17 February 2010 @ 01:27 pm
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[Alex Drake is lounging in a lawn chair. It's an average, beat up sort of chair, the kind you would see around public places or, in this specific case, one that originally had residence in a hospital courtyard.

She's enamored with a hefty book in her hands. Knowing Alex, one might suspect it would be rather tedious psychology textbook or perhaps even a disturbingly in-depth police handbook; but closer examination will show that it is, in fact, a directory of dream symbolism. Every once in a while, she scribbles a note in a margin before flipping to a new page. This could, no doubt, go on for hours.

At one point, she glances up around her, a look of surprise on her face followed too quickly by obvious disappointment, and then she's back to her book, and her scribbles, and her constant quest to make sense of nonsense.

Have at her, constructs.]
 
 
17 February 2010 @ 07:36 pm
[Well, then, if you don’t mind, there’s just going to be a twenty-something young woman entering the plane. Wearing black trousers. a white t-shirt, and a slightly oversized tuxedo jacket, which is naturally very dull and boring and unlikely to last very long as an outfit. She immediately starts inspecting things, because this is all very interesting and unexpected, which is naturally pretty magnificent.]

Coliseum, looks like perfect condition. Completely out-of-place star and nebula patterns, ground made from- [Just a moment, bouncing on her feet a little, then getting on her stomach for a proper inspection.] –I can’t say I recognize this. Reflective qualities; definitely not glass. If I could get a sample off- [She starts patting down her jacket pockets for something useful, and then notices... the black hole. Hel-LO there.]

Someone’s been busy, I can say that. That can’t be- [And as she leans forward for a proper look, she realizes that, hello again, she’s not alone. She addresses the nearest person.] Hello. I’m the Doctor [and you’ve NO idea how good it is to say that!]. I’m a scientist, and just... passing through for a bit. This is a very fascinating environment. Is any of it yours?
 
 
17 February 2010 @ 08:58 pm
 
[Once again Mu and Shion have appeared on the Plane together, this time with Shion looking noticably unhappy]

...That was not the Fire Clock.

I would think not.

That was a normal clock tower, in the middle of Sanctuary.  It is not suppose to be there!

It does a fair job at telling the time, if nothing else.

That does not matter!  The Fire Clock was an integeral part of Sanctuary for thousands of years. It cannot be replace like that!

And we've likely this place to thank for it

So we're just going to have to live with it? [The thought appears to make Shion even more annoyed.]

I'm afraid so

...I do not like this! 

Nor do I.

Yet you appear to be taking it rather calmly.


What good will getting angry about it do?

[The look Shion gives Mu is part annoyance and part concern. He can't help but feel Mu is being a little too calm about this, even for him] A part of Sanctuary has been changed without warning or reason. I believe it is at least worth being upset over.

It is one thing to be upset, and another entirely to grow angry over something uncontrollable.


 I do not like uncontrollable things happening in Sanctuary. [Almost grudgingly] But I suppose you do make some sense.  We have far more important things to focus on.

Mm

[Mu is lavender, Shion is gold. Both have just discovered the results of their merger with Namine.]