[A thin man appears on the Plane with no to-do. There's no fanfare or applause. He scowls and looks around the expanse of space before opening what appears to be a bottle of pills, shakes two out, and pops them in his mouth.

The man's dress puts him in this odd area between business and casual. Sneakers and worn out jeans. White dress shirt, grey suit jacket, grey tie. Brown hair brushed back and in a short ponytail. Studious glasses in front of brown eyes. Mid-30s.

The scowl turns into a brief smirk.]


There's been a change in management.

[His accent is a thick, Chicago one.]

I'm Raymond Keys. You can call me Mr. Keys, Dr. Keys, or if you're feeling a bit friendly, Ray. I don't care what you use. If you have any questions, ask 'em now. You people make me sick, and I'm not sticking around longer than I have to.


(Plot officially ended. And I'm posting this on the heels of Scribbles' because I can, but I imagine it's some time after the machine has rebooted.)

[The Doctor is on the Plane with a purple llama, attempting to put a gift bow around it's neck. The llama is not happy with that.]

Oh come on, there, there.

[he pets the llama, while still struggling with the bow. Even though he just created a llama out of nowhere, it never occurs to him that he could use those same powers to just place the ribbon there]


[ooc; backdated to god powers]