[Arthur is currently trying, and failing, to busy himself with his work. He's failed at being able to properly focus on anything for some time now, which is part of the reason he's come to the Plane; it wouldn't do, to fall behind so much in his reality.

To accomodate for the heavy snowfall, he's made himself at home under the giant tree he brought ( Read more... )

[Now, Arthur isn't exactly the happiest of people. He has his good days, his bad days, and of course a general feeling of denial regarding several aspects of his life. But today is of particular note, and sadly not for good reasons ( Read more... )

[Arthur doesn't look to well right now. In fact, he's actually bedridden. He's also supposed to be resting, but well, he's a bit of a workaholic.

So he's chosen a relatively secluded part of the Plane to bring his bed. He's done his best to get dressed properly, and has managed for the most part, except for looking far from his usual composed self. ( Read more... )

[so the Cortina appears suddenly on the Plane with one very irate Gene Hunt getting out of the driver's side and screaming across the hood at whoever is in the passenger side. this person is not a member of CID, surprisingly. unsurprisingly is that Gene is upset with someone not from CID]

The hell you think you're doing you bloody bastard?!

[The ( Read more... )

[There are several piles of snow on the Plane today. There's enough of it to cover a small section of the 'floor' in it, as well as scatterings here and there. Arthur is sitting in the middle of it, dressed appropriately for the cold, at least, with a heavy winter jacket and large snow boots. His cheeks are a bright red, though whether this is ( Read more... )

[Arthur sits at his desk, hunched slightly forward, his head resting somewhat on his hand. He's got a history book opened up in front of him, several more stacked around him. Its opened to one of the chapters regarding World War II.

His expression is hinted with confusion, sadness, and anger. But mostly, he just looks very tired. In his left hand is ( Read more... )

[Arthur is pacing on the Plane, dressed in a much nicer suit than usual. He seems to be muttering something to himself, and pauses a moment to look down at his tie, frowning he undoes it completely, then slowly begins to retie it.]   -terms space and time have not only a vague descriptive reference to a boundless void and an ever-rolling stream, ( Read more... )

[Arthur appears on the Plane, looking very different to how he usually dresses. His hair is parted to the side, and his glasses have been replaced with thick, coke-bottle lenses. He's wearing a stripped polo shirt, a  fleece vest, and khaki pants.

There's also an inhaler in his hand, and he seems at quite a loss as to what to do with it.] This is ( Read more... )

[A big tree can be seen on the Plane, it's roots seeming to dig into the 'floor' itself. Arthur is currently sitting under it, his bike a few feet away. He had a run in with the tree a few minutes ago when a sudden car horn startled him, and it's pretty clear who won.

He looks more than a little bruised, and is currently trying to wipe at a ( Read more... )

[Arthur has been riding his bike on the Plane. He has no particular destination in mind, but seems to be simply riding around. He comes to a stop in front of the Astral bar, looking at his watch.]

That's about  two hours worth of riding, and I still don't seem to reach an end. Considering I've been keeping up an average pace of about thirty two ( Read more... )