An Invitation to the Unknown

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Raven Hawk's Invitation

Raven Hawk boarded his ship, his monthly inspection and naturally check on part of his horde that had been stored there. Void of any crew, the legendary pirate dragon scrolled the deck, sipping on a rootbeer as he inspected every aspect of his beloved flagship. With Madison off sailing into the unknown, they were down by one. Never let it be said a Dragon wasn't prepared for anything and everything. Cannons had been polished, artillery restocked and naturally.. his horde.. well intact.

A hail from the dock as a servant waved a scroll. A missive had arrived marked urgent and for the Master of the House of Lords alone. Accepting the scroll, Raven waved the servant off his ship. His ship, his domain, his.. man/dragon cave so to speak. Dragons were a greedy lot when it came to their hordes, don'tcha know.

Settling on a dais, he kicked his feet up and eyed the scroll. His mate was right, those dais' were right comfy and came in handy as he sat in the sun. One hand dropped down to flip open the vast enchanted chest. One side, held ice cold rootbeers, the ice courtesy of Tejar and the other.. Philly Cheese steaks. His horde was a glorious thing.

A small breath of flames at the cheese steak to warm it up, and Raven cracked the wax seal. Right nice seal that was. Very interesting if not unknown ensignia. Ah well...


Dear Raven, Lord of the Dragon Horde....Master of the House of Lords...Infamous Pirate King of the Seven Seas..

They sure knew who he was..Raven, grinned as his greatest feats were regaled in the titles.

'You are cordially invited to ......'

The earth shook, as the clouds grew dark above him. If he didn't know better, it almost look like a typhoon was going to hit Eygpt! Lunging to feet, Raven raced to the rails of his ship. Another violent shake sent him careening back into the mast as his entire ship..creaked and cracked loudly, before being whisked up into the air, spinning wildly about like child's toy.

Around and around the flagship spun as Raven was forced to grip talon and fang into the mast of his own bloody damn ship. Just wait until he got his claws on the idiot that caused this mess! The heavens above him shifted colors...blue, to grey, to black as night...to ORANGE?

A jarring thud as his ship settled down..in the middle of a desert?!? Raven loosened his grip standing up as he moved to the rails of the ship. Nothing but desert... as far as the eye could see. Raven closed his eyes and mentally cursed. Now what had he done to piss off his wife. Only his tricksy little Snake would come up with a prank like this.

Opening his eyes, he climbed to the rail. A wicked grin forming on features as blue eyes shifted to black. If his wife wished to play.. so be it. Everyone knows.. a Dragon plays to win.

'INANNNA!'' He roared and leapt forward.

WHUMP!

'WHAT THE FUCK!?!' Raven lifted his head spitting out sand. Rising to feet, as he'd landed face first in the cursed sand he shook his head. 'Alright.. you're playing hard ball, my love.' Another running start as he prepared to take flight as a dragon.

WHUMP! and.. again. WHUMP! One more time. WHUMP!

Raven cursed up a storm as he stomped back to his ship. Flopping on the dais, he flicked open his chest.

'At least she left me my damn pleasures...' Stare. His horde?

Running the ship, all was as it should be. Cannons, artillery, rum, rootbeer, cheesesteaks. A sigh of relief. The only thing truly missing besides a blessed clue as to what happened..was his dragon!

And.. so... the Pirate King's adventure....begins.


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Your character has been teleported to a new place..of the unknown. Nothing is as he knows it to be. As you can see..he has been stripped of his dragon ability. However, as he was on his ship.. all items stored on his ship..are at his disposal. Play fair..nothing to tricked out. None may board the ship without Raven's permission. Hell, no one can even see it.. unless Raven reveals it. Where Raven treads..the ship itself will follow.

For this.. Raven will have to rely on his Pirate nature. He does have his fire breath..have to warm up those cheesesteaks somehow. There are no maps. He is completely alone. The stores on the ship..replenish themselves every 24 hours..so they in essence..will never run out.

Good Luck.. Pirate King.

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Ravyn's Invitation

'When I get my hands them!' Ravyn growled as he restocked the bar. No doubt Falcon was hiding someplace and that infernal fey no one could tell where she was when not attached his progeny. He really should just eat the creature and be done with it. What was the point of co-ownership if he was stuck doing all the work?!?!

Though, it was a damn good bar, if he did say so himself..and he did. He was the Elder was he not. His word was law..never to be questioned. Lip curl as he snapped fingertips. The pour of a glass of bloodwine as he eyed the mail on his bar. Bill, bill, 2nd notice? Calli was a dead woman. Bill..ah.. this was interesting.

A lovely choice of card stock and matching enevelope. Turning it over a brow raised as the wax seal. Stylish. Sipping the wine, he slid a claw through the seal and tugged the card free.

Dear Ravyn,
You are cordially invited to..

Birds of Prey shook violently! The bottles on the bar shook and overturned as Ravyn growled gripping onto the bar before hm. Eyes flashed red as he enforced the wards on his lovely club.

'FALCON YOU DUMBASSED FARM BOY GET UP HERE!'

