Log:A Sense of Order, Scene 1

A Sense of Order 2018/01/19 	 Amelia Dreamgirl Jet Solomon Gaia Kanzoutsukamu Lazare 1

Solomon enters from MagLev System.

The evening is cold in Colonial Bay. The lights on the street have just come on in the Student District, and college-aged kids are getting back home after their classes for the day. It's just a typical mid-winter night. No snow on the ground currently, but it's still cold enough for most normal folks to need a thick jacket.

Amelia was at the CBSU to discuss expanding the magical curriculum on offer at the institute. She's had a successful meeting with the University admin and faculty. Offering to pay for the additional courses and refurbishment of the relevant departmental building goes a long way toward lessening any resistance there might have been to the concept. The meeting having finished she's actually just wandering the campus aimlessly. Idly passing through her mind is the thought that if she hadn't become a Chosen One this is where she would probably have studied.

Annie doesn't need a thick jacket. While she may be folks, Annie ain't anywhere near normal. She's taking an evening stroll in her usual summer wear, probably just on her way from somewhere else to another somewhere else. She isn't a student, but does fit in the college partier demographic.

Dreamgirl is with the one of said colleged-age kids, their arms tight about each other and not just for warmth, her head on his shoulder. Her day kind of got away from her when she met Chris, but she doesn't mind that at all.

The brutish Solomon Wright is here in the Student Quarter at the behest of his employeer. He's taken a position near a hot dog stand, more for the convienence of having ready-made food nearby than for any specific mission parameters.

Solomon was of course instructed to start patrolling at night due to an uptick of purse snatching in the Student Quarter.

He'd grumble about how much he hated kids and their nonsense but this hot dog vendor's seemingless endless supply of questionable meat has him sated for now.

The hot dog vendor at first was not happy about the homeless looking man standing around, but when Solomon bought 15 dogs in advance he couldn't help but take a shine to the gruff New Yorker.

Months out of the city and in thought. Solitude is great and all, but it gets lonely. The outskirts have very few people in it, much less those willing to go up to Jet. Turbus is completely devoid of other life. So he returns, past the leylines, and through the skies. And descends to find company in - the Student District. Why would Jet choose here? Unusually for Jet, he goes all the way to the ground, and just walks around, and looks around.

The student quarter is north and west of the CBSU campus, and is entirely dependent on the university for its flavor, but its flavor is different. Much of it, especially in the back streets, is cheap housing, with students being the main tenants. On the three main roads, though - Courtland Way heading east, Harrisburg lane northwest, and Stardancer Boulevard south - are one or two grander buildings, most notably the stadium on Courtland and hospital on StarDancer. Along these roads, and scattered through the district, are other services such as students attract: fast food establishments, second-hand stores, laundromats, convenience stores, doughnut shops, and a small park.

The average age of people on the street is markedly lower than elsewhere in the city, whether walking, cycling, hoverboarding or just hanging out.

A crow caws up from a streetlamp, scanning the streets. It spies someone and glides off of its perch, landing behind Solomon. A second later, a wild Gaia pops up to her feet and leans around him, sniffing at his hot dogs like an eager pup.

The lights grow dimmer briefly. The buildings go from being moderately bright colors to all drab greys and browns. There are still students walking around, but they no longer look happy. Instead, they look sullen and resigned.

There is what appears to be a patrol of military guards walking down the street past the school. The school itself has a different sign. Isntead of CBSU, it reads 'CBRI'. There are also light blue banners at the school, with stylized 'CB' on them.

Amelia is a seasoned dimensional traveler and explorer. First rule in a new dimension. Blend in until you find out the ground rules. She looks around, trying to make it casual, to see if her usual attire will fit in enough to avoid immediate notice, and matches the expressions worn by the student aged people around her. Amelia also starts looking to see if any others have come over from her home dimension.

Jet figures that probably the school just changed during the months that he was away. So continues walking. But a bit more warily. You don't see plasma blasters every day.

