[And suddenly, there is a Haraken, wearing a set of the by-now-familiar cyberglasses. The only indication that he's alarmed by this situation is the fact that his eyebrows go up. He pauses. Looks around. Pauses again.]

[He lifts up the glasses.] Ah... So it isn't...? [Blink. He resettles his glasses and calls up a set of floating blue screens around himself. Quietly, trailing off as he starts tapping away at the screens:] But it still seems to be functioning...

[Isako is standing before a burning Satchii, eyes narrowed in cool defiance as the poor program begins to glitch with blinking patches of data.]

Tch, looks like those runts can't even play as distraction well enough. That annoying representative from the Space Administration Council is getting in my way too.

...but I'm getting close. It wont take long before I can open up the pathway. I just can't let the same thing happen again.

[Oh hello, have a Dorothy! Covered in dirt from head to toe (except for some reason her shoes, which remain a shinyshiny silver) with twigs and leaves stuck in her clothes and hair. She has a backpack slung over her shoulder, similarly coated in organic debris. One would think she was having a miserable day, if it weren't for the bright beaming smile plastered on her face. Huh!]

Phew, what a day! If you ever meet a group of people who go both rightside-up and upside-down equally, I suggest running. Apparently they're cannibals. Not the nicest bunch! But I did get away with this!

[She taps her backpack and looks rather pleased with herself. Although she doesn't look to be very forthcoming about the contents of the backpack. Hmmmmmm.]

[Somewhere on the Plane, out in some random area, sitting quietly on the ground, is an ansaphone.]

[...all right, maybe not quietly. It is, in fact, a rather loud ansaphone. It is yelling, and swearing, and all in a fairly familiar English accent.]

[The red light on the phone is blinking rather angrily. The ansaphone is not happy.]

Henrietta? GET BACK HERE THIS INSTANT—

Wait, where—

You've brought us to the Plane, haven't you? DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT LEAVING ME HERE YOUNG LADY—


((ooc: It's one of those old ansaphones with the tape. Also don't ask how it's still got power. Batteries or something. Just go with it.))