[Isaac looks like he's been crying - his eyes certainly look scrubbed at enough - but sitting at the bar with a large mug of something, he doesn't seem at all sad. In fact, quite the opposite. He looks....lighter.]

I know I wasn't dreaming this time. I think...yeah. Everything's gonna be alright.

[Have a little girl, Astral Plane! She's just delighted to be here, really.]

Hey, what's the big idea?! I'm not supposed to be here! Whoever brought me here, you better show yourself right now! How could you do this to someone like me?! I'm not gonna let you get away with this, you bas--

[And this. This is the face of someone realizing that there just miiight be other people around. Nervous little laugh and... time to turn on the charm!]

O-oh, um. Hi there! Is there anyone here? Maybe someone who'd like to help out a cute girl like me? I'm really really lost and I don't know why I'm here. And I've gotta get back to Ion!



Huh, what's with all the stars here?

[ He wasn't quite sure how he'd ended up back in this place after dreaming about it, but... well, he'd figure that out later. There was quite obviously a lot going on here he had yet to grasp. (Wherever 'here' was; he'd have to study up on this place a bit more in the meantime.) There is a pause as he looks about the Plane, a tap from his cane to the floor, and then... Break decides to waste no time and begins doing what one naturally does when confronted with a new world.

Getting tea.

Who has a random tea party in the middle of the Plane at such an odd hour of the day? Only a rather mad Hatter, you see. Though he lacks the hat at the moment. Perhaps the smell will draw you. Or perhaps the odd character you're quite sure you've never seen before will draw you in? After all, Break is something of a curiosity in himself with his white hair, single red eye, long floppy sleeves, and strange doll on his shoulder. Finally, he speaks. ]

Ah~ I rather believe that this place is lacking in the way of decent tea selections. How fortunate that I have found what I have. It will be a decent start.

[ He sips his tea. Who is he speaking to? Himself? ... No, the puppet on his shoulder. It actually moves and talks back to him, what is this ridiculousness-- ] This is terrible service to a customer! Absolutely awful!

My, I must be inclined to agree, my dear Emily! This is the worst shop I have ever seen, and it quite lacks in the way of looking like one behind the counter as well. Whatever COULD we have walked into, I wonder?

[ ... Well. He's not opposed to company, you know. In fact, the clownish person looks rather friendly and utterly harmless. Care to have tea with the man? ]