Chris has changed as well. He pulls away from Dreamgirl when he sees the guards. "We need to be more careful. I dont' want to go through that again."

Solomon bats away the wild Gaia, at first thinking it just a drunk college student. "Hey get yer own dog, homi- Oh. Wildling." He nods his head upward in a 'whatup' type of greeting. "Don't tell me... you neva had a hawt-dawg?" He asks her.

As the military personnel marches downt he roadway, Sol's attention falls away from Gaia and on to them. He raises an eyebrow as a confused look spreads on his face.

Dreamgirl looks confused. "Through what?"

Gaia lets out an annoyed animal-like sound as she's batted away, rubbing her nose defensively as she steps back and gives him a cross look. The primitive girl could be mistaken for some barefoot hippy student or homeless hippy. "Hawt....dawg?" She asks as she pronounces it the same way he does, accent and all. She steps in again to sniff at it, making grabby hands for the curious food. "Smells...wrong." Her head pops up as Sol gets distracted, looking in the direction of the military guards while trying to snatch a hawt dawg.

Gaia(#2877POeACcF?k)

A young woman with tribal clothing, worn and unraveling. Her beige wrap skirt has old designs on it, and a green sash is tied around her waist like a belt. She has a green bodice to match her sash. Her brown hair is worn in thin dreads that taper at the tips, a few decorated with beads. Her skin is caramel colored, and her eyes a light hazel that shifts between green and blue. It's hard to determine her race, as her mixed heritage could hint at asian, hispanic, or african origins.

Solomon(#2842PenACcF?)

The honey-eyed Solomon possesses a powerfully built short & stocky body. His Dominican ancestry gives his skin a light brown tone andshoulder length black hair that he keeps shaved short along the sides. His hair is what you might call Brawler Pomp or a long disconnected lazyman'sfaux-hawk.

He is about 5'4 & 400lbs- though he looks like he weighs at leasthalf that and that'sreally only due to how muscular he is.

Thanks to his brawler lifestyle, he has what many would call a Boxer's Build- larges pecs, shoulders & arms. Without his shirt, its clear his core and back muscles are equally toned and muscular.

Without a shirt on- it's quite clear the man works out and is in incredible shape. His muscles are positively rippling. With his unbreakable bones & regenerative abilities those muscles have grown rapidly thickening up his frame considerably.Though he prefers to cover this up with a jacket and baggy clothes to make sure he is underestimated.

'Off Duty' he dresses in thrift shop clothes, mostly because his clothing is always being destroyed in his tussles with supers. This giveshim the appearance of someone whofound an old trunk of clothes belonging to a vietnam vet.

Solomon has a very rough, gravelly deep voice & is a fan of the guttural grunt or growl. Though he speaks in with a typical New Yorker style (NY City English/Metropolitan NY English).

The student quarter is north and west of the CBSU campus, and is entirely dependent on the university for its flavor, but its flavor is different. Much of it, especially in the back streets, is cheap housing, with students being the main tenants. On the three main roads, though - Courtland Way heading east, Harrisburg lane northwest, and Stardancer Boulevard south - are one or two grander buildings, most notably the stadium on Courtland and hospital on StarDancer. Along these roads, and scattered through the district, are other services such as students attract: fast food establishments, second-hand stores, laundromats, convenience stores, doughnut shops, and a small park.

The average age of people on the street is markedly lower than elsewhere in the city, whether walking, cycling, hoverboarding or just hanging out.

Jet(#2863PenACcF?k)

Upon further inspection, you figure his age is in the low 20's. Although theres no way to be certain, he doesn't seem like he grew up in this city. His short black hair waves slightly from the turbulent air. It seems like a miracle that the streams of air hasn't ruined his hair. His shoes air the same color as the rest of his uniform. Where the shoes end you can't tell, and you aren't even sure if they are a part of his uniform. Unless your character has enchanced senses, you can't see more of his body.

