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[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

[A small, dark-haired woman in a long, dark blue velvet cloak appears on the Plane. She is pale, with blood red lipstick and dark makeup around her eyes--eyes that look strikingly unnatural even at first glance. They are a pale, vivid blue, with a kind of radial starburst pattern in the color.]

[She stops, quite suddenly, and looks around before taking another tentative step forward.]

What is this place? I don't remember—

That shop, what was it? Those children...are they the cause of this?

[Another step, and she reaches up to drop the hood of her cloak]

Are my eyes deceiving me? But why would I see the stars? Not darkness, but beauty...is this a dream? No bodies, no surgeons....

A wonderful dream, then.

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[coiledheart.livejournal.com]

[._.;]

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

[She looks surprised; the lenses of her eyes shift a little.]

I'm sorry, have I intruded on something?

[coiledheart.livejournal.com]

Ah, no... I guess you're new?

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

New? I...suppose I am, yes. What is this place?

[remare.livejournal.com]

It is pretty, isn't it? But it's not a dream, at least. That might be a good thing, since that means this place is real...

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

I'm...sorry, I didn't realize there were others here.

May I ask what this place is, then, if not a dream?

[remare.livejournal.com]

Oh, it's fine! It's hard to notice at first, I think. I mean, since this place is so surprising.

But this place is called the Astral Plane, Miss. It's where a bunch of realities actually come together, and you can meet people from all kinds of places.

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Nope. It's real.

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

[She turns to look at him, the lenses of her eyes shifting slightly.]

Forgive me, I appear to have spoken too soon. Have I intruded upon something?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Not at all. People come and go from here all the time.

[lamb_of_gold]

[Up wanders a 12 year old emocake]

Not a dream.

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

[Baw, emocake, have a...er. Goth chick? :D?]

Not a dream? We're on a field of stars...

[lamb_of_gold]

I know. But it's as real as home. If you want to go back, just think it.

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

You know, I thought it was a dream, too. Considering I never dream, that felt like something important.

It wasn't, though. Well, isn't.

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

Please forgive me, I didn't realize anyone else was here.

[a pause] How can this be real, though? A field of stars? Unless my eyes have failed somehow...

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

No, not your eyes---though those are extremely unusual eyes---it's a dimensional transitive field. An illusion, covering a temporal shift.

You're in another universe.

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[HELLO MAG, here's a girl who thinks you're probably the prettiest lady she's ever seen. She's going to stand around scuffing her silver shoe against the ground, surreptitiously peeking at you, trying to get up the courage to ask the question that's hovering around her brain-- which she eventually does, because Dorothy Gale is made of courage.]

...Are you a Good Witch, or a Bad Witch?

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

[Dorothy, why are you so adorable? :|]

[Mag looks...taken aback.]

I'm sorry, I—

...witch? Why would you think me a witch?

[galeforcehero.livejournal.com]

[It's a tragic curse. :|]

Where I'm from, the Sorceresses look like you. [By which she means "beautiful, graceful, ageless and slightly imposing". Not that she'd say as much, because that... requires words.]

But I can't tell if you're a Good one or a Bad one, so I figured I ought to ask, because I have to protect this place, and if you're a Bad Witch I ought to know about it. It's nothing personal, y'understand!

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

I assure you, it's all quite real. Even if it still catches me off guard at times.

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

Oh, I...

I'm not...seeing things, then? There really are stars everywhere?

[elegantthestars.livejournal.com]

There are. How real they are remains to be seen, but you aren't seeing this, that much I know.

[smiles charmingly, offering a hand] A pleasure to meet you. My name's Inara.

[contract_star]

[Creepy eyes! At least they're not glowing red, otherwise Hei would have to have words.] Ah...it's not a hallucination or dream or anything of that sort. It's real, I'm afraid.

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

Oh, pardon me, I...

Afraid? Is something wrong?

[contract_star]

Oh, no. It's just that people are usually pretty startled when they realize it's real.