To Narn...err, Andalasia!

[rox-chan.livejournal.com]

Who: Rox, Emmy, Ria, Jenn, Greta, Crystal, anyone else going on the Narnia trip, and THEN the Andalasia trip people. Yes, we will kidnap you.
What: Getting ready to take off, and then yay Narnia times?
When: Yesterday, August 12th, around noon.
Where: Wherever Greta keeps her ship.
Status: In Progress.

BIG IMPORTANT EDIT GUYS: This is going to evolve into an Andalasia trip log. Also changed the date so that it makes sense for it to be an Andalasia trip log.

asdkflhsdj I'm so sorry guys.



Everything was ready. Rox had double, triple, and quadruple-checked every single thing that they were bringing. She was ready, as ready as she could be, and that scared her. Her confidence only made her more certain that she had forgotten something, that there was something she hadn't thought of, that she really couldn't do this and shouldn't have suggested it and...

...especially now. Now when there were things going on, when they had a potential genuine lead, when there were so many things that they could be doing that were less likely to just be a waste of time. Sure, the information from Rak may very well have not been reliable, but it was more solid then 'oh, let's just go hang around Narnia for a few days and maybe we'll meet mister Giant Lion Jesus!'

She really hoped someone showed up soon, because she didn't want to think about anything beyond what was actually going on. Not Star Market, not Calum, not Rak, not Ray, because god, WHY didn't she make more of a fuss when Ray didn't come home? It happened occasionally, sure, but never so abruptly and...she knew better. She fucking knew better.

Finally she sat down near the door of the ship, folding her knees and resting her head on her arms. She sighed, and then simply tried to focus on breathing. She was being obsessive and nervous and silly about problems that she just couldn't solve, when she knew calming down would yield the best results.

I'm acting like my mother. she thought, laughing a little.

I hope they get here soon.

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[crystalreport.livejournal.com]

"Well, someone's looking rather worried today."

Crystal walked towards the ship, only slightly recognizing Rox. Well, anyone would look worried after what had happened with Rak and Ray. She still couldn't believe that Rak, one of their very own, had decided to go against the people who trusted him for money. Well, money is the root of all evil...

"I'm Crystal, by the way. Though most everyone call me Crys nowadays. Is everything ready to go?" Crystal jabbed a thumb towards her backpack. "I've brought some more potions for the trip. And my sword as well."

[riverfox-237.livejournal.com]

Jenn and Silandro showed up just behind Crystal, ready and rarin' to go. The 19-year-old had dressed casually - fully aware that her outfit would morph back to Narnian clothes when she got there and became a faun again - and had a small backpack on with some odds and ends that she might want for the long gummi flight. Strapped to her waist was her quiver, bow stuck inside with the arrows, and a short quarter staff of Narnian design showed in her right hand. She looked determined, and excited, about this trip.

Silandro, her one-and-a-half foot tall dark gray Narnian mouse 'guardian', walked next to her, his (admittedly cute) face solemn. You might have expected the mouse to be excited about returning home, but the truth was that he was worried. Jenn had made it very clear that a lot of time might have passed since they had gotten there, and he was trying to be prepared. Naturally, Sil did his best not to show it; but the slight twitch of his tail and the paw nervously rubbing his rapier hilt at his waist were small indicators of his inner troubles.

Jenn, however, was determined to be perky and enthusiastic about the whole trip. She heard Crystal introduce herself as they walked up, and so decided to follow up with that. "Hey Rox, nice to meet you, Crystal! I'm Jenn, this is Silandro. We get to be your 'guides' on this trip," she added with a half-grin.

Something about Rox's posture nagged at Jenn. Was something wrong? Her expression shifted subtly from cheerful to puzzled and concerned. "Everything alright?"

[ariaalways.livejournal.com]

Ria, like Jenn, had dressed simply, in just a shirt and jeans, knowing that as a squirrel she'd have no use for them. She did have a small new dagger however, which she was pretty sure she could (awkwardly) use in her Narnian form.

She entered the hanger just as Jenn asked a question. Curious, she slowed down so as to not interupt them just yet.

[dreamwriteremmy]

Emmy was quietly murmuring to herself a brief peptalk about happy faces and the importance of them in Gummi travel as she entered the hangar, her face set with a forced smile.

"Emmy here, I hope I'm not late!" she called with a similarly forced cheer.

She was wearing her usual gown with her hair pulled back in a low knot, a staff in her right hand and her wicker basket containing daily necessities and weaponry pieces over her left arm. She might not need them where they were going, but having them on the ship was a necessary safety precaution she'd become accustomed to over the past two years. Impulsivity in adventure was one trait of a former-Refugee she couldn't even excuse herself from, after all she'd been a part of the whole Mirror Earth disaster.

[rox-chan.livejournal.com]

Thankfully, it wasn't too much of a wait before Crystal showed. Rox stood up, brushing off her jeans before replying.

"Oh, yeah, well big trip. Stuff happening. I'm Rox." Then she noticed Jenn following behind, and a girl she assumed was Ria, and smiled. Good, they could finally get this show on the road. No more thinking or obsessing.

"Hey guys," she said, and then noticed Emmy walking in. "Everything's all good and ready! We're set, I think."

Rox was trying to relax, really - this was going to be find. Still, she couldn't get rid of the jerkiness of her movements, the tense way her words sounded. "Now all we have to do is wait for Greta, and we can load up and leave."

[lostscore.livejournal.com]

Ash had packed up a small amount of supplies for the Andalasia portion of the trip and was waiting around for the Narnia crew to finish up.

She had to admit she was curious about the...er...sparkles everyone seemed to get so frustrated over.