The student quarter is north and west of the CBSU campus, and is entirely dependent on the university for its flavor, but its flavor is different. Much of it, especially in the back streets, is cheap housing, with students being the main tenants. On the three main roads, though - Courtland Way heading east, Harrisburg lane northwest, and Stardancer Boulevard south - are one or two grander buildings, most notably the stadium on Courtland and hospital on StarDancer. Along these roads, and scattered through the district, are other services such as students attract: fast food establishments, second-hand stores, laundromats, convenience stores, doughnut shops, and a small park.

The average age of people on the street is markedly lower than elsewhere in the city, whether walking, cycling, hoverboarding or just hanging out.

Annie spots Solomon first, marching personnel second, and someone trying to steal hotdogs third. She heads Solo Man-wards and asks, "Wow. Who'd you tick off this time, big mas?" while eyeing the parade.

Amelia(#2757PenACcF?)

The first thing likely to catch the eye about Amelia for the people who know her history is that she looks like a perfectly healthy young girl aged in her late teens. Her metallic chrome blue dyed hair is asmymetically styled, the left side cut short while the right side hangs loose past her shoulder. She doesn't seem to wear any obvious make-up, however the right side of her face has a brightly colored animated tattoo of a feathered winged snake on it. Physically she is lean and athletically muscled, toned to a whipcord hardness.

Clothing wise the style seems to be futuristic techno-punk. Long black fingerless gloves. A sleeveless snug fitted vest of a metallic sheen that changes hue from red to green to blue as the direction of the light alters. Synthetic dragonhide pants stretch down to knee length black boots. Worn over all that is a long duster coat that could have come from the set of the classic cult TV series Firefly.

Dreamgirl tenses as she realises that this Chris isn't the guy she just fell for. What the hell happened?

The soldiers take note of Jet and turn to intercept him. One of the men says, "Excuse me, citizen. Can we see your meta-registration?"

Solomon's hot dog is snatched away while he's distracted by the strange performance. The gem-bound avatar of Earth's spirit is much more deft than one might expect.

Solomon doesn't put up much of a fight for it. "It smells wron g because ... no one knows whats int here.

The Hot Dog vendor says "Hey! I sell a perfectly good product!" He is understandibly indignant about the whole thing.

Annies arrival prompts Soloman to turn towards her and offer daps. "Yo! Wut up gurl! How you doin'?!"

Jet stops and asks "Meta-registration? Was there any new legislation passed in the past two months?"

The soldier shakes his head, "Registration has been in place for two years. Your registration?" One of the other soldiers looks over in the direction of the hot dog cart to see what's going on.

Gaia hops away from Solomon in case he bats her again, clutching the hot dog with both hands and taking a bite out of the middle as she tastes it sideways. She chews on it a few times, each time chewing slower and slower. And then she spits out the bite on the street. "Bad stuff." She holds it back out to Solomon, bite mark in the middle of the hot dog. "Bad parts. Unclean. Yours," she says as she drops it at Solomon's feet.

Amelia pulls her tenchcoat closed around her, concealing as much as possible of her cyberpunkish garb.

One of the soldiers in the back of the group says over a wrist communicator, "We have a possible rogue Mike. Please respond."

Jet pages: Posing.

Dreamgirl changes rather abruptly - she had a rather girl-next-door look. All of a sudden she has shocking pink hair, shaved on one side, and bright, non-conformist clothing, including a rainbow-coloured scarf against the cold. She's still looks the same somewhat busty girl underneath, though.

Jet mumbles something about time and 'turbus'. Then something about memory. "This is strange. When was the first and last time I was seen in this city?"

"Junk's fine with us," Annie tells Sol, "but sounds bad for someone. Rogue? And who's Mike?" She asks before looking to the wild child Gaia. "Hey, nothing wrong with a good hot dog, and I'm sure Solo's parts are clean and ain't that bad..."

