Coming out of inter-multiversal speeds was always disorienting, no matter how many times one had experienced it before. There was a momentary sensation of masslessness - not merely weightlessness, but actually having no mass at all - during the infinitesimally small instant between when the laws of one multiverse stopped and the laws of another multiverse began. Such a feeling was strong enough to leave those of weak stomachs sick and vomitting for minutes afterwards, but none of those present were so unfortunate. The rumbling drone of engines gave way to a quiet hum as they powered down.<br/><br/>The seat belt light blinked off as the intercom crackled to life. "Ladies, gentlemen and other-gendered, this is your Captain speaking. Welcome to Multiverse Q-51, Astral Plane. The seat belt sign has been disengaged and, off the record, you might want to take advantage of your last chance to use a toilet with running water for the next few years."<br/><br/>The interior of the passenger section of the spaceship<em>Venusian Garden</em>was arranged to resemble an airliner's insides, except that it carried only first-class seating. The Operatives of the Operations Department of Meta Ideas and Solutions Consulting (stock symbol: MISC) traveled first class; they had each earned the privilege through previous distinguished service in the employ of the company. Each seat was on its own aisle and had a clear view of the space outside the ship through the viewport; the Operative would be able to see a dark expanse with no end in sight filled with shining dots that might have been the equivalent of stars in this multiverse. To the fore of the passenger compartment was the galley and further still the pilot's cabin from which the Captain controlled the ship, while to the aft was the engineering section responsible for keeping the ship running smoothly.<br/><br/>A few of the seats near the front of the passenger section had been removed to make space for a large magic circle drawn on the floor; a couple of the stewardesses had complained about having to detour around the thing while providing meal and drink services earlier, but none had been stupid enough to try to actually step into it. The arcane symbols now glowed. Motes of light rose into the air as the summoning magic activated and teleported in a comely demoness. As expected, this was the client's envoy sent to liaise on the current situation and act as the Operatives' guide.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://i1300.photobucket.com/albums/ag94/Autocad-E/Liaison_zpsc8ecaf17.png)</div></div><br/>Perfectly non-nonplussed at the surroundings she found herself in, the demoness bowed politely before she spoke to the two aisles of seated Operatives in front of her. Though her language was foreign, all who heard her could understand her words. "Apologies for my intrusion. Am I correct to assume that I am on board the Venusian Garden, and that I am speaking to the Operatives of Meta Ideas and Solutions Consulting?"