{You may (or may not have) noticed a desert on the Plane. Once you step onto the sand, it's just as hot and dry as a real desert, occasionally complete with sandstorms. There's no good explanation for how that's even possible, but hey, that was Rider's wish.}

How perfect indeed! After all the damned snow and ice, this place was in need of hot sands to counteract it! I would venture to say that it is positively re-energizing!

{He grins, crossing his arms}

So! There are so many people here that claim exceptional skill in some manner. If it is intelligence, that is all well and good, but I am not interested. Physical prowess is much more impressive! Come, challenge the King of Conquerors to a small fight to challenge your strength! You will certainly learn of the harshness of fighting in the Persian deserts!

Oh~hohohohohoho~!

{A rotating platform lifts out of the Plane, carrying Renge atop it. How is that possible? Shoujo logic, goddammit, don't question it.}

Renge, the Ouran Host Club manager, has questions for you all! All of the people here are either uneducated in the merits of moe or simply ignorant! So! I absolutely must survey all of you so that I can best accommodate to the interests of this place! Or even educate you...Either way, it's not acceptable!

{Points} So, you!

Won't you please fill out a survey? It will only take a minute of your time, I promise~♥

[now arriving on the Plane is a nicely dressed ginger-haired woman who takes one look at where she is, gasps, and screws her eyes shut]

Oh. My. God. I'm in the middle of outer space! Again! [but something in the back of her mind tells her to stop being so ridiculous; if she really is, she'd be dead by now and she certainly doesn't feel dead, and besides, didn't see meet someone in a place like it not too long ago?] Ohhh, when I get my hands on that woman and those creepy Wonder Twins...

[and speaking of hands, she feels around for a chair she swears she saw when her eyes were open and--ah ha! she finds it and quickly has a seat, her hands holding the edge of the seat tight.] All right. [takes a breath] Let's think about this. There's no way this is really outer space. It just can't. [she takes a peek out of one eye then slowly opens the other. slowly:] Okay...that's better. I think.

[louder now because she needs to focus on something else for the time being before she goes mad. or becomes ill. whichever comes first.] Right! I want some answers and not from that cow. Come on, there's got to be somebody sane around here!