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Judging from everything, the inhabitants of this place, the Surrounding, didn't seem to know much more than they did, and that, more than anything was a good indication that this wasn't their fault. They didn't seem to want them there anymore than most of them wanted to be there.

But, if they hadn't brought them, who had? Was it their evil counterparts? Or perhaps this Surrounding? It wasn't improbable that the realm itself brought them here, if it needed help, though he wasn't about to mention that theory out-loud. It happened in video games all the time.

And then there was that weird song, one that he suspected didn't bod well for this place. It wasn't a happy sort of sound, but there was little they could do about it now. Nothing but to wait, and hope that these zodiacs could figure out what was going on.

Of course, the moment that he decided that, the road decided to rock, toppling him over onto the ground. "Why hello again," he muttered to it, chuckling. Just great. He had just gotten everything more or less figured out, when this had to happen. "You okay Raphael?"

".... Are we at some sort of Sci fi convention?" Was the words she tried to speak out, but it probably came out in some screeched and highly inaudible version. Yeah, today jsut was NOT her day. She was originally starting to feel sleepy again, but what felt like a jet was flung below them...

...THe road was starting to fail. Ever been in a situation where someone says DONT LOOK DOWN, and yet you still do and it causes you to freak out even more so? Well, thats what happened...minus the prompting of not to look. She was near the edge of the bridge as is, so when she fell she got a REALLY darn good look below them.

Oh hell oh hell.

"Self-defense always holds up in court," snapped Keren sourly, moving as far away from the drunken sort-of-Scotsman as she could, given limited space and crowding. Especially when you were a teenaged girl being ganged up on by a Ke$ha-singing terrorist! She deserved a medal, was what she deserved.

Of course, given everything that happened next, Keren was beginning to wonder if she didn't prefer being leaned on and made fun of. It definitely beat a) Hell's Jukebox and b) Spacequakes.

When a particularly strong tremor sent her colliding with Ricky - who she did not recognize as the guy she had elbowed only minutes before, Keren decided that however bad things had been before... this was infinitely worse.

"SOMEBODY MAKE IT STOP!" she yowled, clinging to the older man for balance. Hypocrisy was lost on her - she just wanted to stay upright.

Although Ricky tried to stand, he found himself bombarded with other bodies in his attempts. First, the cat Zue bounced off him with the full weight of the cat's leap toppling him over again as the ground continued to crumble and shake - and then the rude Keren grabbed hold of him. He nearly fell over for a third time, but managed to ground himself enough to catch her fall instead.

"Easy there, girl," he laughed, until he recognized her as the woman who had elbowed him earlier. He didn't like that girl, he recalled. He then gently shoved her aside to keep a distance. However, it seemed her weight was helping him keep his balance, because once he pushed her aside he had trouble standing once more.

"Oh s**t, that chick's got wings." The talking cats and dead worlds and gingers failed to impress her as anything more than bizarre annoyances, but an honest-to-god fairy princess? On the hierarchy of things that made Mal's inner-little girl squeal with excitement, fairy princesses were wedged somewhere between unicorns and Nancy Drew. Maybe rainbow space road wasn't so awful after -

Before Mal could finish her hilariously ill-timed thought, their little streak among the stars rumbled violently. She didn't have a chance to see what had caused the tremor, as her face was forced to attend to a very pressing meeting with the ground. A very pressing, very painful meeting. In her inebriated state, gravity was already a difficult concept to grasp. A strong wind would have been enough to knock her on her a**, let alone a massive black blob colliding with the world.

"Jesus Christ ain't got nothin' to do with it," she replied to Ricky in her best southern drawl from where she had landed, an impressive feat, for an irish-born-and-bred lass. The crumbling road had knocked her off her feet, enough that she'd had to catch herself on her forearms before pushing herself up again, shaking a bit both from the drink and from the quickly-disintegrating ground. Thankfully, their metabolisms worked pretty fast -- while definitely still buzzed to all heaven, Gemini Beta was quickly sobering, and in a circumstance like this, it was pretty damn necessary. She could see across the way Virgo was already doing what she could to protect the Princess, and despite the screams the captain's command made its way to where she stood. Green eyes flickered a bit in acknowledgement, and Mackie gave a nod to her superior and princess, already grabbing a nearby civi, helping them straighten up.

"Alright, anyone with two feet please use them to come this way. We will not hurt you, despite the alien, and promise to make sure you get back into your beds before you can say Whiskey," she shouted, trying to herd the likely-traumatized civilians closer to keep them calm. Hopefully.

Why whiskey? Why not?

Hawke fell onto her back. This was bad because of a few things.
1- Getting back up was a b***h
2- Landing on a foam covered PVC pipe hurt.
3- Her homemade armor poked in places that were really not fun to be poked in when she fell unexpectedly.

"Oh ********." Rolling to get herself up right, Hawke looked at the 'Spirits of the Fade'. Quest had started. Darkspawn? In the Fade? Maybe. Maybe it was magisters. Maybe it was demons. Whatever was in Space Fade, Hawke was feeling very much like the time they hit a High dragon with nothing ready.

She hoped this was a cut scene.