Amelia makes her way as inconspeciously as possible to Solomon and Gaia, "We've shifted dimensions somehow." she says quietly to they when she's close enough. "This has the look of a place we don't want to be. So play it cool and keep your heads down for now." she adds.

Dreamgirl snuggles up to Chris again. "You'll never be free if you're scared of them!"

Chris's eyes go wide as he looks at Dreamgirl, "Whoa. Seriously...looking like that, you'll end up in re-ed for sure."

Gaia stares at the newcomer, Amelia, with a curious expression. She sniffs at the air. "Smells same," she comments with her nose tilted to the air. "What place?" She asks, remembering Amelia's words literally. She crouches a bit and ducks her head down, covering it and trying to look up for a reason to keep her head down.

Dreamgirl grins. "You know you love it!"

The sounds of jets firing are audible from the west, only a few blocks away. The sound is matched by the sight of an incoming Delta team. Or at least that's what it looks like initially.

Solomon joins the hot dog vendor's protests as Gaia just drops his dog on the ground unceremoniously. "Are you kiddin' me?! I jus tbought dat you crazy broad!" He exclaims in surprise as his gaze turns down to the lost snack. He sighs. "You coulda jus'..." He decides better and lets it go.

"Good good." He says to Annie. "I din't piss nobody off. But dat guy-" He points to Jet. "... his ass iz in trouble."

When Amelia comes up, he looks surprised. "Oh- weird. I thought it was this guy's dogs messin' wit' me." He points tot eh hot dog vendor who sighs and prepares to move his cart away from these metas who are clearly trying to sink his business.

Jet pages: Did the soldier give any answer to me? And can I see anything at the west?

The soldier looking at Jet just reiterates his request. "Last chance. Your registration."

Amelia tells Gaia and Solomon, "Look around. Sullen morose expressions on the students here. No bright colors. Military or military style police on the streets. It's all the trapping of a police state or oppressive theocracy."

Jet decides that this could be bad. Probably smart to get away from it all. And flies away. At max speed. Space isn't that far away.

"Hey, Amels," Annie waggles fingers at her, brow perking up. "How's that any different from any other state? Except for the dullsville, that is. They got cops in all the states, don't they?"

Gaia turns around and looks about, but a lot of what Amelia said is lost on her. "Itsa Trap? People always unhappy. City, bad. Metal, bad. Will fix." Eventually. The concrete scar stretches so far, Gaia hasn't yet figured out a way to bring balance back to this urban place. She looks back to Solomon as he bemoans his hot dog. "Bad for you. Better this way."

Solomon grumbles again as he stuffs two hotdogs in his mouth at once, "Crazy broad..."

The Delta team lands just as Jet takes off upward. The lead soldier says over the radio, "The Rogue Mike has fled. Upward. We'll need Alphas involved."

Chris does his best to hide, not wanting to draw attention.

Jet pages: Does the world look any different as I fly up? My sight is also 360 degrees.

Amelia's heart sinks. A wildling, a grunt, and Annie. This day is just getting better by the minute.

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Then Amelia sees Jet taking off skyward. Her plan of getting everyone together out of sight and opening a gate to back home is falling apart around her ears.

Dreamgirl sighs, poor Chris, terrified of the state. She hides too, but with an aim to observe. Now she knows she's not the only meta here, wherever here is, it's time to work out who's who, what's what, and so forth.

Annie watches Jet, well, jet away. "If it was in trouble, he just hauled it away... Never knew his name was Mike..." Then she notices the discarded hot dog. Since the cart owner is wheeling off, she picks up the one Gaia didn't want, and eats it.

One of the soldiers comes over to the hot dog vendor, "Have any of you seen that rogue metahuman before? The one who flew off just now?"

Amelia doesn't have to act when she seems a little tense and nervous, "No, Sir. Never seen him before. What will happen when you catch him?" she ends with a question.

"Never seen. Don't know," Gaia answers. Solomon's mouth is full, but he gives a shrug in response.

