The light receded, taking with it the temperature controlled stillness of Bernie's basement. Replacing it was the crisp damp fall air of the pacific northwest, the mid-afternoon sun, the smells of wet leaves and mowed lawns. A dog could be heard barking somewhere in the distance, along with distant sirens.

Jonathan, Melanie, Rita, David, and Caleb found themselves standing on the sidewalk in a very green suburb. The trees - of which there were many - were just starting to turn to their fall colors, and the sky - while overcast - did not threaten more than a drizzle.



Again there had been no motion associated with their sudden shift, just a sense of being somewhere new, yet standing, dressed as they'd been dressed, holding what they'd been holding. If any of the group held a hope that they'd be returned to youth, those hopes were unfounded, as they all still inhabited their adult bodies.

A painted wooden sign along the road not too far away welcomed them to Astoria, Oregon, established 1811, with a picture of a sailing ship.

This was closer to Melanie's world than the New Mexico desert. The crispness in the air didn't make her shiver, though she wished she'd thought to put her jacket on. She remembered the movie as sunny; she'd forgotten it began in the fall.

"Shame we're not replacing the central characters, I wouldn't have minded being a teenager again. I guess we just get to watch the film from the inside."

She dug into her purse, to check whether the dates on her driving license were still the same.

None of their possessions had transformed to conform to the new world they found themselves in.

Melanie finished checking her purse.

"My license hasn't changed, so we'd better forget we have them. Or anything else with dates on. I guess cash should be OK, it'll just be really good counterfeit here."

"It would be risky, considering there's a family of forgers in town." Jon looks around trying to get his bearings. "Should we try to find the Goonies themselves? Maybe we can convince them we're amateur historians looking for the treasure of One-Eyed Willy."

Rita starts to laugh, chokes on Dorito crumbs, and ends up coughing until her eyes water.

“One-eye Willy! Oh, my, how rude.” She blushes all the way to the roots of her hair.
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"Hey, now this is nice," Caleb remarks, looking around them at the town. "I can see how Bernie described this as a vacation. I wouldn't mind just checking into a bed and breakfast and spending a weekend soaking in the town."

Then Melanie mentions a very good consideration, money. They hadn't needed it in Mario Kart, but it could be different here. Caleb checks his wallet. He has a couple of 20s and a 5. One was printed in 2016, and the other two are from 2020. "I doubt these bills are going to pass around here," he says, shaking his head. "Good thinking about money, though. Definitely something to consider when we make these trips."

He cocks an eyebrow when Rita laughs at Jon. "No, wait, that's the name of the pirate. Or - oooh. Hell, am I just now getting that joke?" He jams his hands awkwardly in his jeans and looks away, embarrassed.

After a moment, he shrugs and says, "Right, I've never seen this flick. I don't know how a group of kids are going to take a bunch of grown-ups showing up. Won't they just be suspicious of us?" He thinks for a moment, frowning. "But I got nothing. Jon, you might as well lead the way."

Jon scratches his head, looking around. "Well... honestly, I haven't seen this movie in decades. I'm pretty much going on what I remember of my favorite scenes, and three levels from the video game."

Pointing toward the sea, he recounts what he remembers. "The kids found an old map in their home, and followed it to the Fratelli's house, and down into a set of caves below the town. I know they passed under a wishing well, before reaching a sea-side cliff where Wily hid his ship... and his treasure.

If we could find one of the kids, telling them we want to help them find a treasure could help convince them to let us join in. It's a long shot, but hey, we're in the 80's. The stranger panic hasn't reached the critical mass we're used to."

With a sigh, Jon looks around, trying to remember anything that would help pin down the Goonies' headquarters.

OOC: I'm going to roll for a hint, in hope that my character has a better memory than me.
22:39, Today: Jonathan Wagner rolled 0 using 4 Fudge dice.  Recalling childhood.
Well, that may not help much...