Whitney
```SOMETIME AFTER BRAD STRANDED HIMSELF IN TWILIGHT TOWN, BUT BEFORE HIS RUN-IN WITH CHICKEN MAN```

*The Gummi Ship descended, slowly and cautiously, onto the waiting stone and clouds that made up Olympus' terrain. At the gaping maw of the great colosseum, the ship gently pressed itself into limestone floor, its whirring coming to a gentle stop.*

*Brad sat in one of the backseats, visibly pouting but clearly not in a position to say anything. Furo was definitely the better driver, after all. Or pilot? But he didn't have to be happy about it.*

"Show off." *He muttered under his breath, pulling out his Gummi-Phone.* "Where even are we, eh?"

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Lawrence
Furo's very being hurt. 

The ride over was smooth. The ship held together perfectly. It was the most calming flight the blonde felt he could 
Manage given nothing unexpected occurred on their way to... Wherever they were.

Why was his nerves so fried then?

Well, the mechanic spent the entire ride afraid that he was going to lose control. Not over the ship, but over himself. The urge to push the ship for...*Limit testing* Purposes barely lost out to his conscience warning himself not to potentially kill the two sitting behind him.

The asteroid blet they flew past was a missed opportunity that was going to haunt him tonight; of this he was sure. Since the ships integrity was fine, he figured only having to pull himself together was worth the heartache. This time...


"Huh? No clue." Furo barely heard Brad sitting behind him. In concerns of where they were, Their guess was as good as his despite the fact he drove them here. "I kinda just picked a direction, and followed it."

Like most things, he just went with his instinct or his heart. He had no set destination when he took off, but something inside him told him he had been going in the right direction. As usual, he did not question his intuition.

"Best to get out and see. That's what a real adventure is."

He began to perform his meticulous end-of-flight procedures. Had to make sure all the systems were good and that he properly locked up the ship.
Whitney
*Brad thought for a moment. That was a familiar name. Wasn't it supposed to be some kind of heaven-adjacent place? Or maybe just a really big mountain? Just the thought gave him a headache, and he pushed the thoughts aside. Unbuckling his own seatbelt, he immediately started pushing buttons.*

*Most notably, he avoided the "Eject all" Button that had thrown him from the ship on his last joyride. It only took a few more tries before he finally f'nagled the dome above them into slipping away, leaving them exposed to the decadent sunset sky.*

"Wow..." *He said aloud, hoisting himself over the edge. He dropped down with minimal effort, giving his arms and legs a good stretch. Brad's biceps flexed as he raised his elbows above his head, drinking in the sights.* "This place looks pretty schweet, not gonna lie."

*And of course, he felt a familiar tingle of excitement.* "Olympus, huh? Ain't that some place where a buncha gods dwell?" *He flexed his fingers eagerly.* "Wonder how strong a god is."
Lawrence
"Thanks, Cid. It was harder than it looked."

He still meant his self-control, but what the other two did not know, they did not need to worry about.

Furo was not pleased having to turn off all the alarms and redo his entire end-of-flight checklist because of Brad's impatience. He would not admit to being upset, but he was just glad he could get things under control. Next time, they could not be so lucky with certain settings he had in the ship.

Unfastening his seatbelt. He launched into the air with a burst of wind, before slowly falling in front of Brad. He took a gander around and had to admit that the place was nice, and he felt oddly comfortable being in the area. Strange feeling, but not unwelcome.

"You both seem to have more knowledge of this place than I do," The mechanic could not dredge up a single memory even hinting to hearing about a place like this before. "No idea how strong a god is, but opposed to us mere mortals, who luckily didn't die due to you fat-fingering the self-destruct protocol twice, I'd say we could be at a disadvantage if we get on the locals bad-side."

He said all of that without a hint of malice, or a shred of actual concern. Furo's tone of voice made it seem like he was actually considering Brad's words and not subtly admonishing the man for the way his ship was treated. Definitely was not the cold tone from when Furo calmly explained what would happen if he caught someone taking his ship for a spin without permission a second time. 

The mechanic's fault for not locking up properly the first time. Any consequences after that were for the thief to bear. 

"Hopefully, there is cool stuff here," Furo seemed lost in thought as he looked around to put in any of his exuberance into his words. He wanted to be excited to be in a new place, but he could not help but actively scrutinize everything he saw. "At least good food. Hoping for something we can't get back in Traverse Town."
Nicole
"That's it! That's the spirit!" Cid laughs, clapping his hands together from his perch atop the Gummiship. With a slight rocking motion, Icidro takes to the air before somersaulting to the ground— Landing with aplomb next to the others.

"All I know is the name, it seems Bradamante here knows the most between us." He chimes light-heartedly, hooking a hand on his hip as he all but twirls to take in the sights.

... Including the locals.

"You should hide the ship." Icidro says after a moment's silence, glancing toward Furo before he looks to Brad. Holding up a finger, Icidro looks him dead in the eye, as *Something* Shifts in his tone, "Remember. No talk of other worlds from here on, okay? It's a big secret, amigo. The wrong people could really mess things up for everyone if it got out, no?"

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"Promise me this, Bradamante."
Whitney
*Even if neither of the boys meant it, it sure felt like he was a puppy being scolded. An entirely deserved scolding, mind you, but a scolding nonetheless. Brad tried to not shrink back too much, even though Furo's tone was decidedly matter-of-fact, and Cid was, well, appropriately serious for the situation.* 

"Fine, fine, geez. Promise. No talk of other worlds." *He murmured awkwardly, glancing away as soon as he could. Cid had this awfully frightening look sometimes- like he was staring right into the deathly gaze of a dragon. And Furo... Was just impossible to read.*

*But as soon as he could, he skipped ahead, already admiring all the fantastical architecture. But they hadn't landed in any sort of city or settlement. No, they stood outside of a colossal, fancy building composed of cream brick. Two large statues, depicting warriors resplendent in solid gold, crossed swords above a set of double doors thrice Brad's width. And Brad was not a skinny man.*

"Woah..." *He murmurd, rubbing the back of his head, before turning back to his friends, sheepishly.* "I don't know much, really. Jus' a couple things mentioned from back home. I think it was like- Olympus was this place where a buncha gods lived. An' they got super shitfaced n' partied all the time and did the nasty." *Brad waved his hand in a noncommital gesture.* "Dunno how true it is. But if there's a god 'ere, we gotta fight 'em, right?"

"An' where else but 'ere?" *He gestured to the building beside them.* "Unless two big guys swingin' their steel means somethin' different 'ere, I'm thinkin' we found ourselves a good scrap."