[Menzies appears on the Plane near the bathhouse. she has an overnight bag slung over her shoulder, and she looks disgruntled. also, her eyes are glowing faintly with dark blue light, and hidden beneath her hair is a rash on the back of her neck]

[she starts walking forward, slowly, with her hands outstretched in front of her. it's obvious that she can't see where she's going, although she has picked the right direction] If that worked, then the bathhouse should be... [she frowns, hesitating. she thought she'd brought herself to the Plane right in front of it, but apparently not. she mutters:] All right, if this didn't work, there'd better be something nearby. [she continues somewhat haltingly forward, but before she even reaches the building, she abruptly stops and turns her head]

Who's there?

[she's sure she just "saw" a flash of colour, so she's turned in the direction she expects to find a person. considering the situation, she hopes it's a friend]

[ooc: Menzies has inhaled the pollen! she has taken on a couple specific alien attributes, meaning that she can't see at the moment. instead, she sees the essences of people (and other living beings). if you'd like her to be able to see your character's, please indicate in your tag what color their essence is, as well as an idea of their current feelings/intentions. if there's anything you don't want to share, we'll just assume she's seeing on the wrong wavelength to sense that character or information. and let me know if you have any questions!]

[this, ladies and gentlemen of the plane, is york. standing about as lax as he's ever been in his life - which is saying something, given the fact that he's almost always seen slouching in his armor. (catch him taking a catnap inside the safety of his helmet during a mission briefing? yeah, that's happened a few times. sometimes, he wonders how he's still the board's number two. he likes to think it's because he's just that important to the project and it's cause.)

back to the matter at hand.

york is thinking - to himself, of course - that this is probably one of the strangest things he's ever seen in his life. a stretch of sand that looks like it belongs in the middle of a desert with how barren it is, no water, no trees? yeah, this is pretty .. weird, and he's wondering just what's going on when he turns to see if he's the only one out here.

which means, basically, he's wondering if he's going to end up talking to himself when he starts working out the dynamic of how he's found himself here in the first place.

out loud.

because that's how he rolls.] If this was a training sim .. you'd think there'd be a lock or something for me to crack. Some security protocols to override or .. something - [he cuts himself off, tilting his head to the side and staring at the stretch of sand in front of him, wondering idly if it ever ends.

it's kind of eerie to think that it doesn't.] So what the hell am I supposed to do? Sit around and wait for something to happen? Psh .. man, why did I ever stop carrying puzzles around in my pocket?

[because he's convinced that's the only thing that will be able to keep him occupied.]