Behind him, the entire back bar plummeted into a growing black hole as the flooring disappeared. Ravyn growled again as he rolled crimson eyes. Moments later, the bar he gripped under hands was falling through the same black hole.

'FUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKK!

It was hard to say how long he fell. Minutes, hours, days.. whatever. Ravyn leant against the bar, drumming his nails. Reaching to side he poured another glass of wine as he, the back bar and the bar..continued to fall. Not one curse, spell or unholy fit, the vampire through stopped the descent. In fact, it was all he could do was sit at his bar and drink.

Suddenly, it all changed. The absolute black was a staggeringly bright ORANGE!

WHAMP! CRACK! Teeter!

Ravyn landed sprawled across a teetering bar.. on a cliff. Just another day at the local neighborhood BDSM bar!

'I'm gonna eat someone for this.'
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CONGRATS! Your character has been teleported to the unknown. Nothing here is as he knows it to be. As you can see.. your character has come equipped with his own bar! Lucky you! However, it does come at a price. Ravyn has been stripped of his Beast. Therefore, limiting his abilities. As he is a vampire.. that part reamins in tact.. or where would the fun be in all this.

Where Ravyn goes...his bar will follow. No shit, we're serious. The bar will follow him. All items on the back bar and the bar itself..remain intact. So the bar, the stools..only four..and the entire back bar are with Ravyn. The bar will replinish itself every 24 hours so they never run out. Ravyn's bar can only be shared by invitation and only four guests.. there's only four stools. We'll allow up to six, your choice. Just move the stools to the other side of the bar..and there you have it.

As you can see.. Ravyn is on a cliff, only cause we really wanted to leave him hanging someplace. We love you! Ooo yeah.. one more thing.. he's all alone to boot! No more pesky annoyances. -snickers-

Good Luck, Ravyn

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Falcon Tynes' Invitation

Falcon Tynes, a two hundred and fifty year old vampire...who was still trying to figure out HOW TO BE a Vampire, was as usual, napping in his dungeon. For real. It was the like one of the perfect places to hide for the premier Dom at Birds of Prey. No one dared enter his dungeons without permission, or at the very least cash to pay his fee. Lip curl.

Lying on the surgical table, he folded his arms behind his head. Home.. sweet home. KNOCK! The growl emiited as he slid off the table to open the closed door. Dammit, What now? Lulu was off doing whatever Fairies did and the Dungeon Doll was with her brother. As far as he knew.. Ravyn was carousing around, having left the zombies to handle all other matters of Birds of Prey. Jerking open the door he growled.

Zombie.

Plucking the envelope with his name on it, he slammed the door on the Zombie, ignoring the arm flaying on his floor. Turning the envelope in hand he returned to the surgical table and laid down opening it.

Dear Falcon Tynes,
You're cordially invited to....

The room shook violently, flipping over the table and sending Falcon into a wall. Earthquake? Falcon staggered to feet as he was jostled about in his dungeon. Since when did Long Island have earthquakes?
The shaking lasted all of five mintues as Falcon growled. His prefectly organized dungeon was a wreck.

He watched the zombie hand finger walk itself from under Ravyn's over turned throne. Zombies! May as well put them to work. Turning to the door, he gripped the knob and turned opening it.

Stare. Slam. Open. Stare. Slam.

So this is what happens to a vampire when he doesn't feed regularly. Got it. Falcon opened the door again.

Stare. Slam!

'RAVYN, YOU OLDER THAN DIRT PAIN IN MY ASS! I GET IT! I'LL FEED!'

Falcon roared at the top of his lungs. Opening the door one more time. 'I'm in hell.' The vampire dom murmured as he stared out the door. Nothing but ORANGE...and PINK...for miles. A tug at his pant leg, Falcon glanced down at the zombie hand on the floor. Thumbflick to the bottle of Corona from the mini fridge kept in the dungeon. YA THINK!

Falcon slammed the door shut, snagged the beer and stalked to the table he righted and laid out on once again.

He wasn't sure which part was worse.. the orange sky.. or seemingly endless pink sea that his entire dungeon..was floating on.

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WAY TO GO, FALCON! You're in HELL! No really, you're character has been teleported to the unknown, where nothing is as we know it. Sorta explains the pink sea. You have arrived with your entire dungeon and its contents. It will go where you go and can only hold by invitation as many as you can dominate at once.

Drawback.. you've been stripped of your beast..though still retain your vampire self. YAY! Perk.. you picked up a new sidekick! We've taken the liberty of naming..Zombie Hand...or Handy for short, cause we're ubber cool like that.

As you can see.. things do work differently here..since your dungeon is floating on a pink sea. But, again..you are blessedly alone with a mini fridge that will replenish every 24 hours so you never run out of the contents in it. Hope there's blood bags with those Coronas.

On behalf of Whacked Out Cruises....we hope you'll enjoy your trip. Bon Voyage!

Good Luck Falcon.

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Callista Kabal's Invitation

Callista Kabal was at Carrion Designs. Power Shopping was a girl's best friend and face it no one shopped like the Time Mage. Seriously, those 24 hour sales.. not a problem! Door busters were a breeze! Yes, Virginia, Callista Kabal was the Queen of the Power Shopping.