Jet came here to return to civilization, and find people again. Now he's just been driven away by temporal shenanigans (or maybe magic. always a possibility). Sighs. Thinks for a bit. Decides to get confirmation. If this -were- the future, what would the polar ice caps be like? Fortunately for Jet, it's not going to take long to go and take a look.

Annie shrugs her shoulders, too. "You seem to know his name. That's more than we know."

Dreamgirl spots Amelia and knows that the place to get to. But now doesn't seem to be the best time to do that.

Amelia cringes inside. .oO(Annie, you're smarter than that. Mike, military code for 'M', for meta. Don't blow your cover.)

The soldier narrows his eyes, "We...do not know his name. And he would be captured and registered. If necessary, re-education will be applied."

Dreamgirl realises heading out like this - however tempting - is asking for trouble, for her and for Chris. She has an idea! Still hidden, she tries to transform according to the tastes of the soldier talking to the others. Likely to get a form that won't immediately be shot at...

The Delta team fans out, looking for possible accomplices.

Amelia sighs. The reason why is not at all clear.

"Oh. Ok." Annie then finishes up her hot dog as the soldier folks spread out to do their thing. She looks to the sighing Amels, hungry Solo Man, and food critic Gaia. "So... guessin we should look for the parties a little more ... " she looks around and points in a random dirction, "...that way?"

The soldier hears Annie's non-chalant answers and he motions to her. "Show me your identification."

Jet talks out loud. Why not? It's not like there's anyone over here. "Well, at least they solved global warming. That is, if this theory is right. I didn't recognize anyone there, but it's been two months, so I probably forgot. I'd recognize Unix though. And Unix doesn't age I believe. Maybe I should check out Unix's apartment. Though with that there, could be risky." Jet thinks for a bit.

Amelia eats the increased endurance cost and casts a air-sprites spell without incantation or gestures. She sends the airprites to disturb some of the wind blown fallen leaves on the Campus ground toward the Admin block. Then she points and tells the solider asking for Annie's ID, "Is that an invisible person over there? I'm sure I saw someone turn invisible."

Dreamgirl curses her luck under her breath as she shifts into a duplicate of one of the other soldiers. Kind of a giveaway. Might be useful if a fight starts and she can inflitrate, but..... She decides to try again. She targets a different soldier this time.

Annie looks back to the soldier, who didn't spread as far as Annie thought. "Huh?" Maybe she's not as witty as Amels thinks she is?

The soldier turns to look at the grounds. Hhe checks in over the radio. "Check the grounds of CBRI. We might have someone invisible, so utilize all visual modes." The Delta commander responds, "Copy that. Moving to investigate."

Dreamgirl rolls her eyes as she ends up as a double of, presumably, this world's Lorelei. . o O (This is NOT inconspicuous.)

Dreamgirl thinks. o O (Damn! Didn)

Dreamgirl thinks. o O (Damn! Didn't think he could see me!)

Jet paces. Well, the flying equivalent of it. "Where else. Where else. The president, perhaps. Maybe there's some library I can check that in. Maybe there's a computer I can check the dates of. It's kind of an invasion of privacy, but maybe I can look into a household. The dimensional mapping seems to function. Maybe it's just the United States. I'll see if I can look somewhere in Canada." Jet goes to Canada to do so. Also, it means he's closer to the United States in case he wants to return to Colonial Bay.

The Delta team fans out on the campus grounds, scanning the area slowly...being methodical.

The soldier is momentarily distracted from Annie, but it is just that...momentary.

Dreamgirl looks about for someone *else* to target with her powers. She's got to find somehing not too conspicous, before she and Chris are found!

The soldier's attention turns back to Annie, "Alright, so where were we?" He pauses, "Right. Your identification, please?"

Amelia pays some attention to the search process used to try and find the 'invisible' meta. Because she may need to use invisiblity herself and knowing how the search is carried out will help her to avoid detection if it comes down to that.

Jet pages: Am I able to find an empty house with a computer in it?

