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[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[O hay plane, remember Dorothy Gale? The little girl from Kansas who... well, is kind of tall now, actually, and not really so little anymore, but shut up. She's been gone for a month. A MONTH. Why the absence, you may be wondering.

Well, here she is, carrying a little tooled-leather trunk and what appears to be a chocolate shake. Why don't you go ASK her?]

[ps: i'm back :3 HELLO I LOVE YOU GUYS OKAY]

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[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[And here is Dorothy's number one fan, certainly curious as to Dorothy's absence and quite happy to see her back.]

[She shows this by lurking.]

[With an ice cream cone.]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Dorothy is observant.]

Hey, sport! C'mere a second.

[And she waves at Henrietta. Or, she waves her milkshake at her, since she doesn't exactly have a free hand.]</i.

[fireintothesky.livejournal.com]

[Meep. Over comes the timid assassin child.]

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Don't look so scared, kiddo, I've got something for you! Since I missed the holidays, and all.

[She places her trunk on the ground and kneels in front of it, putting her milkshake aside to open the trunk and rummage around inside. She produces a little stuffed-animal horse, made of patchwork calico in shades of brown and cream, with shiny brass-button eyes and a mane and tail made of yarn, stuffed with sawdust. It looks handmade! Dorothy hands it to Henrietta.]

Happy New Year!

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

No pie? Get off the Plane.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[Abuh?? Oh, it's the Master. She finishes swallowing her sip of milkshake and sticks her tongue out at him. Nyah!]

Oh, hush. Who died and made you King Of The Plane?

[She just playin'. It is not her fault for being a little irritable after her month away, after all.]

[savagestime.livejournal.com]

The man I executed so I could take the job, of course. Has anyone told you that sticking our your tongue isn't a very good way to express yourself?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

I find it often describes my feelings more or less perfectly, actually! But I've been told I can be immature.

[While she is not exactly hiding her mysterious trunk from the Master, she is also doing a very good job of not drawing attention to it. HMM.]

Nice to see you again, by the way.

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

[notices Dorothy and approaches]

What do you have there?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[OH GOOD, she was wanting to see Handy! She's back to normal now, all blue jeans and short fingernails. Holding up the trunk, she grins.]

New Years gifts! Since I wasn't around on the day to give 'em out. Better late than never, right?

[Placing the trunk on the ground, she opens it and rummages around for a while. It appears to be quite a bit bigger on the inside. Huh.]

Now what the heck did I do with yours...

[handysparehand.livejournal.com]

New Years gift? For me? Really?

[watches her rooting around, and he might be excited. He might also be fighting off a sheepish feeling over having nothing to offer her in exchange]

You didn't have to do that!

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Don't be silly, of course I did. Now where is-- ah!

[Straightening, she offers him a little black velvet drawstring bag of the type gems and the like are kept in. There's a tag on it that says "TO HENRY. HAPPY NEW YEAR"]

Happy New Year!

[She BEAMS. Inside it is a rather large, hefty coin, of a bright, shiny silver. On one side is the profile of Ozma herself, and on the other is the Seal of Oz, an oval with the letters O and Z interlocked with some lovely nouveau flair. There's a little handwritten card included that reads "ENCHANTED COIN: Will Answer any Yes-Or-No Question Posed to it, with Heads Acting as Yes and Tails Acting as No".]

Do you like it? [This is Dorothy's hopeful face.]

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[Martha is also hanging out on the Plane! And barely knows Dorothy, but she gave her a brownie once, which is enough to earn Martha's undying love, or, at the very least, a greeting] Hello. Enjoying your shake?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[And Dorothy stops short, because o hay look it's that lady that likes her brownies! Awesome.]

It's chocolate. I'm in heaven.

[She grins at Martha for a second, and then her eyes go wide]

Oh! Hold on a minute...

[Dropping her trunk, she kneels down in front of it and puts her shake aside, then opens the trunk and starts to rummage through it. Eventually she comes up with a silver chain necklace, on the end of which is a large cabochon-cut emerald in a silver setting. There's a tag on the chain-- "HAPPY NEW YEAR". This is, apparently, for Martha!]

Happy New Year! Hope you like it.

[marthajonesmd.livejournal.com]

[grin] One time, the Doctor took me on a quest to find the perfect chocolate milkshake - oh, it was brilliant, let me tell you.

[her eyes practically bug out as she takes the necklace] This is for me?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Sure! Emeralds are a traditional New Year present in Oz. Practically grow on trees there. Well, some of them do.

[She looks a little sheepish] Is it okay? I mean, I know jewelry's something that's tough to fit to people's personalities, and all. It's okay if you don't like it.

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[Hi Dorothy! AND WELCOME BACK!]

Look like you're going somewhere, luv.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[WHY THANK YOU, BB. <3]

Just came back from somewhere, actually. Not that I s'pose it really matters any. Nice to see you again!

[knowswheregodis.livejournal.com]

[He laughs, smiling.] Yeah, nice to see you again. Gone a holiday? [points at the case.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

[The Doctor notes the milkshake first.] Milkshake! Oh, chocolate, isn't it?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

Naturally. Want some? [She offers it to him.]

[salvagestime.livejournal.com]

Don't mind if I do. [He accepts it, taking a nice long drink before pausing.] Mm, nothing really beats a good chocolate milkshake, does it?

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

[hey, a familiar face!]

I was starting to think you'd moved on to greener pastures.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[She looks up from her milkshake-- oh hey, it's him! She likes him. Especially his ears. They make her feel better about her own. She beams.]

Aw, after a month in the greenest pasture of them all, I was practically itchin' to get back here. Besides, I missed everybody. How was your New Year's?

[soimpressive.livejournal.com]

Confusing. -- Well, not for me, but Mickey still gets timelagged now and again.