Ptricia grinned. "The restaurant at the end of the universe... I kid! Don't believe the hype, you can never get a bloody reservation.  Besides, we need somewhere they'll do a stack of PBJs and fruit for Chris, and a full cooked breakfast for us. Fortunately, I know this little place by the waterfront. It's a bit rough, but it's open early, the tables are clean, the food is good, and they'll do special orders, for an old customer at least."<br/><br/>She looked over to Reizu. "Sorry, but they were hired. I can get you the nimber of the place though..."<br/><br/>The lift reached the end of the corridor, and headed up a shaft, into a high ceilinged storeroom, lit only by lightwells high in the front wall. After letting them out, it sunk into the floor, and dirty looking floorboards slid into place over the hole. Ptricia went to a small unglazed window and glanced out. "Coast clear."<br/><br/>She went over to a metal door, and pressed a button. There were clunking sounds, and it opened inwards. On the outside, it looked like a worn wooden door with a deadbolt lock. It lets out onto the road opposite Ptricia's home, and the bike is in front of you.<br/><br/>Ptricia looked over at the decaying crime scene. "Gotta repaint those lines... what, you thought it was real?"<br/><br/>She looked back and forth, pulled out a potion and drank it, then popped her wings and started to shrink. She flew up to land on Chris's shoulder, no bigger than a barbie doll. "Don't think your bike'll take all three of us at normal size. Besides, you'll need me to guide you. We're going to the Crocodile Rock cafe!"<br/><br/>OOC: With a name like that, I can think of a dozen RP events you could throw in. Besides it you can have a Hard Rock cafe, why not Crocodile Rock?<img alt=":)" src="./images/smilies/smile.gif" title="Smile"/>Besides, the name of this RP had to mean something.