank expression becomes one of mild confusion. She looks around as though searching for someone.]

This is not right. I am not where I am supposed to be. This place does not appear to be in the Romdeau servers.

Will someone direct me to the exit, please? Mama will not be pleased with my disappearance.

[Breakfast time~ After a rather busy night, it's the best to have a good breakfast. Juliet really wanted some break, and a quiet morning, so he decided it should be on the Plane! So here he is, sitting at his table with a traditional japanese breakfast and his calendar, going through on his plan for the day.]

Should call Kousuke about that... [He mutters, and scribbles down something. Then while reaching for his chopsticks, he knocks over his cup of tea... The liquid floods the table, and its contents. It's still an annoyance itself, but in a second it starts sizzling and smoking. Pretty strange thing for a tea to do that.]

What the... [Juliet recoils, and watches a bit dumbfounded as the thing practically dissolves everything it reaches (calendar saved in the last minute) with a strong smell. He then slowly stands up to step back from the table. Yes, he is rather shocked.]

I'm moving.

[there is a Doctor. He is bandaged up on the wrist and is in a fresh suit. He also looks somewhat panicked.]

Lucy!

[mutters] Should've figured out an easier way to find her before...

Lucy!


OOC: Plz to be closed to shatteredqueen.

[Aziraphale shows up wrestling with what appears to be a scorched and smoking wolf, easily three times the size of a normal animal. The teeth look like they should be too big for its mouth but something winched the creature's jaw into dislocation to get them to fit. Red and black drool oozes from the corners of its mouth and runs down the line of its jaw. It hisses. Its tail lashes, stabbing into Aziraphale's leg. He snarls, smashes his swordhilt against its jaw and sending it crashing off of him.]

[He rolls to his feet, scratched and bleeding, black hairs riddling his forearms. Apparently what looks like fur is actually fine, porcupine-like spines. The creature's jaw opens, opens, opens into a grotesque howl that sounds like a harmony of human and animal screams.]

[And then it bursts into blue flame.]

[Az rubs tiredly at his forehead.]

Foolish at best. Really.

[Lau appears on the Plane wearing a bright red Chinese robe with a glittering golden dragon design down the front. With him comes a whole bunch of red lanterns which light up a small area of the Plane where Lau has decided to set himself up for a celebration. Also with him comes a cart on wheels that includes a selection of different Chinese foods as well as tea. Next to the cart, Lau is completely beaming as he folds his arms so they hide in his sleeves.]

Happy New Year, Plane~! You all better be hungry, I can't eat all of this food on my own. Oh, I have a few red envelops with me for anyone who wants one. You might get some good fortune for the coming year~ I'm sure you all want that. Correct~?

[He looks deep in thought, but only for a moment! He continues to smile with his eyes shut otherwise.]

I wonder if the twins would want any of this?