Okay, so, since this has sort of died, I'm just gonna have us pull our money (imagine they have a little since my imagination is fried, and can't think up a decent way of getting money) and get on a train (again, I don't know if trains go from Boston to New York, but oh well).

Dehlia ~

I stared out the window of the train, Dora sitting beside me. I'd never seen one, but I've heard of trains. I doubted they moved this fast back home. Errol and Felix sat across the isle. People around stared at black boxes that glowed, read books, or dozed. I myself was feeling exhausted after the few precious hours of sleep last night. Despite my best intentions, I slipped into sleep, not waking until Dora shook me. I sat up. We'd stopped at a station looking very much like the one we'd departed from. People were grabbing coats and bags, and hurrying off. We slipped out quickly, having nothing to carry, and followed the rush of people out of the train depot and into the busy streets of what I supposed was New York City.

Okay, so, we're in New York...

We look for Max!

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Errol rubs his eyes, trying to clear his brain of this muddling stupidity that has overtaken him. He groans at the bright indoor lights and stuffs his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Well, we're here," he says tiredly to the ragtag group of displaced. "Let's find ourselves a thief. But we need directions first."

He flags down a passing teenaged girl who seems to be travelling in a clump with her companions - a tall boy with an "Enter the Haggis" hoodie and a shorter person of indeterminant gender whose hair was white as fresh snow, framing their face in lazy curls. Errol did a double take when he saw that, but quickly forced it down. Maybe that's normal in this time.

"Excuse me, but we're in need of some directions..." he begins.

The white-haired person raises their head slowly and begins to speak in a low drawl, within which Errol can detect just a hint of a sneer. "Donovan? What does the scope say?"

The tall boy fumbles in his jacket for something, eventually pulling out a small black rectangle. He checks the readout, and a small smile spreads across his face. "Enough."

"We've got your directions." The white curls bounce around the person's face as they perform a slow but graceful turn on one heel so they are facing the girl. "Liz."

The girl cocks an eyebrow. "Right." She addresses Errol's group, who are fairly confused at this point. "Follow us."

They do without much discussion.

"Do you have names?" Errol asks, speeding up so he can walk side-by-side the tall boy. 

He shrugs. "I dunno. They call me Donovan. That's Liz. And... well, nobody knows much about Arctica. I don't even know if he's actually a guy."

Errol considers this piece of information. "Errol, Felix, Dehlia, Dora," he says, pointing to each person in turn. "Where are we going, anyway?"

Donovan shrugs again. It seems to be his default reaction to any question. "Don't ask me. Liz's in charge. And don't ask her. Because she's downright vicious and you'll probably be regretting ever being born if you get on her bad side."

"Noted..."

Agreed. We also need more purpose to the kidnapping. Through what we have, we know one bottle of time tears can't get us home. So, really, could even two? Perhaps there is another way of time traveling...

Yeah, that may work. Perhaps we'll go along and see. Sorry, I can't write a full post. Nano keeps me busy!

I like the first one! Sorry, we've all been busy writing for Nano. I know because L and I are in the same cabin. So we're majorly cramming. No idea where Quintus is. I think SC is doing Nano as well. So, hopefully after April we'll all be back more often. Can't write now, must go get Dehlia (my novel Dehlia) out of the middle of the ocean in a dinghy.