[Normally she could concentrate on her work well enough in her own Reality. But on more than one occasion her moments of unexplained panics and guilt attracted attention from Dr. Agasa - the last thing she wanted was to trouble the old man. And so now her research has been temporarily moved to the library on the Plane. The table she seemed to have claimed for herself was littered with books and folders of calculations and notes she had brought with her.

Amongst the research work is a stout bottle of what looks to be Baigar that was sitting on a small piece of paper. After every other page of the book she was reading she would look to the bottle, the note and then back to her reading material. All the while she seemed to muttering to herself when she wasn't trying to bury herself in her work.]

Whose books? I've looked through everything Agasa has...


[ooc: Better late than never on the plot update. And I'm working to catch up on tags on her last entry too, I am so sorry for the delay.]

[ When Sefton appears on the Plane, he looks shaken. He's behind the theater, which is convenient, since he automatically slouches his left side against it—and immediately pulls back with a quiet "ow" and settles for placing his back on the wall instead.

He slides down and curls his legs close up to his chest. ]

That can't be right... I mean, those people were— [ He pauses, realizing he's not sure who 'those people' actually are, but seems perturbed nonetheless. Then he wraps his right arm around his legs while kind of letting his left one lay out next to him (anyone paying close enough attention might notice some bandages wrapped around his arm, peeking out from under his sleeve, or applied just under the collar of his shirt). ] ... Sorry. Didn't mean to.

[ Sefton's angst obviously means he should be bugged—distractions would do him good right now. As it was and as it always will be, standard Sefton disclaimer applies. ]

[Someone looks particularly annoyed today... then again, what else is new? She simply stands, her arms crossed, looking around for a moment before speaking.]

I do not think that I will be around here often for the time being. I'd rather this time of year progressed faster than be drawn out due to the time dilation issue. The sooner everyone eats their cake and gets it all over with, the better.

[Hey Plane, it's been a while (as in getting close to three months ;;) since Bai actually showed up by herself- but now she has returned!

...And is just sitting on the beach and staring out into space with a rather blank face, yeah- she appears to be lacking all of her usual random passion and is instead choosing to lineface in a rather uncaring sort of way; not even the fact that she appears to have been dunked in the sea seems to excite her.

Feel free to throw rocks at the linefacing demon thing!]

[Firesong is seated at a fancy look dressing table, his long hair handing lose as he carefully brushes, then stats to plait in tiny braids that are accented with red and gold beads that match his current outfit, with the occasional sparkling feather added to the end of said braids. The firebird that the feathers had to have come from is perched on the mirror, watching her bondmate with fascination since his grooming is being accompanied by a great deal of grumbling.]

I am tempted to find out who suggested these meetings be so early, if only so that I can let him have a piece of my mind! No decent person is up this early, I know fully half the court is still in bed at this hour! I fail to see how these meetings are going to accomplish anything if half of those attending are asleep on our feet. But, I suppose the military members are probably happy with the time. They seemed to have an unhealthy obsession with being up at the crack of dawn.

[He finishes another braid, then slowly starts separating out a few more strands of hair]....I truly do miss the hertasi. Doing this by myself is tedious and boring.

{There's an impressive display when everyone's favorite conqueror comes to the Plane. Though he may not have a magus's skill in detecting Masters or Servants, Rider is fairly confident that neither are on the Plane. So, letting his Noble Phantasm dissipate there and rest while battling Caster's familiars is a good idea, considering the fact that Rider was, surprisingly, not having the best luck fighting them.

Rider appears with his noble chariot, complete with the two bulls pulling it. Their hooves only stamped briefly against the floor of the plane, sending out spurts of violet lightning filled with an enormous amount of magical energy. Rider quickly dismisses both the chariot and the bulls, looking annoyed and heading for the bar while grumbling. Rather loudly.}

What terrible luck! I never had such bad luck in my mortal life, and it is unheard of as a Servant. Caster's familiars should be quick work, not a problem! Bah, Waver will think that I've become rusty! They should only be a minor inconvenience, a minor issue, at the most!

