[In pops Marta, mid-walk. It's a slow walk, and her gaze is on the ground. She's sad again, and it shows in the way she's holding herself, how she's fussing with the ends of her hair with both hands, in her heavy sigh ( Read more... )

[Here, Plane, have a crying Marta. So much has happened to her lately that she just can't hold it all in anymore. Heck, you'd be upset too, if you thought the love of your life was gone forever, suddenly becoming someone else entirely... And to top it all off, they had been fighting. She never got to say goodbye, she was too stubborn, too angry, ( Read more... )

[Marta appears on the plane, though something is incredibly different about her. Maybe it's because, I don't know, she's wearing something like this? Or perhaps it could be that sword that she's putting away ( Read more... )

[Here's Marta, lying on the "floor," unconscious. But slowly, she's coming around... She pushes herself up to sit on her knees, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand.]

Mmmm... what was that? Am I back on the Plane?

... Emil! [She abruptly stands, looking all around.] Emil, where did you go? Emil!

((OoC: Marta had to make a Choice...! ( Read more... )

[Emil and Marta appear on the Plane again, this time sans bags upon bags of souvenirs. Emil looks particularly tense and brooding, but he isn't saying anything, just crossing his arms and standing off to the side.]

[Marta is quiet as well, out of worry. She may sometimes get frustrated, maybe even a little angry at his hiding things from her, but ( Read more... )

[Emil appears on the Plane looking flushed but somehow happier than he's been previously. It might have something to do with the beginnings of a sunburn present on his cheeks and his upper arms. He's tired all the same, and practically collapses into a chair near the bar. All the bags he's been carrying go with him. They're full of clothes and ( Read more... )

[Marta has arrived on the plane, wide-eyed and tense. In her hands, she holds a letter. A very formal letter. A letter that she would rather she never received in the first place ( Read more... )

[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 ( Read more... )

[Marta is bustling about in the kitchen. There's a cookbook open on the counter behind her, which she's checking every now and then. Mostly, though, she's busy making sure the huge pot of boiling... something... on the stove isn't about to bubble over. Which it almost does. Several times. She somehow recovers it before it can manage, though not ( Read more... )

[Marta is mid-pacing when she appears on the plane, hands clasped behind her back and head tilted upward as she loses herself in her own thoughts.]

Come on, Marta, think. There's got to be a way to show him...

[Emil appears on the Plane a moment later. He's also pacing, and looking at a small notebook in his palm, but when he notices Marta's ( Read more... )