Diva
26 January 2009 @ 07:06 am
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{A girl appears on the Plane, looking quite confused after a moment. It's not at the surroundings, but it seems to be at herself. Her skin is quite literally the color of snow, and her long green hair looks like some kind of pattern. She's wearing a bright and colorful kimono with an odd, but very pretty pattern as well.

It might seem like someone new to the Plane, but when she speaks, it's unmistakably Diva's voice, just softer.}


Ne, what happened?

{She holds her hands out in front of herself, a bit worried.}

It's...gone.
 
 
26 January 2009 @ 10:36 am
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[On the Plane appears a boy. He's a perfectly ordinary looking boy, except that he seems to be utterly fascinated by his hands at the moment. And then at the shoes on his feet, and then at the school uniform he's wearing.]

Heeeh... but I didn't even jump in Ryotarou.

[The voice doesn't sound entirely familiar, but it isn't entirely *un*familiar either. Why, it sounds almost like a deeper, more serious version of Ryuutaros' voice... which really doesn't match the tone of what he's saying all that well.

There's a long pause, followed by a very panicked expression covering his face.]


Eh? EHHH?? But I didn't make another contract!
 
 
26 January 2009 @ 12:14 pm
 
[Martha, feeling decidedly weird (as anybody would after being shot and brought back to life), is quietly sitting on her cot near the kitchen, going through the medical supplies she has there and making a neat list of what's there and what she needs to get on a yellow legal pad she has resting on her lap.

Because she feels weird, she isn't as cautious as she might normally be, and one of the scalpels slips and slices deep into the pad of her left thumb. She curses under her breath, then notices that the blood oozing from the cut appears to be black. She grabs a gauze pad and presses it to her thumb to stem the bleeding - and so she can run tests on it later.]
 
 
26 January 2009 @ 02:27 pm
[A young man appears on the plane, radiating badassery in a natural sort of way. For all of thirty seconds.

His eyes go wide and he looks down at himself.
] Huh-? What in the...! [The voice is most definitely Kuhn's but...] What is this?! [He spins around, as though that'd help him find an answer or something.]

Okay, I guess it could be worse. But seriously, come on, can't I have... er... me back?

((OoC: ... Bwahahaha. I'm going to have so much fun with this plot, and y'all will be hearing a lot from me. >D))
 
 
26 January 2009 @ 05:42 pm
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[At a great big old wooden desk, that is suddenly appearing on the Plane, sits Dorothy. And she looks... well, sort of miserable, actually! That's different!

She's shuffling papers around at the desk, trying to sort them into piles and make sense out of the mess in front of her. It does not appear to be going well. Also on the desk are a large lamp (Tiffany?), a sprout of some sort of unidentifiable plant in a flowerpot, and a cold sandwich with one bite taken out of it. The sandwich-- roast beef on rye-- looks like it's been there for a while.

After a few minutes, she puts her head in her hands and just sighs. She could use a little help, maybe. Or just a distraction. Or a drink. Whatever!]
 
 
26 January 2009 @ 08:16 pm
[Romeo appears as usually, acting as if he owns the place! Only when he takes his first step, he stumbles and nearly falls since he finds himself suddenly wearing a pair of high heels. And as he looks down at himself to see what is going on, he notices he looks a little different.]

That can't be normal...

[So, since he also notices a sudden strange feeling in the area where his pants used to be, he can't help but to grope himself to see what's going on there.

Only nothing is going on there.]


[INSERT BRAIN-PIERCING GIRLY SCREAM HERE]

[And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why you don't want your actor to have also starred in a play as a female prostitute.]
 
 
26 January 2009 @ 10:49 pm
[This'd be Owen's first time in today, so he has no idea what's going on with all these weird swaps. He doesn't feel different, anyway - though he may look just the tiniest bit different in hairstyle and dress - though if one were to get a more intimate look they might notice the distinct lack of his scars and/or old bullet wounds.

In fact, the biggest difference, at the moment, isn't in appearance at all. Get him to talk, though, and you'll notice.

He's currently staring at the... article in his hand? About an Edward Vanderman? What? Wasn't this just a case file?]


((ooc: Clip here. What an adorable movie. :D I'm off to bed - tags after my honking enormous five-hour English exam tomorrow, oh god.))