Setting her bottle of water on the counter, the rummaging began in her purse, she paused coming across an envelope. Squeal! An invitation! PARTY! Fishing out her phone, she dialed her sister. Too cool a party invite.. just what they needed. Oh hell, she'd need to get a new outfit. Nothing she was purchasing screamed PARTY!

'Hey..KK.. got an invite to a party.. '

Opening the envelope, she adjusted her cell against her ear and slid her card across the counter.

Dear Callista Kabal,

You are cordially invited to....

The shop shook as the lights flickered. Callista yelped dropping her phone as she grabbed onto something. A blood curling scream as she flew backwards. Flailing hands to grab anything to stop herself. Craptastic...that bottle of Evian so wasn't gonna help!

Head over ass, into the racks and and slam into the dressing rooms. So disoriented, she'd been unable to completely stop the flow of time, though slowing it a bit, did stop the funky spiked leather jacket sleeve from taking out her face!

'We so need to talk, Sebastian.' She muttered as she plucked the sleeve from her line of vision and climbed out of the pile of clothes packed into the dressing room with her. Arranging her bag across her body she flipped her hair out a bit.

'Ok, still in tact..' Shake of head as she took five steps and glanced around. 'OMI FUCKING GOD!'

Brown eyes rolled in her pretty little head as Callista fainted dead away. One couldn't blame the little Time Mage, all alone under an Orange sky. One minute she was minding her own business, power shopping, the next...she's staring at this....



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So, she ain't Dorothy! We all know Raven Hawk ate the Wizard, and Kansas would never be this cool!
Callista, your character has been teleported into the unknown. Nothing is as we know it to be. Cause, again, to damn easy. You are completely alone..but you may find that cellphone in the mass of clothes. A girl should never be without her American Express Black and cellphone. But..really.. who ya gonna call?!?!

That bottle of water is in there to! No worries, it replenishes every 24 hours. Pending on how big that bottle is..we strongly suggest..small sips. Despite being utterly alone..and the time bending ability slightly on the blink..you are the character with an outfit for every occassion! How cool is that?!!? Yes, Callista was teleported in the dressing room..which oddly seems bottomless. Think of an outfit.. naturally one that would be in Carrion Designs. Maybe she could dress her new buddy.. provided she wakes up..before it thinks she's dinner!

As always, whatever is in her bag or on her person made it through. Here's hoping she's packing a few blades. Since it wouldn't be us.. we're totally limiting you to ten. (10) That's it TEN! LOL! So make every shot count!

Good Luck Fashionista!


SHOOT- Pictures don't work.. so here's the link to the visual..thank Ravyn for this one. -cackles-

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Grr...you'll figure it out.

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

The Heifer Harem Gems - Topaz Invitation

Topaz flipped through her recipe book and sighed. She wanted a damn challenge and there seemed to be nothing in here she had no made 100 times already. As she came to the middle the book fell open and there in its pages was an envelope with her name written across it.

This had never been here before so of course she plucked it out and moved to the counter to rest her ass back against it as she opened it.

Topaz, one of the Heifer Harem and Wife of Tejar Kabal,

You are cordially invite to....

Her entire kitchen started to shake and as it did dishes, pots, pans, and all matter of utensils fell to the ground and crashed. She cursed and moved to run out the french double doors when she saw it....nothing...a big black hole. "What the FUCK is going on?? TEJAR!!!!!!" she screamed but it was like her voice carried no where and echoed in the room she stood.

She didn't know if it was hours or minutes later but once more the room shook and she fell flat on her ass. Apparently the Kabal Tiger was not at her best today. When she got to her feet her jaw...dropped. Half her fucking kitchen was gone!!!! And what was there was a good 80 foot drop off the side of a cliff. She let out a frustrated scream and then moved back as more rocks dropped off the side of the cliff....

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CONGRATULATIONS Topaz!!! Your character has been teleported to the great unknown where nothing is as we know it to be. Currently you are now in half a kitchen hanging off the side of a cliff with no one is sight...so your alone Tiger!

You have arrived with the best half of your kitchen. Fridge, stove, sink, and cabinets....all that refill every 24 hours. No one can come in your kitchen without invitation and you must hand them any food made. Oh and last little bit...The kitchen goes where you do so no worries about ever going hungry...wherever you are....

enjoy your trip...Tejar had been promising a second honeymoon right???

Worst case scenario.. break out the china.. it is the good china in the kitchen, right? Start baking Betty Crocker..and..watch your balance there! We suggest no heavy dishes. Jus' sayin'

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

The Heifer Harem Gems - Pearl's Invitation

Pearl sat the desk going through today's mail for Tejar when she found it. An envelope addressed to her? Who would be sending her anything...and there was no return address...

She stood with her Starbucks cup firmly in her other hand as she traced the top of the lap top bag, that was still over her shoulder from when she walked through the door, and then opened the envelope and began to read.

Pearl, Member of the Heifer Harem, Wife of Tejar Kabal,

You are cordially invited to....

