Oh. Would you look at that.

[finding herself in the middle of a field of stars, Menzies' first instinct is to spend a moment looking around to get an idea of her situation. her eyes roam over the star patterns reaching as far as she can see. she taps a foot on the ground, frowning at the feel of it]

Well. That has to be the smoothest trip to another planet I've ever had. Not that I make a habit of it, but I do have some experience. Now... [she straightens, her demeanor growing more serious--ready for anything--though her tone remains conversational] Are you going to show yourself? Because whoever you are, I think I oughta recommend you to some people. I bet you could have yourself an interdimensional taxi service if you wanted.

Or do you just make a habit of kidnapping police officers? Because in case you don't know, some planets frown on that sort of behaviour.

[takes a step forward, watching for anyone around her] Well? What have you got to say for yourself?

[Matti's sitting somewhere, sulking. That, and she may or may not have been crying up until recently. Even with an American-flag  party hat on her head and a tiny twinge of alcohol available to those with a good sense of smell.

Because she just got away from the celebration of her sister's birthday, where she was force-fed spiked Coke to "live a little" and hit on by her drunken mother, and no one even thought about her birthday on the 1st, after she gave them three days to try and remember (practically a tradition by now). So she's gone to the Plane, the place where no one confuses her for her sister or (usually) forgets her presence.

Being America's hat sucks. It sucks, and nobody understands.]

[[ooc: I meant to make a post for Canada Day, but I forgot. It's even kind of late for a 4th of July post... Erg. So this is backdated to yesterday. XP]]