pavlov's monster
03 October 2010 @ 06:42 pm
[Out in the open of the Plane, there's a sterile table with a dead giant hand on it. The layers of its flesh have been peeled back and pinned down by metal shish kabob sticks from the kitchen. Jade is just carving away at another layer, revealing the general bone structure, when there's a scream from a little way away.]

[Jade puts down his scalpel. The zombie runs at Jade quickly, still screaming, it's jaw gaping and wide, and Jade takes a few steps towards it and impales it with the spear he draws out with a burst of light. The creature is still screaming, but that doesn't bother Jade particularly. He just moves it with his spear onto a second table, injects it with something, and uses more shish kabob sticks to hold it down. Jade watches it thrash and scream for a moment, but the injection doesn't work.]


Hm. What a shame.

[With surgical precision, Jade severs the creature's head from its body. It is so difficult to dissect something that is thrashing around. The screaming stops, not that Jade was disturbed by it in the first place, and Jade draws his spear back into his arm.]
 
 
03 October 2010 @ 07:52 pm
 
[There's a sharp scream from the direction of the ballroom, a crack of thunder followed by a small explosion, then Firesong storms out, shuddering.] What in the goddess' name was that!? As if this situation couldn't be any more uninviting... [He stops walking, a slightly puzzled frown crossing his face as he puts a hand to the back of his head. Then he attempts to crane his heand around to look at his back.

Anyone who gets close enough might see the small wriggling hand caught in the bottom of Firesong's knee length hair.

Help him or laugh at him?]
 
 
The Doctor
03 October 2010 @ 09:39 pm
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[currently, the Doctor is crawling on the floor in the entrance of the ballroom, occasionally stopping to look and feel under the couches for something. he doesn't show it, but he's been rather shaken up--and he certainly is not happy]

Come on out! I know you're here somewhere. You've got to be! I felt you before you--[he pauses, his hand suddenly darting under a plush chair]--did whatever you did a few moments ago.


[ooc: The Doctor had to make a choice! When you tag in, I'll leave you a little message in his reply back so you know what's up~]
 
 
[Somebody is waking up and he's a bit cranky. Seems napping when it isn't wanted does him little good or maybe he didn't get his afternoon snack, who knows. Slowly, one hand going to his head, he sits up in a crouch a moment before he stands.]

Well, seems that was a temporary change in decor then.

[He does a silent, mental once over before cracking his neck from side to side and rolling his shoulders. He surveys the Plane before seeing something-He turns quickly, peering into the darkness looming about. Unfamiliar stars and galaxies whirling around is bad enough, now he's seeing other things that may or may not be there. He tries to drop from the Plane.

Nothing happens.]


Why am I not surprised? [Again, it is more to himself but he decides that staying out in the open is a Bad Idea. He heads towards the kitchen, I'll bet no one saw that coming.]