The floor beneath her began to shake and just as she moved to run it broke and she began to fall. She screamed in a near ear piercing way and then gripped her bag and coffee for dear life as she fell into a void of nothingness. Closing her eyes she spoke softly. "All a bad dream....will wake up curled up next to Daddy and Topaz....all a bad dream...."

Minutes, hours, whatever later and she fell to her knees without warning. Opening her eyes slowly she looked around and blinked a few times and then saw the sandy beach as she gasped. "What the....OK CALLI GREAT JOKE"....She gulped a bit. "Calli?" She stood and shook the sand out of her hair and groaned as she realized she was alone!"I should of stayed in bed naked today....Tejar is not gonna be happy..."

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WAY TO GO, PEARL! Ya didn't spill that coffee! Your character has been teleported the unknown, where nothing is as we know it.

So you're alone, and Daddy's little girl. Time to put on the big girl panties..you did pack a spare in the laptop case right?

Anyhoo, buck up, hun. You're on the beach! Watch the shoes. How cool is that? A big ol' beach entirely to yourself. Here's hoping that wi-fi and tricked out harddrive Alec put on that laptop work in the unknown.

Better keep that coffee handy. Seriously, are you on a diet? It replenishes every 24 hours..um..small sips, sweety.

Good Luck Numbers Girl!

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Kenya Kabal's Invitation

'No no no..c'mon...who the hell taught you climb...' Kenya Kabal..gamer extradinaire glared at her HDTV screen with a scowl on her face. With no one around, the Brat was all settled for a lovely afternoon of gaming and bad movies. Ooh yeah..and penguin sitting. Shake of head. Why her sister had a pet penguin was beyond her. Actually..why the thing was purple..was beyond her. Nevertheless, there she was on the plush oversized couch with Petey, the penguin and his can of sardines, happily munching and waving a wing at the screen.

'Damn straight..Ezio's an ass. Seriously, he's supposed to get the Armor of Altir..he can't even jump straight.'

She did love how she could talk the penguin. He understood her. Despite her being the one with the controller in hand..it was all Ezio's fault. Beside him, was Snarf, Kenya's own beloved enchanted bear, rummaging through the Taco Bell sack. Yes, Sack. You try feeding yourself and an enchanted Bear.

Somewhere in the side of the couch of was the emergency bottle of Tequila. Seriously.. one should not game..or watch a bad 80's movie sober!

Snarf tugged the blanket over his lap as Kenya's cell went off. Tossing it at her head, the Brat caught it mid-air. 'County Morgue!'

Dark eyes widen. Invite? Sweeeeet! Off the couch to the kitchen to rummage through the mail, neither of them ever read. So had to work on that. Oooo!

Bouncing back to the couch, she kicked her legs out, resting them on the tv stand as she cradled the controller in hand, while leaning against the couch. Hand rose in the air. 'TACO SUPREME me, Snarf'

Snagging her treat, she unwrapped it and opened her invitation.

Dear Kenya Kabal, Street Rat extradinare, Master Thief,

You are cordially invited to....

EARTHQUAKE!

No, this was just more twisted. The walls of the building collapsed. Really, all of it came tumbling down like a ton of bricks. The ceiling, who the fuck is gonna notice where the ceiling went, when the sides of the building just collapsed!?!!?

The screams echoed yet, no one seemed to hear. The spiraling living room swirled around in the abyss. Petey clung to his sardines in one wing and Kenya's braids in the other, while Snarf had a paw full of Purple Pengiun flipper and mouthful of its tail. Hell, self preservation by any means necessary. Every bear for himself.

THUD!

They landed hard. Kenya screamed and dove forward hands out stretched to save the HDTV that was toppling over. Hell that bitch was a 130 custom made television. Damn straight, she was protecting it.

Flopping down on her rump she flipped her braids back and sighed. 'Petey....Snarf?' Where were they?
Turning around, Kenya blinked twice and thank Gods she was already sitting, she may have fallen over with this one.

So, there was her couch. The Taco Bell sack, the X Box 360, the controller, a can of sardines, a bottle of Tequila, and one massive purple penguin staring its wings then at her, then its wings and back again.

'kenya..wha the fucks...does dragons are dead! where's me whifflesbats!'

Two steps taken towards her and he fell face first. 'WHAT DA HELL'S I'SE WADDLES!'

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Kenya and Snarf! Your characters have been transported to the unknown. Where nothing..is as we know it.
Just think no one around. Just you, the Taco Bell, tequila, sardines and an Xbox! Sweet deal!

Only drawback.. Kenya.. you couldn't pick a lock if your life depended on it! Sorry, Chica..but just think..you can finish Assassin's Creed!

Snarf.. as per the accord..you're not human.. you're now a Purple Penguin! Betcha ddin't see that one coming! You're enchantedness still holds.. but.. you now tend to think like..a penguin. Hope you like sardines..cause Penguins love them!

Your Taco Bell, Tequila and sardines will replenish every 24 hours. You have your couch. So..it shouldn't be so bad. And..don't worry about the orange sky.. its perfectly normal. Though.. you may want to think about the blue trees there. What do they put in those tacos these days.

