Hooray and other happy horse...

[amelia-z.livejournal.com]

Amelia's coming down from the house fast enough that if she trips, she'll probably blow her knee out. She doesn't much care about the property. Seeing that demon-thing-- the size-- and watching the Outsiders dance round after round with it...

The panic's no more than a constant dinging in her head. It sounds a bit like an oven timer. She pushes it back, slowing as she comes across a patch of destroyed crawlers. She almost looks like she's going to cry.

"Anybody hurt?" but it's a bit half-hearted.

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[green-shield.livejournal.com]

Sand's com churps.

"Greetings program!"

It may sound like she's being sarcastic, but really, she's calling from school or some other place she can't talk from. She worked out the code with most of the Outsiders before this point.

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

But it's funny! "Hello moto."

Please oh please let this info get them to the end of this already. "Bet I'm having more fun than you. Find out anything interesting in chem 2?"

[green-shield.livejournal.com]

"Sure. Compared it with Professor T's notes on the subject. Just a guess, he's been hiking somewhere on the outlands. The mud looks normal enough until you get into the Einsteinium." She lowers her voice significantly. "Well, sort of Einsteinium."

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

"I don't think there's any way for me to say this without looking like an idiot-- bwah?"

[green-shield.livejournal.com]

Another pause as she says goodbye to another student, then...

"The truth is alchemical stuff works just differently enough to be annoying. What comes up a magically charged particle matter registers as heavy isotopes that behave like a headache." Someone apparently has been reading up on their alchemy and doing some conversions. "Outlands of Hell, not far from the surface. Try and ask Bobo if there's a gate somewhere around where they once dropped warheads, because that's where you want to start."

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

"Sure ask the chimp, not like he spends half his bloody life walkin' around there." He rolls his eyes.

"Only a few places like that, once the hairy git an I check it with some maps we'll get you where you want t'be." Because he doesn't have maps of Hell but Papa Midnight does and right now since Midnight's a bunny rabbit he's got full access to the workshop.

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

"Are we gonna have to use the leylines to get there, or can Captain Charisma here just use his inter-dimensional Slice-O-Matic?" Trevor is afraid of very few things, and willing to admit to being afraid of even fewer things, but being stuck in the leylines still makes him wake up sweating over a year later. If there's an alternative, Hotshot will take it.

[laughing-mage.livejournal.com]

John holds the sword up and they can see the damage done to it from being stuck in something's guts to open a dimension.

"Might could do it. Wouldn't want to if I don't have to or we might slice o matic ourselves a bit."

[damage-girl.livejournal.com]

Corrine's eye twitches a bit. "Gee, thanks for the vote of confidence, Hotshot."

Back to Tara. "Check, and thanks. We're gonna crack some info out of somewhere and be on our way." And the pleasant little band. "Wish us luck, and not 'break a leg'."

[hotshot1280.livejournal.com]

Trevor holds his hands up defensively, and looks very seriously at Corrine.

"It's nothing against you. It's not your fault the leylines are creepy as Hell. The point remains, however, that they are.

"I'm just saying."