After a quick trip by Mistral to acquire fuel for Sal (which was far less expensive than she would have thought) and some water (the facility with the plants purified water for drinking within the facility), they set out on the boat for one of the most infamous areas in the ocean, the Bermuda Triangle. It would take three days to get there so the group had some time to kill.

OOC: time to spend XP


 However, finally they arrived. However, unusually, the navigational instruments did not go haywire as they normally did. Fog began rolling in and Argentus found that Niri had vanished. She'd seemed squirrelly on the whole trip.

Sal takes the time to set himself up a small business, using his newfound knowledge of metalworking, and his artistic skills to create knick-knacks to sell online. If the ship doesn't have a forge, he asks Noah about adding one to the Faboratory. If he can, on the first night, he contacts whoever he got new identities from in the past, to get one that will stand up to scrutiny by the IRS.

"Just sit right back, And you'll hear a tale, A tale of a fateful trip." Noah was booming around the ship as he got out on deck with a large stone slab that was large even for his form. "That started from this tropic port, Aboard this tiny ship, The mate was a mighty sailing man" It was covered in a number of runes that had various meanings. "The skipper brave and sure, Five passengers set sail that day, For a 3 hour tour, a 3 hour tour" He set it down and cut a small wedge before kicking the slab over the side of the ship.

He clapped his hands. "Right, So... who has a pixi handy or do we need to start summoning things?"

"Grey, merge the Kiju system with the boat, we have to take it all with us less the archmages try to mess with you and you end up being forced to defend yourself."
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 Grey grinned. "Kay!"

 The ship rocked, groaned, and grew as it moved, expanding back to its full mile long size, complete with massive galleon styled sails, portholes and cannons.... hundreds of cannons.

When the wall of fog arose on the horizon Mistral was on the prow of the S.S. Grey, dressed down to athletic wear and drilling Eskrima katas with feverish intensity.  The meteoric iron blade she called ‘Défaiseur’ sang with every lightning-quick slash, thrust and parry against invisible opponents.  At last she concluded her training and stared off into the fog as she daubed away the sweat with a cloth, then left the top deck.

Mistral found the others near the supply cache they’d collected for the journey, and said, “We are near now to the crossing into Pan’s realm, dans l'heure.  Within the hour.  Is all in order?  All that we mean to bring is here?”  She circled the bundled collection of supplies, including rations of water, food, synthetic blood and other necessities, and ensured she had the sympathetic items for Doctor Lennis on hand, as well as the full arsenal of cold iron weaponry provided by Vulcan.  Satisfied, she said, “I will shower and change, then will be ready to depart.  Now all that we require is the pixie dust.  Niri... où est-elle?”

Seeing that Argentus’s little companion was nowhere to be found, Mistral cast her senses about the ship and surrounding waters, but came up short.

Argentus reached out to Niri through their court bond, investing her with the ability to communicate with him from a distance.  He let his concern for her well-being and curiosity as to where she had gotten off to flow through the connection.

PM

Noah nodded as he offered the portion of his oversized crossroads stone to Mistral for portation orientation should the worse happen. "So far as I know. Once we are ready we will be taking the whole ship. This is how this crossroads works, they take ships, planes, moving objects that hold people effectively."

"We should have two masses of supplies, one secreted away and I have worked with Grey to make a saddle I can hunker aroud." He smiled at the mention of a premission shower but left it at that.

Witnessing the ship transform, Prometheus wonders out loud, "One hopes we don't aggravate anyone we don't want too. The Fae realm is large and there is possible more sapient life there then on earth."

However this doesn't sound like an objection, rather an observation. Grey is a force of nature and does largely whats fun for her...getting the ship design to change would be an exercise in futility.

"Huh.  Niri's hiding and doesn't want to be found.  Give me a moment.  "  Argentus concentrated on the small fairy.  Niri, I don't want to compel you to come help us - what's going on?

While he waited for a response he activated his Spirit sight and looked around for other fairies on both sides of the Gauntlet, then for anything else that might be scaring Niri off.

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A look of understanding crossed Argentus's face.  Niri, if you'll help me understand the dust, I'm sure I can either make you be able to painlessly shoot fairy it from your hands or manufacture some myself.  Either way, I'm not going to let anyone hurt you to get it.

 It takes several minutes of coaxing but Niri finally makes herself visible, albeit at a distance where she can easily flee. "They're my wing scales and they help me fly. We only shed fairy dust once a year but lots of summoners bind and harvest us for our scales."

Noah sat down listening to the conversation with the mana spirit and her buddy. "You know... if the whole group gets in on it we could do a coven ritual. It would let the whole ship follow you through the crossroads and you'd be no worse off than you are now for it." He nodded once, "It will take an hour or so but if everyone is down for it, "

He thought for a moment, "Argent would anchor it, Mist would have to pilot the ritual. The rest of us would either gas it up or provided support casting." It was their time to shine afterall.

After her own searching failed to find the elusive pixie, Mistral vanished below decks while the others discussed.  She returned exactly seventeen minutes later garbed in the ‘tactical catsuit’ with her shower-damp white-and-blue hair tied back with a particular ribbon.  By the time she’d returned Argentus was negotiating with Niri, who informed that the harvesting of pixie scales was not a pleasant process.  This fact wasn’t a deal-breaker to Mistral, but she elected not to voice that thought since it was evident that Argentus cared a great deal for the welfare of his spirit companions.  She instead spoke up to inquire, “Have we an estimation of the quantité of pixie dust required for the crossing?  Perhaps it would be a... tolerable amount.”

Mistral received the large crossroads stone from Noah and gave it a quick study, then nodded.  “Merci, mon dragon.  It would be a dire situation in which we’d require this to return, but better to plan for such contingencies.”  Mistral was uncomfortable in general with cabal rituals, as she didn’t like ceding control over her will-working with Paradox at stake, but she was aware that sometimes it was the only way to gather sufficient power for certain larger-scale spells.  This would be one such case, and so she quelled that discomfort and said with assurance, “We shall need to discuss les détails of how it would be done, but in theory?  Oui, with proper anchoring and sufficient énergie I could navigate such a ritual.”

Noah smiled and trundled his way down to the pantry to come back with a bottle of "Girl and Dragon" wine to act as one of the sacramentals of a rather involved casting. "I can tap enough power to move the whole ship once but I will need a nap shortly there after." It to a moment for him to remember he needed to explain. "Grey is the ship. She is a lot more easy to transport than a random ship as she can help with the whole thing."

 Grey piped up, looking out at the fog. "Well, we're not building a tunnel, we're just opening a door, yes? The tunnel already carries boats, so maybe it's better to use Spirit Magic to pick the lock?"

Prometheus looks at Noah, Mistral and Argentus in quick succession, "I am not sure about Argent's knowledge of Space Magic, but for a moment I am going to assume he knows a little, just like Mistral knows a little Spirit..."

So turning his attention back to Noah he said, "Have you given any thought to what will happen if something goes wrong? This spell you are planning to fuel is, as far as I am aware, using two Arcana you are completely unfamiliar with. Should ANYTHING go wrong, you will have no safe way to disperse the Magic."

Frankly Prometheus had no idea exactly what would happen. Noah wasn't exactly a normal Mage anymore, and details about unsyncronized riturals were never really given in detail during training anyway, other then 'don't' and 'bad stuff will happen.'

But when it came to Space.... Well spells going wrong could mean your body being scattered over a 90 mile radius. Space was easy to predict what happened when it really went wrong. And it was almost universally not survivable.