OOC: Assuming you meant me. I've been scattered.<br/>Chris nearly jumped out of his fur the first time one of the magical couriers arrived, swearing in about 7 different languages, about half of which could be understood by anyone who hadn't been educated in various dragon dialects. Chris's Panzer watch arrived a little while later, with various types of gas, and the EMP pulse. He complained considerably when he had to lift stuff up for Ptricia, though he made sure to do it carefully. "I can guarantee you no other band in the multiverse is doing this today." He sighed once he'd finished his work and went back to practicing telekinesis.