Good Luck, Street Rat
Good Luck, Snarf, the enchanted...Penguin

Hope there's breath mints in that couch.. sheesh. Fish breath..just..icky!

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

The Heifer Harem Gems - Emerald's Invitation

Emerald stood atop of three barrels, going over her inventory. Merlots Check...Chardonnay, Check..Mosactos Check. In front of her each poured in a different glass. She needed to make the wine was perfect before shipping. And wine tasting was a tricky thing at best. Lets face it she could be here hours!


Five bottles including one of the bloodwynes she was making new for the vampires....Hey they were one of her best customers...had to keep them happy right and a late shipment was not going to do that. God but did she have to try it??? Nah, screw it. Ravyn'd let her know when he got it. Back to the Merlot, Chardonnay and Moscatos. Wines were so devine!

A brow lifted as the blonde saw an envelope attached to her clip board. Opening a bottle she started to pour the wyne as she opened and read the invitation.


Dear Emerald, Member of the Heifer Harem, Lover of Kejar Kabal,


You are cordially invited too.....


She yelped and spilled wine down the front of her dress as the room started shaking. Grabbing the glass and still holding the bottle she ducked her head and within moments she was floating in a world of nothingness....on barrels full of her wines. "You have got to be fucking kidding me...I don't even look like Alice!" Flailing arms, there went the clipboard as she worked hard to run on the rolling barrels under her feet, catching the doorframe, she gripped onto teh crisscrossed blades over the door as they were her vineyards emblem. A sigh of relief..then scream as she kept going..running on three barrel, clutching to swords.


Seconds later she landed with a thump and fell right off the wooden barrels, groaning she got up and had even more wine down the front of herself. "Fucking wonderful...fuck Wonderland...." She looked around and realized she was in the middle of a plains...alone...and...what the hell was that rustling!!!!

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Emerald, Welcome. Your character has been teleported to the unkown. Where nothing is as we know it. Fear not, you have not been sent..wanting. Lady, you have three barrels of your best Merlot, Chardonnay and Moscato! A wine for every occassion. Nothing will phase you in the least. And lets not forget.. you have two swords. Just two.. so.. don't lose 'em. We can't replace 'em.

Since you are human.. we've decided your challenge.. well not that its a challenge.. but look at the others..you get the jist. You're still a smokin' hot blonde, with barrels that will replenish every 24 hours, and your own wine glass! See, we're thoughtful.

You're also...well.. you were in that winery for awhile..tasting those wines making sure they're perfect..and they are. You're a tad bit...drunker than a skunk. Never you mind what's rustling..just push those barrels down the hill and jump on. Who knew..a drunk could roller barrel!

Good Luck, ya friggin' Lush!

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

The Heifer Harem Gems - Garnet's Invitation

That had been her longest run yet, well for a morning run anyway. 30 miles and fuck she was hyped. What was it about a good run that got her juices flowing. Stripped and stepping in the shower Garnet groaned as the hot water hit her skin and turned it a lovely shade of pink. Her hands ran along her body as she rinsed off the sweat from her run and then as she looked up she saw it.

"Who the hell puts a letter in the shower?!?" She snatched it down and stepped out of the stream of water and ripped it opened growling. "If this is some kind of joke I am going to whip somebodys ass." She began to read then....

Dear Garnet, Member of the Heifer Harem, Lover of Kejar and Pearl Kabal,

You are cordially invited to.....

All but one of the walls shuddered and fell away....The shower head still stood and rained hot water down on her and before the walls fell completely she grabbed her two guns and chambered a round. "What the bloody hell is going on?!?!?"

And then the floor dropped and her with it and the English Rose fell right on her Ass! She leaned her back against the one remaining wall and held on tight. She couldn't even think to reach the water valves let alone the towels swining above her head.

She merely held onto her guns and prayed...as well as wondering who was getting shot for this.
Shoot, blow up, and shoot all over again.

Lifting her head, she blinked. Orange sky? Bloody Hell. The shower curtain flew up with the towels, leaving Garnet to grasp for the edges. What do you know? That former Captain of the Queens Royal Airforce was just crafty. Home..well shower made parachute!

She was just going to float down and pray to god and country she landed on something soft.

THUD!

Staggering a bit, she blinked. Ok, sturdy worked well too. Pulling the curtain back, she flipped the wet hair from face and yanked a towel about her. Where the bloody hell was she and why was the bloody sea...pink!

Ever proper, the English Rose did turn off her water, return the shampoo and conditioner to the rack under the spray and hug her guns as she stepped out onto...a big floating cement box.

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The British are coming.. The British are coming! Oh..yeah..The British are here!

Garnet, your character has been teleported to the unknown where nothing is as we know it. You may be a mere human, but you are military..and by the grace of God and Queen..British.

It doesn't matter you're stark naked. It doesn't matter you're on top of a floating cement box. It doesn't matter you've only got two guns, shampoo, conditioner, a bar of Dove soap and a shower stall! You are the English Rose..you will be clean!

