~comes back with bandages~ Here ya are. ~looks at claws~ Umm, maybe you’d better put them on.
Hear what? ~listens~
Wait a sec.
~takes off CD player~
Oh, that.
What’s that?
Its ok, it’s just me. Regallag convinced the gods to grant him the gift of flight (well temporarily anyway) and I hitched a ride. He’ll be along soon, trying to control the wing spasms…The others seem to be haing problems booking flights. I suppose if I was feeling charitable, I could offer them use of my Royal Jet. Care to take a vote everyone?
ps. Mooncat can I borrow that cd player sometime 
:: Sunspace looks in the direction of the just-trebucheted Kythereia and the4thmooncat ::
Wow. They went completely over that ridge and even into the clouds! That’s one potent trebuchet, Hal…
:: ponders ::
How… repeatable is its trajectory?
:: very carefully doesn’t sit down on anything ::
:: Flap, flap, flap ::
Wow. this is uncanilly easy. Although it did come from Loki, so I’m not quite sure about— Whatwasthat?
:: Wings fade away ::
Oh, crap…
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA[SIZE=1]AAAAAAAAAAAAAA…
Oh dear! Are you ok?
Rushes over to* Axe** to see if he’s ok*
Are you hurt? Any broken bones? 
:smack: :smack: :smack:
Might be helpful if I remembered that I am, after all, a distortion in the spacetime continuum.
:: appears at the Wherever the Hell They Landed landing site, catches Regallag, and transports all four back to the Initiation Complex ::
There. That was surprisingly easy. 
Whaaaa—
Where’d the others come from?
All this travel is causing me jet lag…(wing lag?)
So…back to the initiation then aye?
:: Thud ::
Gah, my head! Stupid Loki, him, and his trickery.
:: Looks around ::
Huh. A forest. No horrid beasts from the netherworld to be seen. The trees do not apear evil, and are not uprooting and attacking me. So far things are reletively good.
:: The sound of many trumpets balring ::
What’s this? Trumpets? Perhaps they know that I fell, and are giving me the welcome of a conquering hero, which, by all rights, I do deserve. Let’s go and investigate…
Whoah, was that a wierd dream I just had! There were trumpets, and a forest, and, and… well, and then I woke up.
Anyway, what’s goin’ on now?
I’m hungry. Let’s go down to the village and see whether there’s a pub or restaurant or market.
I second this motion…
As long as I don’t have to eat carbs
I agree.
So where to then?
We have a choice of
Mc Donalds
that little Irish pub
or
that crazy bar/nightclub with the little tubey shots…
Alright! Crazy nightclub bar! Although the Irish pub probably has some good whisky… I know! I’ll get some whisky at the pub, then go to the crazy bar. Let’s do it!
I was afraid that someone was going to suggest Maccas…we would’ve been screwed :eek:
:: They reach the village at dusk. The McDonald’s sign, so prominent from above, lights one and of the little square in front of the train station. The pub squats darkly among the other shops on the square. The club, built somewhat awkwardly in the basement of a half-timber guildhall, provides music and glitter to the other end of the square.
They enter the square near the club. The sign over the steps that lead down to its entrance proclaims, “La Kutimejo Restoracio kaj Bar” and in smaller letters “Muziko kaj Dancado–pli ol 16 nur. MC, Access kaj Visa”. This raises another question. ::
Anyone have any money?
For that matter, do we even know what kind of money this place takes? Or language, even?
I’m a Princess I can get in anywhere and if all else fails, use my good looks and charm…or we could just use my Gold Class Visa
They’ll thake that anywhere!
So, do you speak Zamblotchian or whatever this language is? I don’t want to order what I think is a beer and get something with tentacles…
Sunspace, just remember the saying they have at Starfleet Academy - “Smile when you eat the gagh.”