[ Time has been passing steadily and quickly in Angela's world. And so, it's about that time.

She's barely recognizable anymore, dressed in a gown with long sleeves and full skirt, the same dress her mother wore when she was Angela's age. Her small crown has been replaced with a larger, taller one, and her hair falls about her shoulders and down ( Read more... )

[ She's on her knees in a snow drift. She has snow everywhere, clinging to her gloves, her hair, her cloak, as though she's been digging through it frantically. In one hand she's holding a golden hoop. She slides it on her wrist, but rather than looking triumphant, she seems to break down, curling into a ball to sob. ]I found it... I found it so ( Read more... )

[ She's here with Mochi, not really doing much of anything. Just... here. Laying on a couch, petting the rabite dozing on her stomach, looking up at the stars. ]

[ If the Plane was able to wear down, the spot where Angela is pacing would be a rut by now. She's wringing her hands and looking at nothing in particular, walking back and forth and mumbling to herself. ]

It's not that big of a deal... It'll be different, but... I mean, I can do this. I've been waiting for this, right? I can do this, I can...

[ Currently, she's sitting at the bar once more, wearing a black and white dress and looking solemn. She's wearing long black gloves, which she stops to adjust now and then, but otherwise she's entertaining herself with a matchbook and a tall glass, lighting matches and watching them burn, then tossing them into the glass so they wink and go out. ] ( Read more... )

[ Angela appears on the Plane suddenly, stumbling backwards. Her gun is in one hand, pointed toward something that was before her mere seconds before. Her other hand is pressed up against her chest, right above her left breast. The arm aiming the gun is shaking, and the gray suit fabric beneath her other hand is slowly turning a dark red, as are ( Read more... )

[ The first thing to note is that Angela is at the Astral Pub, sitting on a barstool ( Read more... )

[ Angela is surrounded by boxes. Boxes and boxes, a few with colorful tissues and fabrics popping out of their tops, others sealed with wax and stamped. She has several sheets of decorative paper, ribbons, bows, flowers, and all sorts of knick-knacks scattered about. Angela has several candles burning about her, and now and then she picks one up ( Read more... )

[ The peace of the Plane was shattered the moment the monster from the bowels of New York came roaring in. While Angela did her best to not panic, she-- ]
She's being chased by a GIANT TURTLE, you stupid voice! And why are you back?!
[ As the narrator has stated, there is now a gigantic, spiky, raging turtle on the Plane, in hot pursuit of Angela, ( Read more... )

[ So naturally when she arrived on the Plane, she was in no mood to be messed with... ]

Stop! Stop! Just... stop, okay? [ Angela will be folding her arms and looking very upset. ] Okay. There is an omnious voice in my head telling me I'm having a normal day. I have a feeling it has something to do with this place.

[ Well, you are having a ( Read more... )