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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?

[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...

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Nope. It's 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?

[lamb_of_gold]

[Up wanders a 12 year old emocake]

Not a dream.

[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?

[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.

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

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

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

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

It certainly is...

Realities? [her eyes shift like the lenses of a camera as she looks down, trying to digest this information] But...how...that is impossible.

[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.

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

[...please excuse her for a moment while things shift around in her brain a bit.]

Is this some kind of joke? I really should be getting back.

[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?

[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]

No, no joke. Wouldn't be much of a joke, would it? Maybe a practical joke, what with all of the star creations, the drugging it would take to bring you here...do you know why they call it "practical"? Doesn't seem like there's anything practical about it!

[wide grin]

You want to go back now? But you just made it here!

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

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

[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?

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

[Ten, you are a strange, funny little man. Thankfully this puts Mag at ease, just a bit (though she flinches a little at the mention of "drugging"). After he's done talking she smiles at him ever so slightly.]

I suppose I did. And this is...another universe, you said?

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

I—

[she pauses]

Just think about home? Will this place vanish if I do?

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

I suppose that is comforting. What is this place, may I ask?

[rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com]

An outside universe that connects all sorts of universes. You and I? We might be from completely different universes, timelines, anything.

[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!

[crucifixis.livejournal.com]

[She's silent for a moment, then smiles slightly.]

Where I come from, witches and sorceresses only exist in fairy stories. I am known as Blind Mag; I'm a singer.