At least, the shampoo, conditioner and Dove soap replenish every 24 hours. Along with the bullets in the guns. No exceeding the max amount in a clip..for a hand gun.

At least no one can see..you're bare assed...for now. Watch out for the tricked out tuna of the sea!

Good luck, English Rose..don't get sun burned!

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Shadow Hawk's Invitation

Nothing like a vacation! Or so he had heard. Shadow Hawk had never had one. Then again, before Shar there'd been alot of things he'd never had.. like rootbeer, twinkies, cheese steaks and..there was something else.. oh yeah.. cowboy hats and sex while wearing cowboy hats.

(Don't ask.. we all know a Dragon and a Wolf..are bound to come up with some freaky deeky)

Alas, Shadow, traipsed through the woods to the creek. On his own since his mate was doing something that involved four wheels. He took this time to embrace nature and learn the art of fly fishing!

Whistling a happy little ditty, he reached in his bucket for a worm. He'd been told the best bait..was live bait. Really, like he didn't know that? He was a Dragon after all. All his best meals..had been live!

'Nobody loves me....everybody hates me.. guess I'll go eat some worms!' Nose twitch. Silly little song, but hell if the fish ate the worms, worked for him.

The hook, the cast and...the wait. Garbed in shorts and a tank top, he'd even scored one of those nifty fishing caps to boot! He was..the quintisential fisherman! No skimping for this Dragon. He had his rubber boots, his rubber overalls and was ready to catch some flying fish. Just.. how did the fish get the wings he pondered.

While waiting, he trudged back to land and reached for a rootbeer in his little mini cooler. The line jerked. He got one! Dropping his soda, he turned and waded out into the water to reel that sucker in! Big one too! Given the fight it put up. And low and behold, it jumped out of the water.

'Oh..so that's the flying part. Strange.' Shadow murmured as he reeled in the massive fish.
Dropping the thing in his bucket he arched a brow. The human world would never cease to amaze him. Fish came with letters here!

Prying the envelope from its mouth, he opened it.

Dear Lord Shadow Hawk, Gaurdian of Souls,

You are cordially invited to......

The rocks shook as the water crashed over him and his buckets, pulling the dragon into the creek. Drowning in water, being slapped in the face by ticked off fish, Shadow flailed. Blue eyes shifted to black as he growled underwater. Further down he plunged. Those weight bearing boots and overalls were sinking him.

Finally he broke the surface, in a fit of rage as he dragged himself to land. Spitting out a fish that had somehow been lodged in his teeth he frowned. What happened? The clank of bucket against a rock, there was his worms, his fishing rod, his fishing hat and mini cooler.

What do you know.. he still had that mondo fish he'd caught. Flopping down he laid on the ground and stared at the sky.

Why was the sky Orange? Sitting up, he glanced around again. This..was not his creek on the reservation. Not with the blue damned trees. Growling he summoned his dragon...and promptly...sneezed!?!?!

'Shar...is going to lose her fur.'

Gathering his wares, the ever calm, cool and collected Dragon..began to walk. If anything to see what he could see.

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Shadow Hawk your character has been teleported to the unknown, where nothing is as we know it to be.

Congratulations, you really are the smarter one. You've figured out..your dragon is gone without pummeling yourself on the ground..like another dragon we won't mention.

Yet, like him, you do retain your dragon breath..but oh dear.. you seem to have caught..the sniffles. As mentioned, you have you fishing gear! Since..you never know when the mood may strike. And your mini cooler with your rootbeers..that will replenish along with your bucket of worms every 24 hours. Should you eat the two fish you manage to bring with you, they two will regenerate, unless you lose the bones..then Hoss, you're totally going fishing in any body of pink water you come across. Put them in the bucket. We strongly suggest if the water looks..fishy..so to speak..don't fish there. Stick with the pink.. jus' sayin'. Would you trust a blood red river?

Walk on fearless noble dragon..by the way.. dig the hat!

Good Luck, Shadow Hawk

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Tejar laid in his bed because well...he could. Topaz was supposed to bring him breakfast any moment and after begrudgingly letting Pearl go to work he was enjoying blessed silence. He of course was buck ass naked because lets face it those two were not about to let him sleep with clothing ON! But then they didn't wear a damn thing to sleep in either so turn about's fair play.

Mind wandered to the night before and his lips spreading into a grin as he lifted his arms he slid them under his head and then blinked. "What the hell???" Taking the envelope out from under the pillow and read his name that was written across the front of it. An invitation? When would Pearl or Topaz hide it here?? Opening it he began to read...

Tejar Kabal, youngest of the Gemini Twins, Husband to....many,

You are cordially invited to....

The bed began to shake and rock and Tejar sat straight up but before he could even set his foot on the floor it fell away along with the walls. Oddly enough he gripped the bedside table as the bed, table, and he began free falling and soon were consumed into...well...nothingness. His eyes narrowed...

"Callista if this is some kind of game you won't sit for a week when I get my hands on you....you and my baby sister!" It had to be them...no one else would fuck with him like this...right? Pffft if only the poor boy knew!!!

