[Onto the Plane wanders a face who has only shown up twice before. Once more he has a clipboard and a notepad, and with him is a table and a set of chairs this time. He feels lazy. He yanks off his leather jacket and tosses it on the back of one chair and sits down.

He grins widely at the expanse of the plane.]

Hey!

[He spins a pen around.]

I've got a series of questions for you all! Some of you may remember me from such movies as 'Derobero Asks Questions I: Who Are You, You Nosy Dude' and' That One Guy Who Seems to Be Clueless And Also Possibly Some Sort of Canine'. Well, I'm back again to do 'Derobero Asks Questions II: Updates and Some Of These Questions Are Different'.

[He chuckles to himself.]

So, yeah. If you could give me... ten minutes of your time. I may or may not even have a secret stash of cupcakes for people who complete my questions. I've heard people like cupcakes. I wouldn't know, I don't eat. But come on. If you eat, cupcakes. If you don't... okay, I didn't prepare for that, but you can always use the cupcake to throw at someone and go 'you hath been cupcaked, my good man'! And then he would frown and declare war, for you have besmirched his honor...


((OOC: Oh yes, a note! He can tell if people are lying, so if your character lies in answering any of the questions, please leave an OOC note telling me. :D))

[Irving Braxiatel is a Procurer of Stuff, so it is not surprising when this well-dressed gentleman appears with Stuff He Has Procured. Though the sort of Stuff he has brought, well.]

[The first of the Stuff is a new version of the information kiosk. Mysteriously, however, there are no longer any papers. Instead there is a simple sign reading Please say 'help' for information.]

[The second of the Stuff is semi-traditional 1800s equipment for table tennis. This means the table is a mahogany dining table, the ball is actually a rounded off champagne cork, and the net and rackets are actually books of Romantic era poetry.]

[The third of the Stuff is a paper aeroplane. Braxiatel picks the aeroplane up and sends it flying. When it is some distance away, Braxiatel disintegrates the aeroplane with a staser shot, then puts the staser away.]

[That settled, Braxiatel picks up one of the table tennis rackets. That is, a volume of Byron's poetry. Don't worry, it's not a first edition. The other racket is a volume of Percy Shelley's work.]

Is anyone up for a game of table tennis? Archaeologists are remarkably poor players and I am craving a challenge of late.