<blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Soren peered for a moment at Ptricia, then nodded slowly, thinking he could trust her. "Follow me." He led them into a dark room past his office and muttered a small incantation, and the roof slid back, revealing the night sky above. A spectral staircase rose up out of the floor and he turned around to them. "Give me your address and I'll get the kit to you. And if it's not...of this world, I'm familiar with interdimensional transport, so it should be fine." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>"Huh, more to you than meets the eye too..." Ptricia said with a raised eyebrow. "Sorry to disappoint you, but it's just 12th East Street 120." She pulled out a notepad and pen and gave him an addreess and phone number. "I haven't done much planar travel."<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Kruft wrote:</cite>Chris glanced up at the sky and turned to Ptricia. "Alright, since we don't have Reizu's crazy-ass bus, how are you going to get us out of here? I can't fly."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Ptricia stepped out onto the roof and stretched bonelessly, working her neck and shoulders. "Maybe you can't..."<br/><br/>She hunched over and shifted to sphinx form, spreading her wings wide and beating them, driving a gust of air outwards. "... but I can! All aboard Ptricia's flight double or nothing! Please secure your luggage in the area provided, and make sure all naked flames are clothed, and your seat backs, tray tables and tails are in their full upright position. The yellow and black dotted zone is for loading and unloading only..."<br/><br/>Looking closer, you see that behind her expanded t-shirt there is now a lather harness that looks similar to the belt she wore. There is one set of straps a saddle and stirrups over her shoulders, and a second set just behind the wing roots, each looking across between a parachute harness and a steeplechase saddle. In between, over the back between the wings is a lower set of straps that look just right to take a pair of guitars.<br/><br/>While Ptricia's back is slightly lower than a regular pony's, her body-length is greater than a large horse, the correct proportions for a cheetah, but super-sized. When you get on, you'll be riding close to the ground. She taps one paw impatiently.<br/><br/>"Reizu, stop angsting and get on! Since you're still in trouble, you get the back seat. Chris gets the front. We'll get another gig. The set we did do rocked! And we had fun, I did anyway!"