[Ah, and so things are (relatively) back to normal - people can return home, the Plane is no longer a place full of monsters and yet more monsters, people can see their loved ones again...]

[But hey, who cares about
that? There are more important things to focus upon, for the people who have no loved ones at all, such as running, and finding a quick source of blood, and finding a music store...]

[Onto the plane drifts a dulcet, passionate
Rah rah ah-ah-ah! The kind of catchy opening that makes many people want to dance; the kind of wonderful hook that may, possibly, make people want to dress up in wild costumes and have a absolutely wonderful time.]

[Yes, ladies and gentlemen, The Gaga has arrived.]

[...Or, y'know, some fortuitous speakers and a stolen borrowed I-pod.
Somebody figured that the best way to get over a month of possible death and lots of blood was to play Lady Gaga at a loud volume and hope, hope desperately, that everybody was filled with happiness or, at the very least, severe annoyance.]

[Claudius, sitting to the side of the speakers and looking rather smug, is hoping for the second option.
]
 
 
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