Jet pages: I'll try to find a small library first then. Just want to use the computer to check the time, and search up colonial bay news.

Solomon Wright is a criminal by trade, so he knows to avoid authority when he encoutners it- the added intensity of the police state only adds credance to his instincts.

While the Delta team is distracted by the other meta, Solomon attempts to grab Annie's hand and Gaia's too so he can pull them away and figure out what to do and who to smash once they aren't in danger of being jackbooted or lowjacked.

He grumbles when he recognizes the meta being identified and the attention of the officer returns to his small assembled party. His original plan was to rat that meta out so his band of metas could slink off- but that time has clearly passed.

Dreamgirl ends up once again as an approximation to KJ Sterns - a form she recognises. . o O (Oh no! This is an Earth-1 form - will I never get anything useful?!)

Annie could claim she left it in her shirt, but where's the fun in that? Instead, she gets inspired by something from a long, long time ago. Her body ripples, reforming into an elder man with gray hair and beard in simple white and brown robes. He then waves a hand in a slowly dismissive gesture to the soldier. "You don't need to see our identification." Too bad it was probably the hand Solomon was about to grab.

Jet thinks to himself. o (This is plain weird. Well, no news either.) Jet returns to the United States making sure everything looks normal. If so, then Virginia. If so, then Colonial Bay. If so, then Unix's apartment. And if so, back to the Student Quarter.

The soldier sees Annie change, and he starts to bring his weapon up, "We have another Mike!" There's a wave of some kind of power though, similar to what started the mess. And in the blink of an eye, the area is back to normal. Students milling about getting read for a party. The soldiers are gone. Delta squadron is gone. Above, Jet sees a dark circle over this section of town. As he gets closer, the circle grows smaller and disappears. The only addtional thing is someone new has arrived. Lazare, who is drinking coffee from a travel mug.

Amelia cannot help but laugh. Annie, oh, Annie. Always the life and soul of the chaos party. And her soulmate, Lazare. "Huh." she says in Lazare's direction. "I should have recognised your less than subtle touch."

Solomon doesn't like this. Not one bit- he's got a knuckle sandwich that's ready to go and suddenly all the people demanding his service have disappeared.

He's about to hunt for a new taker when he sees a woman who looks exactly like his one and only- KJ Stearns. He is rendered dumbfounded as he tries to figure out what's going on.

As the soldier starts to bring his weapon up, Gaia's hands come up as well, ice forming on them and condensed air rolling off them from the intense cold. She stomps on the ground and slides her foot forward, a spear of ice rising up and out to strike where the Soldier disappears. She blinks as they vanish and the world changes. "Where go? Why they hate Mike?"

Lazare looks around, as if she must be talking to someone else. "I have no idea what you are referring to." The original Chris looks around for the woman he was with, finding the new Dreamgirl, "Uh...hmm."

Jet hovers around. Says to noone in paticular "Great. I try to figure out what was going on, and now everything is back to normal?"

Dreamgirl (or KJ Stearns) says to Chris, "Something really weird is going on. And I think that guy is to blame...." She indicates Lazare.

Amelia nods, "So was it just a touch of chaos to enliven a dull day, Lazare, or did you have some purpose. Also, how are you getting on with your released companion. Things going well I hope?"

Dreamgirl shifts back, once again, for Chris - poor guy looks so confused. "That's better." She gives him a hug. "You ok? I did warn you!"

Lazare nods, "Quite well." He looks around. "Oh. What happened here. That's what you're referring to. Ripples in the water. Where I walk, I sometimes leave a wake." He takes a long breath, as if smelling the air. "This time, Chaos was pushed away as I was arriving, pulling your home toward a dimension controlled by a Lord of Order."

Chris blinks a couple of times but then smiles and gives Dreamgirl a hug, "I have no idea what just happened. You're going to have to explain it to me."

Lazare tilts his head, "It smells like either...Kanzoutsukamu, or Antherion."