Suddenly heat washed over him and the sun, wait the sun is green??? Where in the blue hell was he! Then it hit CRASH, CRACK, BANG!!! The bed and table were slamming into the branches of a blue tree?!? "What the hell is this candy land???"

Finally with a loud CRASH he hit the jungle floor and fell back into the bed groaning as a branch fell off and smacked him in the head.
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Tejar Kabal! HA! Your character has been teleported to the unknown. Apparently, along with your bed and nightstand..for where would one half of the Twin Gods of Seduction be without a bed!

Because well we're girls dammit and Tejar is one hawt mutha..he retains his looks, his charm and skill in bed! That bed, holds as many as you can juggle in bed..by invitation. Whatever is in the nightstand..is at your disposal and will replenish every 24 hours.

And.. because we're girls...we are gonna mess with you. Seriously, you are the Golden boy..but it wouldn't be fair if you didn't get your fair share of the 'WTF' ish.

Your skill in bed...is still there..but you gotta get it all done in thirty minutes or its blue ball city for you! You also retain your legendary strength..but..yeah..you guessed it.. that thing with the ice..is on the fritz. You're gonna have to get creative there, Lord of the Jungle!

Good Luck, Tejar Kabal...and oooh..we hear leaves are making a huge comeback this season!

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Sharing Tears Invitation

'YEEEEHAAAW!' Shar squealed as she spun around in the four-wheeler! Off roading was the best way to kill some time. Nothing but open dirt, dust, cowboy hat (Really?!) and her four wheeler! Granted, this was Sharing Tears so there was a gun rack jimmed to the damn thing. Never knew when you may need to take down a raging buffalo or something.

Jamming to Metallica she reached for her canteen. Crisp cold water to wash down that Beef Jerky she was gnawing on. This.. was the life. No contracts, no buzzing phones, no one shooting at her. She may just have to consider retiring from the whole bounty hunter gig.

Bump! The glove compartment snapped opened and an envelope floated to the seat. Pulling over, Shar picked it up, as she tugged the jerky from teeth.

Her name was on it. Giggle. Seriously, she giggles...when no one is around. Shadow Hawk left her a love note?! So now you know.. Shadow Hawk makes the Bounty Hunter...giggle. (GAG!)

Dear Sharing Tears, Lakota Bounty Hunter

You are cordially invited to.....

The cloud of dust and debris rose with tornado like winds, leaving no time for Shar to get away, only grab onto the wheel and stomp on the gas. A valiant effort as the wolf girl snarled, struggling to get hold of her vehicle and grab ahold of her precious gun rack that was vastly endanger of coming off!

Whisked up into the funnel, Shar howled as she spun round and round faster than that little house leaving Kansas. Only to crash down minutes later..on another road.

That..was weird. Where the hell was she? Rising up a bit, she tipped her hat back a bit and surveyed the land. Nothing open dirt road..but her nose...yes, her blessed wolf nose..smelled..water in the distance.

Sinking back down in her seat, she kicked the 4 wheeler into drive and headed off..you know it..following her nose! There was no way she could have seen nor been prepared for the slope to her right..and three rolling barrels headed her way.

Brace for impact!

Maybe that wasn't water she smelled after all.


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Sharing Tears your character has been teleported to the unknown where nothing is as we know it to be.

You have arrived with your 4 Wheeler that can hold only one other passenger! You have your canteen and your beef jerky. They'll replenish every 24 hours. Along with your guns. You're only allowed two, Huntress. Sorry thems the rules.

You can only shift to your wolf form once a day..and will remain in that form, until sunrise. So pick and choose when you shift. Also.. you really are in touch with your wolf side here..try to remember to take off your clothes..before you shift.. you've only got one set of clothes here. No need to show all your business.

Carry on Wayward Wolf girl... Kill 'em All..while gnawing on the jerky!

Good Luck, Sharing Tears

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Mackenzie Ray's Invititation

Kejar Kabal slid under the Land Rover Ranger Rover SUV, changing the oil on it. Unbelievable! He'd returned to the Estate to find the place abandoned. Not one soul floating about to get under his skin. Leaving him to much needed quiet time with his $135,000 new obsession.

Never count your chickens before their hatched. The fluffy slippers were just a bad omen. Lovely, first sign of life and it's the accountant. Rolling out from under the car, Kejar sighed. "How much are we in debt now?" His eyes rolled in his head as the voice didn't match the shoes presented. Mackenzie Ray?!?!?

'Bout as much as the round trip flight from Russia.. you know I billed it to you.' Grin, before she turned on heel and headed into the estate. 'Thought I'd visit for a bit. Where's Tejar? I got Chinese, beer and ice cream.'

Nothing screamed Mackenzie Ray, more than her black shag coat and her camoflague pj's. Chuckling she opened the freezer in the kitchen and blinked as an envelope fell out bearing her name. Picking it up she shrugged still holding the case of beer, and ice cream as she opened it.

'Dear Mackenzie Ray, Owner of Club Karma,

You are cordially invited to....

Mackenzie read aloud as she lifted the bag with the ice cream towards the freeze. Silence. Turning around the South Carolina born and bred girl cursed aloud. 'Just once...can't you people not be involved a some hella shit!'

