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"You can design and create, and build the most wonderful place in the world. But it takes people to make the dream a reality."

I. Exploring Main Street! Take a trip through a little town taken straight from 1890's America. Visit the shops, dine at the restaurants- but don't forget you are here on a mission. As an Apprentice, you will need to gather some supplies. A weapon, or tool for producing magic.

But we understand if that corn dog cart on Market Street is your first stop.

II. Apprentice Class 101! Practice your spell casting and weaponship on the open commons behind the Firehouse. Sparring, casting or just general confusion abound here. Try not to hit anything or...anyone, the paint on the infirmary is still drying.

III. Look out! A level 2 corroded monster has managed to get onto Main Street! Protect the citizens and defeat the cur, and please watch the damage, the paint is still wet!

IV. One Little Spark! Go ahead, show us the strength of your imagination and come up with your own scenarios. Just, stay out of the Corroded Lands...if possible.

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"What's done is done."

And with a last bite the stolen bagel had disappeared like it had never existed in the first place. The perfect crime! It's not like they could find the stolen food object now.

"Look, if they hadn't kidnapped all of us in the first place then we might have been able to get food the proper way. I know I would have had my wallet on me if I had been planning to leave my flat. They actually owe us a meal... in addition to a way to get back to our own worlds."

He holds the dress against him on instinct, even though he hasn't gotten anything off yet.

"Honestly, you're supposed to wait for an answer before looking over."

He sighed and looked at the dress once more, not entirely disappointed in not having to wear it.

"I suppose this idea is out. But we have to figure out something that doesn't involve a frightful amount of holes."

He made a face and shrugged his shoulders...

"Some say Adam and Eve didn't gain free will until they ate from the Forbidden Tree. Angels and Demons never did. Maybe that is why things are the way they are."

Which was oddly philosophical of him but lately he had been doing a great deal of soul searching. Which orders to follow, which ones to break out right, how to keep an angel out of trouble without catching Hell himself, how to prevent Armageddon... Lots to think about! Tons!

One bagel wasn't worth worrying about.

"Do what you like but don't want too long. People can die from not eating enough. Not sure that applies to ghosts," Nose scrunch, "But better to be safe than sorry. That's a saying isn't it?"

Modesty. Demons as a general rule didn't worry that much about it so he snerked at the idea the angel was concerned about being caught out.

"I apologize, I forgot about that entirely."

But if that were true it didn't stop him for very long.

"New idea. We lay low for a while. A day in hiding and they will have forgotten all about it. "

Or they would have been tracked down and made to pay for the damage, either way, it's not like they could run or hide very well trapped in this bloody small park.

"So we get some wine, I met a lady down at the local pub or what functions at the local pub, anyway point is, I could call her up get a few bottles and then you and I could hide out in that horrible pink princess room. We can work out what to do about your jacket without taking scissors to it once we get there."

"You don't want a share of the loot?"

"We've done that too, but no one as to make a choice now." he waved a hand and polished off his drink.

"Not quite what I meant, but good to know."

"I'm sure." He gives the demon a dry look, not trusting him at his word, naturally. But then perks up a bit as he continues.

"Probably a better idea." And he's much more comfortable with that sort of thing. Honestly. He did like pantomime as much as the next person but too much was too much and things were awkward enough. He places the dress back on the hanger and puts it up.

"Anyway, I never could play Wicked Queen very well," he says as he opens the door to the dressing room, pressing Crowley out of the way and pausing to look up at him, only the door between them.

"At least not in this situation..." He gives the demon a slow smirk before heading out, quite pleased with himself.

I.

Drumming his fingers impatiently against his crossed arm, Kaiba waited for the barista to figure out how to ring up his order. It wasn't a complicated request, so they must either be a new employee or a total incompetent, he was betting on the latter. Another moment passed, and still nothing, and Kaiba's patience was all but worn out.

"Enough, just give it to me." Said while snatching the scanner out of the other's hand. Turning it over to inspect it, he thought he spotted the problem. After some mild disassembly much to the barista's horror, Kaiba fiddled with a few wires, before putting it back together. "Now try it." This time there was no problem scanning the little bar code on the menu.

"You're lucky I'm not charging you for my services. You couldn't afford me." He had hoped he might swing a free fill up out of this, but the barista didn't see it that way. Reluctantly he forked over the oddly named "munny", before accepting the coffee cup and making his exit. The truth was while he was here he was just as broke as the other nobodies, and he needed to either find a way back to his own country, or start planning for the immediate future here. Being cut off from all of his vast resources wasn't sitting well with him. He needed this hit of caffeine to keep him going.

III.

Before he really had time to enjoy the coffee he'd purchased earlier, Kaiba made a couple of unfortunate turns along the street which led him into trouble. In their haste to flee someone smacked right into him and the cup was jostled from his hand. When the coffee cup landed on the ground below it toppled over with force and spilled it's scalding hot contents. "Why don't you look where you're going you big-..."