Feh. A drink, perhaps, shall restore some of the luck that I've lost! At the very least, it shall restore my spirits.

{Alexander the Great loves his drinking, after all}

[[Fuuka reappears in the Plane within a strange woman-shaped statue. She's standing within the glass bubble, her hands folded as if in prayer, in what seems like deep concentration, though her expression seems troubled and anxious.

She feels ill at ease, somewhat unwell, and additionally is a bit distracted by the vague vocalizations in her head, but she easily attributes the former two to her agitation and her desperate attempts to find who she's searching for. The latter...was that from her Persona?

Her voice is somewhat echoing and distant from within the sphere.]]

The Plane seems to be a surprisingly big place, as big as Tartarus, maybe even more...it'll take me a while to sort through most of it.

But...I have to find Minato-kun. It's my fault responsibility...


[[ooc: This takes place after she leaves the Plane, returning for the first time into what she thinks is her own world. And finds out a couple of things in that meanwhile. And also after this plot update. Yeah I'm mixing and matching plots here just for the heck of it. XP Let's hope it doesn't come back to bite me in the behind.

Oh, and this is also the first time I'll be making use of those of you who've posted in her permissions meme :3 Don't sweat it though, in order to really get a lot of info on you she has to consciously be focused on you for a minute or two, so the most she can tell at a glance is your physical condition, if there's something supernaturally unusual about you (but not what it is at first), etc. I'll also try to ask if she's going to really be examining you closely and chances are she'll telecast that beforehand anyway. XP

ALSO, those of you who know me, slow tagging as usual. XD;; Especially on this one perhaps because I may have to gauge how she'd interact with you in this special case. /end rambling ooc note]]

[stares at the sights around him, mouth wide open. for a moment, just turns in a slow circle, taking it all in]

Wow! I mean...wow! [his shock begins to shift to excitement, his features lighting up eagerly] Where is... [calls] Doctor! Doctor, I know you're out there somewhere. I don't know how you did it, but...look at this place! [waves his hands, as if somehow indicating the details of his surroundings. he does at least have the presence of mind to wave at the bar specifically] And what is that doing in space? Or wherever this is! It's space, but...[stomps on the ground a bit]...definitely not.

[frowns thoughtfully as he continues to look around] I thought... [trails off, then starts again, to himself] I mean, I saw this before, but I thought... [scratches his head] But it was the same... Was that not a dream?

[looks up again, his excitement giving way to confusion and a small note of concern] Doctor, come on. Where is this, and why are we here? What am I doing here...

[pauses, then smiles wryly] If this is some big accident, you are going to have to tell me eventually, you know!

[the Doctor appears on the Plane with a stern scowl, his voice low and harsh as he finishes what seems to be a callous tirade on law and enforcement; he looks every inch the ancient, ruthless crusader he is]

[then he blinks, and shakes his head] Well, that was a near miss. [all of the righteous anger has faded; he now looks pensively concerned] Hauling a child to prison for a bit of littering, in front of a large crowd no less – hardly a rational impulse.

[...Did the temperature just drop a few degrees?

The answer to that is probably (unless you have about fifty coats on) something along the lines of: yes, yes it did. Why is that? Because a Cally just arrived on the Plane; except this Cally is not her usual bubbly self: instead she's sitting cross legged on the ground; with her eyes closed and her eyelashes wreathed in something that looks strangely like frost... In fact that strange frost thing appears to be spreading in a small circle shape around her.

She just remains in that oddly cold state for a moment- and then, suddenly, her eyes snap open- but her head doesn't turn. Instead she just keeps staring straight ahead with a oddly blank expression. Not really seeming to breath- in fact the only indication that she's actually alive are a few rather tiny twitches.

Yep, she'll just be sitting in her creepy corner of the Plane now; being creepy~]

[OOC: Canon update! Check her app for the new history ^^]

It's...all my fault.

