[Hiccup appears on the Plane. Or is it Hiccup? He... or more like she looks different than usual. Most of all, she is a girl. If one is familiar with medieval clothing they can see she is from a royal family, the golden circlet might be a good sign of it too. She is actually a princess. The the panic on her freckled face might be familiar to some. She is a bit out of breath, as if she was running for a while now.]

For Odin's hammer they scared me! Why put more guards at the stables, no one is stupid enough to steel a royal dragon! They are dragon's for the love of-- aagh!

[The little green dragon on her shoulder sounds like he is laughing, but it made Hiccup frown at him.]

Toothless, it's not funny! I need to talk to the Night Fury, I need to ride it before the marriage or I'm doomed! Not that I won't be doomed already, but I were be less doomed... If that makes any sense... And Gobber decides now that he needs more guards around, how amazing this is-- [Gasp!] Do you think he knows?!

[At Hiccup's panicked rant Toothless jumps from her shoulder to look around, not really concerned of her problems. He'd rather have the food that might come around at this place.]

((This is Hiccup's first experiment. Basically she is a princess now. Here are all the details about it.))

[In the milliseconds after Edgar first appears on the Plane, he cycles through a variety of emotions at such high speed it's a wonder he doesn't get whiplash. He stumbles forwards and then drops to his hands and knees in terror. He is not using his Indoor Voice when he exclaims,]

Ah--! Holy mother of fuck!

[There's a pause as his fingers tense and untense against the "floor" and he tries to come to terms with what he's seeing.]

Oh, my god. I'm in fucking space. I'm in space. This has gotta be a dream. No fucking question.

[He squeezes his eyes closed. Deliberately,]

I... am... dreaming.

[Edgar lets out a nervous laugh and carefully gets to his feet, bracing for balance as if he were on a sailboat riding a tidal wave. A look of dark, uncertain understanding crosses his face.]

...Or this is just the town? The town is doing weird shit again. Oh, god. [As if shouting at some invisible overseer,] This isn't fucking funny! I liked you better with ground! God damn it! [He points at the Colosseum in the distance and, I'll have you know, hasn't taken History or Geography since the eighth grade.] What the fuck is that? Is this fucking Egypt now? Is this the best you can do? Fuck! Motel, town, space, you're a fucking asshole!

[He looks around venomously, runs a hand restlessly through his hair and takes a couple of uncertain steps. To himself,] I'm yelling at nothing. At space. Okay, yeah, that sounds like a good plan, gets lots of shit done.

I gotta stop drinking.