[It's been a while, Plane. Emil appears cautiously, not accompanied by any beasts. Or girlfriends. It's just him. He glances this way and that, as if afraid of being attacked, and then he simply sighs and flumps down where he is, his back against the wall of the old movie theatre.]

Have I changed that much? Maybe I've changed too much...

[He pulls his knees to his chest and rests his forehead on them.]

How am I supposed to save the people in front of me if I can't even save myself?

I'm so pathetic...

[ooc: Itty bitty canon update! Emil has started on the Rosemary quest in order to free Regal. Hooray for ten minute canon bumps. Hope that's okay, Maggie. ♥]

I had wondered at first if this place was accustomed to social gatherings, and I see that I was somewhat right.

{Dorian pauses to light a cigarette}

I'm sure that it was a lovely soirée, but for it to be open to only women seems a waste. I do not mean to insult the gracious women here, of course, though I have met so few of you. Ah, to be honest, I have met far fewer of my fellow travelers than I would have liked. It takes getting accustomed to, this place, but its charms are innumerable. And we are travelers, are we not? I think how lucky we must be for the chance, at times, yet I cannot help but wonder whether our gracious hosts think of it as a chance or a curse? But my cynicism is disenchanting, and I digress.

Rather than a limited party, I propose an enchanting evening for all of the travelers here. I had thought that perhaps a costume masquerade would be popular, but I am admittedly ignorant of the customs of the other people here. If you would be so kind as to enlighten me to a sort of party you may like, I would be glad to do my best to oblige.

After all, there is no reason that we should be strangers, is there?