[Irving Braxiatel appears on the Plane with a small information kiosk. You can tell it is an information kiosk because it is a kiosk and it has the word "INFORMATION" on a sign above it.

He picks up one of the brochures at the kiosk and flips through it, smiling to himself.]

Really, Broderick...

[Setting the brochure back down] And that takes care of that. For now, anyway.

Ne, it seemed like a fine idea. I didn't mind working for someone they asked me to work with, and I thought that at least it wouldn't be a problem, but no, of course not. Arnould Rousseaux--just an angry, bitter old man. A rude, angry and bitter old man.

{Diva is lugging...well, luggage out of her mansion on the Plane. She has recently relocated herself, so instead of paying to have luggage shipped overseas, she did the smart thing and just decided to keep it on the Plane! But now she's taking all of it out of the house so that she can take it back to her reality with her all at once. That's the easiest thing to do, anyways.

The only problem is, she's feeling a bit peckish, so she sits on her suitcase after it's safely out of the mansion.}

It's such a boring little town, though, Verzenay. I know that I said I wanted to live somewhere where I wouldn't be recognized, but I wanted somewhere with its own hospital, at least...But I guess it's good that I'm finally somewhere else. It is really pretty...

{After a pause, she half-whines} Ne, would anyone here mind letting me have some of their blood? I promise I won't take a lot. It's just that taking a plane was a really bad idea after all. I hate flying!