Interestingly enough, the newly-bemagicked people have very few questions to ask of their kindly provider of wizardly might and ability.
"No problem, man. I can get my demon knight bro to cut em up and she can summon a T-Rex or something to eat them. Easy peasy. Let's do this!" Larry proclaims, gesturing at
Kat to indicate her paleontological proficiency and demonstrating no hesitation in fulfilling the instructions of his magical overlord... for now.
Halesey, meanwhile, considers the importance of the potato vortex swirling right there in front of him. He supposes he should apologize for just tearing a hole in reality like that.
"Uh… yeah… Sorry about that. I wanted to at least do something magical… Have the dinosaurs stopped falling yet? Or yeah, perhaps we should get out of here… Anyone got a car? A uh... non-squashed car?" he relates to his fellows, hoping that someone could presumably help out.
As he speaks, he captures some alcoholic beans, presumably for scientific purposes. He then looks out into the hallway. The bathroom isn't too far away, so he guesses he can try to summon a vortex there as well. He mentally recounts what he needs to do to achieve the necessary results for proper potato vortexes.
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He gives the bathroom door a good, long look. Yeah, there should be a vortex there. There should totally be a vortex. He concentrates, doing his best to imitate what he did previously. Shockingly enough, it works absolutely miraculously. A depression forms on the bathroom door, expanding and deepening, becoming potatoes in the process. It looks pretty weird even from a distance. In addition, Halesey is slightly glad that he's as far from the bathroom as he is - he can feel the pull even at the door, and it's pretty strong. Not to mention that the potato vortex appears to have consumed the door entirely - where there once was a bathroom, now there is only potato-filled blackness, a hole in the fabric of space that seeks to suck everything into its undiscovered dimension.
Halesey decides it would be wise to throw chewing gum at it. He removes the pack from whatever place he may have kept it in and hurls it toward the vortex. The pack disappears immediately.
Moments later, it flies out of the other vortex, the one in Room 303. Halesey is mildly surprised, and the rest only look curiously for a moment before realizing that it's nothing important.
While Halesey fools around with vortexes,
Kat tries to somehow stop the rain of dinosaurs plaguing the city. She tries certain methods, like asking it politely to stop, but it doesn't appear to be quite ready to comply. She can still see dinosaurs falling out of the sky outside, and she has no idea what she can do to prevent such a thing from happening.
Halesey, sensing that something is amiss, goes on and introduces himself to the rest, who follow suit. Well, except for
Elizabeth, who interviews the fat man first.
"I guess now is the time to ask - what were you planning to start with this... club? What's our goal as a club? I'm not sure if I agree with shoving people around, even if it's just squatters.""Well, currently our 'goal' is to become good wizards, y'know. Competent, I mean. Not, like, types who rain dinosaurs down on people randomly. And my sources tell me that a magical base is, like, the first step, and we'll be getting nowhere without one of those."Ah. Hm.
"Also, if that place is an, uh, ley line, won't other wizards show up at some point, because really, there's just squatters in there, let's just evict them and move on? In fact, are you sure that hasn't happened already? After all, wizards and hobos don't really look any different...""That's just a problem that, if it comes up, you'll just have to deal with, yeah. Preferably in a semi-permanent fashion, so there ain't no further trouble."Elizabeth thinks about this, and then asks her final question.
"Oh, right. This one's important, almost forgot. Where did you get those books? I don't think that sort of artifact just lies around somewhere.""I copied 'em at home - cost me a load o' paper. They look good, huh? Got the real thing myself, all safely hidden and shit. As for where I found that, I ain't getting into that just yet. Gotta keep secrets, right? It's what wizards do."Elizabeth supposes that's all there is to it, then. Guess it's time to move on, judging by the way Larry appears to be trying to somehow incite her to come along on this mission of intimidation. The four all head out into the hallway (the fat man follows along after quickly gathering his things, but splits off from the group at some point none of them manage to exactly pinpoint), making sure not to get sucked in by the potato vortex to varying degrees of success. Eventually they reach the stairs and head on out into the street.
To be frank, it is quite chaotic. The streets are littered with dinosaur meat and blood, and one can see panicked inhabitants of both the ancient past and the rather interesting present running all around, not really sure what the hell is going on here. It takes them an hour to get through the dinosaur-filled streets, as there seem to be no buses or anything moving about, and some time after that they reach Import Avenue, a somewhat deserted thoroughfare leading through some scenic post-industrial areas filled largely with rusty junk and very busy hobos going about their business in every sense of the word.
Eventually they reach 17 Import Avenue, which holds the factory in question - whatever it may have manufactured, it clearly hasn't done so in over thirty years, though the building itself, a five-story example of the most boring architecture one might possibly imagine, seems to be in fairly good condition, all things considered. Any obvious holes in the thing appear to have been patched up with random bits of junk and cardboard, and any broken windows seem to have been boarded up. There's not a soul outside the building, though there's clearly people living within - one just has to look at the old guy smoking some unidentified substance while leaning out of one of the fourth floor windows to be sure of that.
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