The stranger didn't stay to explain the situation and just pushed past the tall brunette and kept running. That prompted Kaiba to look forward and that was when he spotted the shadowy creature in the middle of the street snarling at a small child- about Mokuba's age. Of course, it would have to be a kid. If the potential victim had been in any other age range, Kaiba might have been able to turn a blind eye to it.

Putting his long legs into action he dashed forward, one hand reaching over to pull out his secret weapon, a trading card. In an instant he sent the multi-colored piece of paper whizzing through the air. It sliced just between the creature and the child temporarily drawing it's attention to him. "Why pick on the runt, when you could come after me?".

"I really... don't think you know what you are dealing with here. What ever you ran across before can't have been the Devil. I've met him, delivered his son... he was in a basket at the time but you get the idea, the Devil is alive and well! On Earth, trying to cause it's destruction!"

If he sounded almost frantic at times it was because these events had been moving so swiftly of late and this girl was beginning to sound insane to him. If it were so easy...!

"Whatever you met wasn't him! Might have looked like him, might have said it was him, but it wasn't. And you got very damn lucky that it wasn't! There is no way the actual Devil could be defeated by a mere human woman! It can't happen. If it were that easy I'd sic you on him in a heartbeat. Hell, I'd sic every loud blonde girl on Earth on him! It just doesn't work that way..."

He somehow manages to avoid the book too. "You could have just asked." When had she gotten so violent?

"The settings changed themselves!" He shakes it, fumbles it, manages to get the right setting so the noise ends and a bright beam of red light shoots out of the tip. "Oh! Laser pointer. I wondered where that went."

"I won't." He holds onto her, stroking her hair. Feelings. He's not so good at them. But he's learned and that's what's important. "I don't die easily. Or easily permanently..." But she knows that so maybe it's a moot point.

"But come on. Cheer up. I'm here. You're here... And..." he sniffs the air and lies. "I smell chips." He doesn't but he's going to damn well find some.

"Yes, well, wait a while and you'll see entirely too much of them." He follows him along beside the wall, the bird doesn't seem to see them somehow but he's not sure if that will--

"Oh, look. It comes in pairs. Hallo..."

Another bird, this with a crest, is watching them.

"Bright ideas, Doctor? Could use a few."

"Oh very nice. Cinematographic really. Great arm strength. Impressive." And the bird isn't dead which is equally impressive in his estimation.

"Seems I owe you one. I'm the Doctor, by the way, nice to meet you."

Truthfully he was more comfortable with that as well. Not that he minded costumes, they were actually pretty entertaining really. Dressing up as some one else and fooling everyone into believing that was who you actually were was an interesting way to spread a little chaos. But Azriaphale as the Evil Queen... Some how it didn't seem quite right to hide those brilliant white features.

"You're not the woodsman."

He said dryly, before following along. As it turned out getting the wine was as easy as he said a quick phone call, borrowing the gift shop's phone while the owner was busy, soon had them on their way with several bottles of decent but not above average wine and a few glasses.

Crowley's mood took a little down turn however when they reentered their flat. All peach and perfect, it looked exactly like some thing an angel would love... and maybe that was why Azriaphale seemed so much more at home here than out on those streets. He however found it a little depressing. It was just too much.

Flopping on his bed he reached for a bottle and popped the cork. Two glasses, stat, very much seemed to be in order.

Honestly he was trying to be cheeky. How can Crowley be a demon and not get a double entendre as blatant as that? it must be because they travel in such different circles it can't be helped. But, well, it's not terribly important.

"No, but I do enjoy them from time to time." Said in an offhanded way.

The worries fade as they procure the wine, and disappear altogether when they reach the room unaccosted. It's a pleasant room, to be sure. Luxurious. The decor is a little tacky, but he'd prefer it over a cot in an alley, especially with the wing situation the way it is. Anyway, they're likely to be here a week at most, if not a little less, so he's fine with it.

He sits and, after a brief moment to adjust his wings, moans a little in comfort as he sinks against the buttery velvet.

"At least it feels good if nothing else. Though I don't know how we're going to come up with enough" he makes a face. "Munny to afford it."

III.

Having only recently arrived in the Magic Kingdom, more specifically Main Street- Astral was ill-equipped in dealing with this new menace. Even without his usually abilities his intuition told him that the creature was not to be trusted, there fore when it began rampaging he was not surprised. He like so many others was forced to make a strategic though hardly-dignified retreat. Although he was still able to float through the air, he was more tangible than he had ever been in his own dimension and that allowed him to get swept away in the crowd.

The passel of strangers were looking for any place they could seek refuge in, that could hold the full capacity of those who needed it. When Astral realized on where they had decided to hide, he protested adamantly. "No, not in there!" but no one was really listening to him. Trying to free himself before they made it inside, he ultimately failed. In an instant the door swung open and he was forced inside with the rest.