Jet listens to the conversation. Still trying to figure out what exactly went on. Not the best way to return to the city after the absence.

Dreamgirl says, "I'll do my best! But I'm not completely sure myself...."

Amelia shrugs, "A good place to have left behind us." she remarks.

"Somebody's about to get a smack." Solomon says, looking around as KJ Stearns disappears once again. "Someone is gonna get smashed!" He says as he grows visibly more irritated. He doesn't like having his head messed with- despite how easy that is.

Annie doesn't know what happened, either, just that the soldiers are gone. "Well, that place sounds totes boring. Seemed that way, too."

Dreamgirl says, "You want to go over there and find out what happened? Or just head back to yours?"

Lazare grins and walks over closer to the group, "I had needed to get a group of butterflies all out of sync but in the same area. I'm pretty sure a hurricane is forming now."

Chris smiles, "We can go ask. They seem to know what's going on?"

Jet thinks. o O (I'm not sure that's how the butterfly effect works. Though given what just happened, I'm not sure -anything- works.)

Dreamgirl and Chris walk over to Amelia. "Hey, Amelia. Have you figured out what the heck happened?"

Lazare takes a sip of his coffee and takes a step forward. Then sideways. Each step is deliberate. "Ripples each time. Causing backwash. The bigger the step, the bigger the ripple, the bigger the backwash." He smiles again, finishes his coffee...and his coffee cup turns into a butterfly. It then flies off, heading southward.

Amelia nods, "Yes. Do you want the short version or the long version." she asks, giving Chris a welcoming smile.

Dreamgirl says, "Well, not too long - oh this is Chris." She smiles up at him. "My friend, Amelia."

Amelia nods, "Pleasure to meet you, Chris. Okay, the middle length version. This," she points at Lazare, "is Lazare, an agent of the Lords of Chaos." She chuckles, "By the way, Lazare, you might want to give that concept some thought. A Lord implies a command structure. Seems very... orderly for the Chaos Plane. Anyway, Just being near Lazare causes chaotic changes. In this case we were shifted into another dimension for a while."

Dreamgirl says, "Oh. That's kind of... random. But I suppose that make sense."

Amelia chuckles, "Lazare is an agent of Chaos. Random in his second name, so to speak."

Lazare shakes his head, "Not random at all, really. Cause and effect. I shifted across dimensions, causing the amount of entropy to drop here, which weakened the barriers, drawing you toward a Lord of Order's domain."

Lazare smiles, "Well...cause and effect and effect and effect and effect...etcetera."

Dreamgirl looks up at Chris's face. "Any clearer?"

Jet thinks. o O (I'm not sure that's how entropy works either. Whatever. I just need to start again. And pretend all this didn't happen, probably.)

Chris blinks. "Uh...kind of?"

Jet remembers. o (Oh, I still have this.) And pulls out a notebook, and starts writing in it.

Dreamgirl laughs. "So - you want to go back to yours and get warm?"

Chris smiles, "Oh...yes. Definitely."

Lazare shrugs, "Sorry if I inconvenienced you all. No one got hurt, right? Not even when things snapped back to normal?" He doesn't wait for an answer, "Good. Good. Yes, I'll do it. I'm on my way."

Jet has written about 240 characters on his notepad.

Dreamgirl snuggles against Chris and they head off. "See you, Amelia!"

Amelia glances over at Solomon. And at Annie, "So, impressive copy but I think it works better if you actually are a Jedi Mind Master." she tells Annie, grinning.

Lazare waves as well over his shoulder, "Toodles." He then disappears, with a quiet VORP sound as he steps between dimensions.

It's not that much actually. He definitely didn't cover it all. But Jet's powers don't let him write any faster, and he doesn't feel like writing that much today. Jet then looks at his notepad. He seems to be staring at it?

Off to one side, under a bench, a long haired black cat watches, its three eyes unblinking, its two tails swishing side to side slowly. (Kanzoutsukamu)