[ With two sets of brochures tucked under his arm there is a young adult standing there on the plane, his face lit up not unlike a child stumbling upon the mother of all prizes inside of a toy store. He studies the ground in amazement, watching his feet connect with the 'ground' as he walked above the stars. ]

This is-- this is just extraordinary! Absolutely baffling of course, but fascinating all the same! I never knew that shop would lead to something as wonderful as this!

[ He can't help but pause for a moment and nudge the ground with his foot. ] Absolutely amazing. I wonder just how far this place stretches for. I certainly see no end in sight. I don't believe I recognize any of these constellations either. But I'm certain that I can figure something out if I just put my mind to it! There must be so much to see!

[ Which is why he had gone ahead and grabbed those pamphlets and flipped through them earlier. However a curious mind is often times distracted far too easily, which would explain the sight of this young lad mumbling to himself as he nudged the ground again.

His expression does soften for a second though. He looks up at the 'sky' with a disappointed look in his eyes. ]

Taylor would have enjoyed seeing this. I'm sure of it...

[There's been a long gap where Kay hasn't had access to the Plane. Or anywhere, really. Why? Because since the fairy tale incident, he's been in a cocoon.

And today he's back. On the Plane. With a giant pair of teal butterfly wings. And now he has to hide from his own world because no way can he report into work with these babies. He'd be in the laboratory getting blood tests for a month like the last time insect parts started sprouting out of his body.]

Oh what the fuck is this shit. [He has to get these somewhere. He doesn't know where. Just somewhere. How is he going to get his jacket off?! He'd rather be shooting heavy arms at angry radiation monkeys again. At least that was fun! Not prancing around like a goddamn fairy.

Okay, he's not really prancing. He's trudging. But in his mind, there's no other way one can bear butterfly wings but with the indignity of perceived prancing.]




*OOC: And Kay's expirement is go.