Characters: A very pristine Time Lady tastefulfashion and a very grumpy Time Lord rude_not_ginger
Location: Gallifrey (for Romana), a floating hunk of rock (for the Doctor)
Time: After their last discussion on the Plane.
Warnings: STUFF!

( She would be on Gallifrey, wouldn't she? )

Characters: Dorian & Sebastian
Location: Off the Plane, in gardens
Time: After they met, haha
Summary: Dorian is taking a walk through the gardens of Hyde Park, and Sebastian is doing the same in Oxford's gardens. Confusion ensues.
Warnings: They're both gay and British? idk nothing

( Live like Perdita in her garden of mint and marigold )

[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.]

WHO Sefton Lowell (polarisation) and Rider, aka Alexander the Grrreat!! (oikoumene).
WHERE the Plane's theater!
WHEN idk. Sometime after Sefton's post?
WHAT Chii wanted to log and so we are logging! In-character, Rider is presumably going to try and cheer Sefton up. (Good luck, Rider.)
WARNINGS time paradoxes imminent? Considering that not all of Sefton's threads are finished yet. Also, excessive amounts of teenager-angst.

( There must be other serious reasons why the devil's in your voice when you start to laugh. )

Christy here, asking for some help! Well, sort of. You see, I've been having a craving for writing some prose lately, yet organizing logs is...hard sometimes. So here are my characters:

• Diva
   Heartbroken vampire out for revenge young boys
• Rider
   Alexander the Great: now with 100% more derp
• Booster Gold
   His bromance is dead, but he's still a giant goober
• Power Girl
   Breasts and a poor man's Earth-2's Supergirl
• Dr. Gregory House
   Grumpy, pill-popping doctor
• Maximilien Robespierre
   Traitor to France or Bible Magician?
• Dorian Gray
   Gay, Victorian, and British

I'd like to do logs with some/all of them! The characters don't have to have a merger, they can meet on or off the Plane, whatever. It can be anything at all--I just want to write some prose and get them out some more in some different situations!

(This is also because I am fail at...actually getting into contact with people, so.)

You know what we haven't had in such a long time? An IC meme for letting our characters troll each other. Accordingly:

RETURN OF THE IC ANON QUESTION MEME!!!

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4) Both characters and players can ask questions. Break the fourth wall! Have fun!
5) The same rules of courtesy apply here as in the game.
6) What happens in IC Anon Meme stays in IC Anon Meme! Like Vegas, but with fewer Elvises and Weddings. OR IS IT?

This is regarding canon updates. Previously, we said you had to email the moderators with what you wanted to add to your history. After that, we would approve the update, and you could go on your merry way.

It occurred to us in a moment of epiphany that this is a very silly rule. We are sure we had a reason for it at the time, but presently, none of us can recall what that reason was. If you cannot think of a reason for a rule, the rule probably is not very useful, so we are striking the rule off.

Summarily: you don't ever have to email the mods with canon updates ever again. If you really want to, you can. We will say, 'Oh that is cool, I am sure it will make lots of fun stuff happen!' Because we love you! There is, however, no requirement to do so.

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[ 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!]

How's my driving?

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Commence!

If you're curious about why it's today, Dero really likes Wednesdays.

Also: many of you have probably already noticed that LJ's notification system is being unstable. For those of you who haven't, it is definitely being unstable. If you think a tag is taking a long time, it's possible that you or our partner hasn't gotten the notification for it yet. Just to warn you all!

[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!

Hi everyone!

My name is Megumi, and I'm a newbie here bringing in the fantastically-minor-and-unknown character of Oliver Day! He's from the Doctor Who books, specifically from the Big Finish Short Trips line (which is awesome, by the way). For those of you who know Who, he traveled with the Fourth Doctor for a while...and then made a stupid choice to strand himself far from home in the future. Oh, Oliver. He's a Brummie, so those would be familiar with the accent can feel free to notice. More info can be found in his app here, and permissions are here.

If you ever need to reach me, I check my e-mail like a crazy obsessive person, so hit me up there any time. I will be intro-ing shortly, and I can't wait to play with you all!

[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.