16 February 2009 @ 11:23 am
[A small, dark-haired woman in a long, dark blue velvet cloak appears on the Plane. She is pale, with blood red lipstick and dark makeup around her eyes--eyes that look strikingly unnatural even at first glance. They are a pale, vivid blue, with a kind of radial starburst pattern in the color.]

[She stops, quite suddenly, and looks around before taking another tentative step forward.]


What is this place? I don't remember—

That shop, what was it? Those children...are they the cause of this?

[Another step, and she reaches up to drop the hood of her cloak]

Are my eyes deceiving me? But why would I see the stars? Not darkness, but beauty...is this a dream? No bodies, no surgeons....

A wonderful dream, then.
 
 
16 February 2009 @ 01:26 pm
[It's been a while, Plane. Kuhn appears, wincing slightly and overall very wary. He looks down at himself...

And breathes a HUGE sigh of relief!
] Oh, thank God! I look like myself again. [Laughs] Being other people was starting to get a little awkward...

So! Did I miss anything here? ... Well, is there anything to miss here...?
 
 
Current Mood: relieved
 
 
16 February 2009 @ 04:42 pm
[She appears on the plane looking worn, but healthy, dressed in plain white scrubs. More than that, she seems totally calm. There’s a couch--it looks almost clinical in its state of neat disuse. Misaki tosses a doctor’s coat over the back of the couch and lays down on the couch itself, resting her arm over her eyes. Her hand has a loose bandage on it and, believe it or not, there’s a faint edge of gray showing at one temple.]

[It’s been a long week. And it’s not over yet.]