[She's in somewhere near the middle of the plane sitting with her legs drawn up against her chest and looking as if she's was going to cry.]

Everything that's happening with Tool Toul To. If I only hadn't- Kanon-kun was right. There's no way a tuner can tune at a 2/4 ratio. Poor Makigai-sensei... Hako-chan.

[Sniffling and fighting back tears.]

If only I was better suited for this.

[Marta appears on the plane alone. Her hands are cupped in front of her, and whatever she's holding within them has her undivided attention. She's staring intently downward, eyes soft and lips turned downward in a small frown. She looks worried, curious and somehow fascinated all at the same time - and those are just the feelings she's bothering to show. Her mind is currently reeling, and she's having a hard time keeping up with her thoughts, emotions... anything, really.

After a few moments of staring, her eyes go slightly wide.]

Oh--!

[And up flies a butterfly. She watches it go, dumbfounded for only a second before she pulls out her tarot card and her note once more.]

"All things have a beginning..." [She bites her lip, thinking]



((OoC: Icons in threads may not be that fitting - I just lost paid time and haven't convinced myself to pay for more had time to sort through the ones I actually want to keep yet. >: Sorry! fjsdklja thank you Saffy!! ♥♥♥♥)))

[An attractive 18-year-old boy appears on the Plane]

[He happens to be holding a large teddy in his arms]

I say, Boy, if this is a trick, it is a very elaborate one, though you could have at least dragged Charles into it too. Of course, I shan't be terribly angry at you about it, but I don't know if Aloysius will be so forgiving, [now addressing the bear] will you, you sulky old bear? You are too harsh on people. I don't know where you picked it up. Certainly not from me.

[Sebastian looks around now, wide-eyed, pulling the bear to his chest. He squints, as if that could possibly make sense of this]

This is a bit too much for Boy, though. And the floor! It's a bit much even for Antoine. He wouldn't have left me alone, would he have...

[now uncertain, almost scared]

[and then, he smiles, easy and whimsical]

Or I've been killed while I wasn't paying attention. Oh, damn, but I had hoped to say goodbye at least to Charles and perhaps Cordelia. [looks at Aloysius again] I thought you weren't allowed to bring anything material with you? Or are you representative of my good deeds? I hardly expected that you would be. I hardly expected any of this. This is nothing like what I expected at all.

I wonder how it is that I died? Perhaps I was sleeping just now and I didn't notice. I think Julia would say that's a bore.

[tossing Aloysius up into the air and then catching him] So am I just meant to wait for an angel to turn up? I wish I had studied it all a bit more. Perhaps they'll say that at my funeral, that it's a shame I went to Eton and not Stonyhurst, as of course I would have had a much better education at Stonyhurst and would not make a mistake at heaven's door, and we can't be certain I shan't spend all of eternity out of God's Grace, all because she let papa take control of my education. Poor mummy. I wonder if I shall meet my namesake? I should like to ask him if he is at all bothered by all those artists painting him riddled with arrows and spreading misconceptions about his death. I suppose I'll find out.

[Sebastian sits, bear in his lap, and decides to wait]

[Leaning on his desk, his white uniform a bit dusty, Commander Hiwatari has a pile of very, very old books. They are the type of book you don't normally get access to, the ones locked up for their historical value in vaults and chambers, never granted to the public.]

Anyone who has received a Tarot Card or a note from 'J,' please report to me.

I'd also value reports from people who know others who have received cards.

[And here's a Doctor. He arrives on the Plane in his clean blue suit, looking more than a little satisfied with the world. Things have gone fairly well in his great plan (tentatively named: "Not Dying", though possibly to be renamed at some later date.]

[Rather than arriving on the Plane with his usual lab supplies or experiments, he's arrived with a checklist and a box full of dusty holiday brochures for a variety of planets and time periods.]

Predictions of my death have been grossly exaggerated, so it seems.

[for now, anyway]





[The Doctor has been canon-updated through Waters of Mars. Feedback is most appreciated.]