[There is a table, and it is round, because round tables are nice. Sitting around the table are three men. Well, one boy and two men? Either way, there are three males sitting around a table, waiting to talk to YOU]

[Arthur, sitting at one curve of this table stands up, addressing the Plane at large]

If I could have every one's attention. It seems we are stuck here for the forseeable future unless we can discover what choice was made. As I’m unaware of any progress in discovering this information, I’d like to propose that anyone who knows anything, no matter how insignificant it may seem, should come forward.

I know some of you are able to return home now, others have received pies [which is clearly as important as going home] - and still others seem to be suffering in incredibly bizarre ways.

[There’s also a redhead here who is just leaning back with his hands linked behind his hair.] And some people have been asked other choices, right? So you should tell us. If you’re lying about getting one, then it just looks more suspicious.

[And the third individual is, surprise, Nathan. He is playing with a pen, but he attempts to act like he has some measure of focus.] And, uhhh... don’t... don’t... ummmm... just, uh... [Nathan isn’t good at public speaking.] Actually, uh, you know. Whoever- whoever can, can, uh... go home. Fuck you.

[He looks over to Arthur and Luke.]

That is, um, all I have. To say.

[Arthur gives Nathan a look, raising an eyebrow, before sitting down]

Eloquently put. Moving along...

Simply put, our strength is in our numbers. If we work together we have a better chance of discovering who is responsible for our current situation.

[Luke ends up leaning across the table on his elbows, frowning.] And it’s not like anyone else is helping. Someone has to around here. So just start pulling it together already!


((ooc; purple=Arthur, red=Luke, green=Nathan. Threadhopping and things may ensue, and all the usual stuff of group posting hijinks.))

((ooc; also, since this is an info sharing post and all, feel free to treat it like a party post and tag around and things!))

[considering the hell of being chased around by zombie-like creatures, having the ever-living daylights scared out of her by whatever's lurking in the water, and now those plant things (one tried to use the image of her father and that just angered her more than anything), Donna's current peaceful, wistful demeanour is...a bit surprising.

she's sitting in a dining room area of the onsen away from all those mad things, her hands cupped around a steaming hot cup of tea that she hasn't really touched yet. it's there more to give her hands something to hold rather than to drink. she looks as if she might have been crying a moment ago if the slightly red and puffy eyes are anything to judge, but she still wears a hint of a smile on her face]

This place... Monsters and deadly creatures are nothing. They're much easier to face. But those images... [she pauses, her eyes drifting to the chair opposite her. that smile fades away]

This place is too cruel.

[Alex is used to being trapped in places for long periods of time against her will, so she's less concerned by the current events on the Plane and more... annoyed.

At least, she was. Right now she is stumbling through a busy section of the Plane with urgency, her head whipping around as she searches for something she hasn't found yet.

If your character is to approach her now, whether they've met her in the past or not, they will find her face change from panic to tender recognition. She stands completely still, as if no one around her exists anymore, a calm smile claiming her face as she stares at your character.]

... Molly?

[She'll approach your character quickly, tears brimming her eyes as her smile turns into a desperate grin.]

Molly, is that really you? What are you doing here?



{{ooc: In other news, Alex has been canon bumped to the end of 3x03.}}