[ Here we have one scrawny, brown haired boy known as Tsunayoshi Sawada looking around the area nervously not too far away form the information kiosk. He seems to be talking to himself, but if you look on the ground a foot or two behind him you'll see a nice looking blond haired doll lying on the ground. ]

Th-This isn't too bad Giotto. Look there's even an Information Kiosk, that should be able to help us right?


Right Giotto...?

[ Tsuna finally seems to realize that he's pretty much talking to himself when he turns around and sees the doll lying on the floor behind him. He didn't seem to have any problems moving on the plane because Tsuna was over at the doll, and picking him up in a short moment. ]

Mou Giotto, this isn't funny. You should have told me you were at your limit... [ Shifting the doll to a one armed hold Tsuna concentrated on his free hand. After a moment it started to glow a soft orange, and then was covered in an orange flame. Smiling Tsuna took that hand and pressed it against the doll, watching as the flame was absorbed into it.... Only to have nothing happen. ]

E-Eh..? B-But... [ He repets the process again, and again, and a fourth time for good measure, getting more an more panicked as nothing happens. ] N-No way...

[Crowley has been searching for his sunglasses for the past five and a half weeks. All of which he's had to do manually since he's been as weak as a normal human the entire time. And recently he found the only thing better than his powers: Aziraphale.

All in all, Crowley's in a good mood. Sex will do that. And it's about to get better.

He is strolling on the beach, keeping his eyes open for a glint of black plastic. At this point, he expects to never find them. But his suspicions are proven incorrect when he steps on something he hadn't noticed in the sand. He looks down and grins like a snake at the arm of the shades under his foot. He crouches and picks up the sunglasses, momentarily taken aback by the sudden rush of energy and power flowing through him again.

He grins wider.

The sunglasses appeared to be partially melted, but that was no trouble now. He willed them into being the perfect, pristine Ray-Bans he always wore and slid them onto his face, feeling comfortable and more like himself than he had for thirty years.]

I'm back, baby.

[Although fairy tales were common enough in Camelot, the tale of Cinderella - the beautiful and kind orphan who was forced into servitude by her wicked stepmother - had yet to reach the shores of Albion. When Guinevere woke up in the ashes of the kitchen fire, she did so without knowing the nature of the role that she'd been forced into.

Not that it mattered. Until she returned to the Plane, she had been under the impression that she truly was Cinderella. She had toiled for many years without ever losing her good heart and, that morning, she did the same without complaint. (Besides, who did a girl like of her status have to complain to? She was entirely alone in the world.)

Gwen - dressed in soot stained rags and scrubbing at a patch of stone floor that joined her on the Plane - looked up from her bucket of soapy water as her memories returned to her in a rush.]

Oh.

... what happened? I'm the Lady Morgana's servant. I don't have a stepmother!

Do I?

[Her father had never considered remarrying after her mother's death. He certainly wouldn't have chosen a wife that would treat his beloved daughter so poorly.]