For miles, as far as the eye could see...nothing but desert.

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Mackenzie Ray.. Welcome Back! Your character has been teleported to the unknown where nothing is as it seems. You've been taking with not but what you have on your person. One winter coat, nifty pajamas, those fluffy slippers, a 24 pack of Bud Light and whatever is in your purse. Welcome home to the Estate...never a dull moment.

Thank goodness your a girl with a brain and southern by the grace of God.We're sure you'll survive all this just fine. Your supplies will replenish every 24 hours.

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Kejar Kabal's Invitation

Kejar Kabal slid under the Land Rover Ranger Rover SUV, changing the oil on it. Unbelievable! He'd returned to the Estate to find the place abandoned. Not one soul floating about to get under his skin. Leaving him to much needed quiet time with his $135,000 new obsession.

Never count your chickens before their hatched. The fluffy slippers were just a bad omen. Lovely, first sign of life and it's the accountant. Rolling out from under the car, Kejar sighed. "How much are we in debt now?" His eyes rolled in his head as the voice didn't match the shoes presented. Mackenzie Ray?!?!?

'Bout as much as the round trip flight from Russia.. you know I billed it to you.' Grin, before she turned on heel and headed into the estate. 'Thought I'd visit for a bit. Where's Tejar? I got Chinese, beer and ice cream.'

Kejar watched Mackenzie stroll into the house. The momentary shock had worn off, leaving a chuckle and shake of head. Lying on his back he shook his head. Figures, she'd be looking for his little brother. But...little brother wasn't here now was he.

Chucking his wrench in the tool box, he rose to feet. Wiping the oil from his hands he picked up the toolbox to return it to the workbench. There lie an envelope with his name emblazed across it.


Shoving the rag in the back pocket of the overalls, he ripped the envelope open.

Dear Kejar Kabal, Eldest of the Kabals, Owner of the Dragon's Lair,

You are cordially invited to......


The garage was pretty well lit considering it was Indian Summer in NY. What the hell was Mac thinking with that coat? Shake of head. Woman hadn't changed a bit. He'd missed the hell out of her. Cordially invited to what?

Leaning back on the workbench, Kejar Kabal fell through it. Least the SUV was safe. Right in the middle of a friggin' desert. Looks like he'd be a bit late for dinner with Mac.

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Kejar Kabal, your character has been teleported to the unknown where nothing is as it seems.
You've been teleported with your entire workstation. All the tools there are at your disposal. As you have no other supplies, we suggest you get your cute butt moving.

Like your brother Tejar, you're legendary prowess has a 30 minute time limit. Exceed that and its not going to be pretty. Also, the fire ability is on the fritz..so be careful.

Good Luck, Kejar Kabal.

[Jester Dreamer Thief]

Jackson & Christopher Wolfe's Invitation

Jackson Sirius Wolfe stood at the grave site of Christopher Polaris Wolfe. He came every year to visit his brother and leave flowers. This year would be no different. Clutching the umbrella sheltering him from the rain, he said a silent prayer for his brother as he set the flowers down.

As he arranged the flowers an envelope fell to the ground, with his name written upon it. Picking it up, he opened it with a mild a curiousity. Had the florist left him a note? An invitation no less? How..cute in a macabre sort of way. An invitation would be a welcomed distraction. He'd been so busy traveling, the bookstore, avoiding the hell outta his grandsire and sire. It took alot out of the baby werewolf vampire. Settling down beside the headstone, he sighed. Falcon would no doubt check his vitals if he could see this. Jackson Sirius Wolfe sitting on the ground, in the rain, dressed.

Dear Jackson Sirius Wolfe and Christopher Polaris Wolfe,

You are cordially invited to ......

Jack let loose an rarely heard growl of both ire and annoyance. His brother was dead! What sort of sick fucking joke was this? The thunder rolled as the headstone cracked loudly behind him. Beneath him, the ground parted six feet deep, leaving Jack to land on his brother's coffin.

The growling increased as Jack tried to claw his way back up to the surface. Alas, there was no escape for the baby werewolf vampire. Both he and his brother's coffin.. disappeared into thin air.

Landing moments later with a thud, Jack slid off the mahogany coffin with a groan. Out to the rain...into the rigid cold. This just got better and better. Where the hell was he?

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Jack & Christopher Wolfe, your characters have been teleported to the unknown. Where nothing is as it we know it to be. You have come with nothing but what you have on your person.. or in your coffin as it may be.

Jack you have your coat, umbrella, that essential pocket book of Keats poetry and your - ability to survive. However, you have lost..your vampiric abilities. No blood for you! You're a happy go lucky wolf again!

Christopher..we're feeling generous and since we have no idea who you are.. we're cutting you a break. You've got skin on those bones and look as you did in better times. (Pre having been offed.) To be precise, you're in the same condition you were an hour before Jack slaughtered you. Whatever you had on your person and were buried with you have.

We're told you were rather partial to guns, so pick two.. and have no worries they will reload every 24 hours.

Good luck, Brothers Wolfe.