[action a;]
[There are no explosions today. Just an upset Rail walking slowly across the Plane with a dark look on his face, grabbing anyone he comes within arms' reach of and glowering at them through his bangs, the stitches on his face stretching as he grits his teeth and snarls out words, his voice an unsuccessful attempt to sound nonchalant and friendly because of the incredible rage behind it. He looks like he might even start swinging the broken Victorian-style street lamp he's carrying around.]

I don't really get it... but tell me. Do you not get any warnings around here before you get laid out on a lab table? That's real uncourteous of them, isn't it?

[action b;]
[Rage and confusion at waking up on a lab table not calmed but smoldering more quietly inside him, Rail is now sitting in the kitchen with the lamp on his lamp, picking at the broken glass absentmindedly as he stares into space. But after a few seconds, he gets to his feet, just as distracted, and begins walking as if he intends to leave. He's still fiddling with the glass when his finger slips and he stabs himself with a sharp edge.]

-- Ow!

[The surprise and the pain -- and the surprise at the pain -- causes him to gasp and lose his grip on the lamp, letting it fall to the floor with a deafening shattering sound. But Rail just ignores the even-more-broken lamp and stares at the blood on his finger with something like fright in his eyes.]

... It hurt?

[When Rail hops onto the Plane this time, it's with a box of sparklers and a pail in hand, matches ever-present in the pocket of his jacket. It isn't July 4th in his reality nor does he know or actually care what the date is on the Plane, if a date actually exists at all. It only matters that he had sparklers and he felt like coming here to use them. Besides, if he came to this starry whatever-this-place-is, he got to see Christopher who was still missing in action everywhere else. He fills the pail with water at the Kitchen before he sets out, humming a little to himself.

If he sees any of the people he met last time on the way, or if he sees them passing by after he's already started playing with the small fireworks, he stretches his scarred face into a grin and calls their name, raising his free hand to wave them over.]

Hey! Hey, do you want to use sparklers with me? [Look these aren't going to explode like the last ones he used so you can calm your fluttering heart and enjoy explosions too, since he doesn't think you need to have anything better to do than explosions. Come oooooon.

If you're a stranger to him, he may not wave but he's not against getting approached! Until the sparklers run out, he's going to be crouched here in his corner of nowhere enjoying himself.]

[later on]
[For those who he didn't run into during his fireworks adventure, Rail has other questions and things to talk about. Regardless of whether you know him or not, wherever you are or whatever you're, he's wandering the Plane seemingly in search of something, and as long as he doesn't find you particularly threatening (or if you're not someone who looks like a scientist), a blond-blue-eyed boy may approach you with an inquiring look on his face.]

... Do you know anything about skateboarding?

[It's been on his mind ever since Roxas brought it up.]

[The child steps onto the starry plane, blond hair swishing as he looks around and blue eyes blinking as his mind adjusts to the strange, unfamiliar sight. The scars on his face stretch his lips into a faint smile, but he doesn't exactly appear to be pleased. He says nothing until he spots the Kiosk and wanders over, speaking only to the machine to receive the brochure. He stands still and reads the paper for about ten minutes before it's folded up and shoved into his pocket.]

Whatever. [That's a mumbled comment.] But I won't say no to free food, as long as it's not poisonous. Haha! [That part is louder, and accompanied by a grin.]

[The boy walks. His first destination is the Kitchen, where he digs through the fridge for something he thinks he might like and plops himself down in a corner to eat. It's good enough. He grumbles about how "Chris" still makes better food than this and frowns himself for a few seconds, but after stuffing a sandwich into the backpack he carried, he returns the dishes to the sink and sets off again. His grin is bigger.]

So this place is just a big stretch of nothing, right? [He looks excited, once having arrived at a spot on the Plane that isn't too close to any of the locations. He sets his backpack down and rummages into it with a mischievous grin on his face.] Then that means I can do whatever I want without Sickle or Chi stopping me, haha!

[Minutes later, the sound of explosions rings across the vast nothingness. It's a fairly large, strong explosion, accompanied by the ringing laughter of a child who is having way too much fun letting bombs go off in a place he just arrived in.]