[Buffy doesn't so much ~appear~ on the Plane as she does 'come hurtling into it backwards, roll over, promptly vanish into thin air and then reappear a second later brushing dust off herself, and coughing'. ...With a wooden stake in one hand.]

God. [cough cough] That actually never stops being gross.

[oh look it's Buffy, who hasn't appeared on the Plane for a while because her mun is fail because she's been terribly busy fighting the forces of evil (as one does). As it is, she looks tired and possibly a tad petulant too. For some reason she's carrying a deckchair-- probably in order to sit on it, which she proceeds to do]

Why hasn't Scotland heard of churros?

[Buffy appears on the Plane and then... proceeds to congratulate herself on it]

Wow, it worked! I didn't know if it was going to work again, because hey these things have a habit of going all kaflooey and--

[eh, what's this?! She examines a lock of her hair, frowning]

What huh? Okay-- nobody mentioned before that this place messes with hair! That's a very important sidenote!

[aaaand then looking down at her clothes, mortified]

And HEY! Why am I dressed like... like an executive skank???

[Buffy arrives on the Plane with a general air of awe, but awe mixed with the extremely wary. Think open-mouthed with a hint of tension as if ready to stake anything that may or may not jump out at her.]

Holy hummus... [She breathes, taking the enormity of it all in.] Toto, I don't think we're in Scotland anymore.

[She's slowly revolving on the spot, which shouldn't really be dizzying and yet certainly seems to be having that effect.] This is insane. This is like that trip to the Planetarium in sixth grade where if I'd been paying any attention I bet I'd know the names of ALL this stuff-- Oh wait, that's the guy with the belt! I know him! Or... no, actually it's just an arrowy thing.

[She sighs, hands on hips, apparently only just realising the worrying reality of the current situation.] Fantastic. I've gone and gotten myself magically kidnapped AGAIN. For like, the third time in two days. The universe could really stand to expand its repertoire.

[She raises her voice, addressing the general ether.]

OKAY THEN. COME OUT, EVIL HELLGOD or HARBINGER OF DOOM or LOCH NESS WHATEVER. LET'S DO THIS. BUT CAN WE MAKE IT SNAPPY? I WAS PLANNING A NAP.