As far as Arlen was concerned, a few basic laws of nature and logic were being seriously ravaged. Beds did not become infinite tunnels to nowhere. Empty cloaks did<em> not</em>hang in blank space and talk to you. And arguing with a hallucination was not terribly productive. Clearly, someone had spiked the punch.  She could only imagine the headache she was going to have when she woke up.<br/><br/>Still, she had nothing better to do. So.<br/><br/>"Destiny, huh? Sounds fun. Does the job come with medical benefits? Or at least a harem? Say, three pool boys and half a dozen hot chicks. Normal types- no fake Bunnies, please. Ooohhhh...hey, can I be, like, a hot warrior goddess when I wake up?"<br/><br/>Might as well amuse herself on her trip. Maybe, if she tried hard enough, she<em>could</em>dream herself up a harem, and the freakout could get freaky.<br/><br/>"Eshalon...is that anywhere near Queens?  God, I hope not."