As a reflex he screwed his eyes shut, fearing the worst. It was already too late, though wasn't it? He had seen all these humans entering one of those magical rooms that Yuma told him about. He waited a few more moments, perplexed, because the shuffling noises around him were from larger creatures than the more diminutive rodents he'd been expecting them to turn into.

Carefully, he opened one eye, and surveyed the room. Tile stretched out along the floor, and all the humans appeared... well.... normal.

"I do not understand..." he voiced quietly, followed by, "I was under the impression that if I ever saw a human in one of these restroom areas.... they would turn into a rodent. Is... that not the truth?" Why would Yuma have lied to him about something like this? This was one confused alien.

IV.

Floating through the line in the apartment cafeteria, Astral looked questioningly at all the available food items. He really wasn't sure which of these he should commit to his tray and later consume because he really had no experience with needing to eat. He did so hate that newfound feeling of hunger though and he wanted to do whatever he must to prevent it. Humans were a much more resilient species than he had ever realized before, seeing as they were able to endure such abdominal pain.

Spotting a pan of rice, he brightened up a little. That looked like something Yuma's grandma would have prepared all the time for her family so it was comforting to see. Scooping up the white granules he filled his plate with a great deal of them. After all... Yuma always consumed a large amount of this dish, so surely he should too.

Astral didn't add anything else to it, as he then looked for an available table to.... sit at? Or he could just avoid the chair altogether and hover by the table like normal. There were far too many new things to get used to.

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From friendly to crestfallen, the change was too sudden not to have been noticed. Anyone else might have let her walk away without another word but not this one. He took a few quick steps to catch up with her as she swept her way out of the classroom and then fell into a quick almost hopping pace beside her.

"Didn't part on the best of terms did we... he I mean, that older version of me you haven't seen in years."

He stumbled slightly.

"I am sorry. I flit around from place to place so often but I don't like leaving friends when they are upset, even if I technically haven't met them yet. You have a key. I wouldn't have given that to you if we had ended up hating one another now would I?"

A smiled hopefully, but it faded quickly when she seemed very focused on what ever mission was driving her across the street.

"Isn't there anything I can do?"

"No but apparently you need a muzzle for that fat mouth." Sheesh what did it take to get the jolly green giant to butt out of his business?

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"Con someone...?" Picking that word out instantly. "Well, I would personally prefer to avoid doing that... but I'm sure as time progresses resources will become more available." Providing that this aide that Merlin has enlisted is able to drive back the negative influences.

He might have puffed up slightly. Aahz had a very healthy ego, but he did always appreciate when someone stroked it. He nodded. "Aahz. No relation."

"Promises, promises..."

He gasped as the second chicken came into view and leveled it's gaze right at him. As any brave and noble Doctor would do he slowly slid back along the wall the way he had come until he could grab a firm hold of the other Doctor's arm, a little comfort and support in despite times!

"Big fellow, isn't he?"

He looked again.

"Oh I'm sorry, she. Then that means this one..."

The Doctor slowly peered up.

"Very definitely a male. With all that flapping around you were doing could he have thought you a rival for the lady's attentions?"

The rooster they hid under ruffled his feathers and let out a deafening cockadoodledoo. A noise so thunderously loud the Second Doctor very nearly stumbled off his feet.

"I think he might still be upset."

Then the rooster having noticed the direction it's mate was looking slowly lowered it's head, the large beak came down nearly between them. Ideas... why were there always a lack of ideas at moments like this!

"It's very kind of you to help." He tried not to make eye contact as they sorted through his clothes. It just felt so odd having someone else look at... well the articles of clothing no one else should see. I mean sure, the servants at the palace might see them but it's not like he was standing there beside them at the time. So Atem could sort of distance himself from that concept, but here there was no escaping it. You wouldn't think something this ordinary could be so embarrassing. He'd better commit all her instructions to memory so he would never be in this position again. "Your mom sounds like quite the character herself," Not knowing how else to answer that. This didn't really seem like the best place to pick up a date, but then again..... dating was more of a foreign concept to him too. There hadn't been any time for it between all the threats that his world had faced. "I suppose... you couldn't really know they weren't the right guy until dating them first and gave them a chance." He said in her defense.

Recognizing the gesture he reached out to shake her hand. "The name's Atem." No last name, just Atem. It still felt great being able to say he had one. "It's nice to meet you Rose." Looking to the two piles, he made a mental note of what she was instructing. "Sounds simple enough."

For a moment, he questioned if he'd said something wrong with how silent she became. "I mean.. clearly it isn't that simple... or everyone would just instinctively-" OH. This wasn't about him, or this moment it was about something she remembered from the past. Then with a bit of a laugh. "She is definitely a character. It sounds like all guys had better watch themselves around her."

Giant? Oh he wished that had been said, Aahz was used to being one of the shorter members of the team.

He threw his head back and laughed. He was going to look forward to watching this guy fall flat on his face.

He shrugged. "Available does not necessarily mean free."

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I'm sorry for Chazz's attitude

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No worries. I play a LOT of jerks. I'm constantly apologizing.

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