Jack nodded in response to Jessica's question. "Yeah." he said, his tone expressionless. "I am. And that is setting my spidey senses all kinds of tingling." He shook his head. "The enchantment here is starting to get to us. I suggest we get the hell out of here before .." his voice trailed off as his subconscious offered up an explicit suggestion or two on what the<em>or else</em>might entail. He shook his head again and blew out a breath. "I'm not scheduled to perform til later tonight. It won't look suspicious if I go play tourist now and wander for a bit." He grimaced at the thought of how he'd feel after 2 hours or more of getting a concert crowd fired up.<br/><br/>He stopped again as he felt a<em>twang</em>in the strands of fate that connected him with his band of Pictsies. "We're back." announced a voice from floor level, and Jack turned to see the Pictsies putting the air-con vent back into place. Ruari was grinning, and weaving ever so slightly. In fact all the Pictsies were grinning. Jack suppressed a shudder. "All right, what am I not going to like hearing now?" he asked, addressing the diminutive leader of the band.<br/><br/>"What?" said Ruari, trying to look innocent, but the expression appearing more constipated instead. "We did exactly what you told us to do. We went out and got everywhere we were'ne supposed to go and do the things we were'ne supposed to do." He grinned up at Jack, who pinched the bridge of his nose. "Effects of the enchantment." Jack muttered. "Fine, go ahead. What'd you find out?" He listened with half an ear as he watched the remainder of the band spread out, guzzling pizza and whiskey like it was going out of fashion.<br/><br/>With a loud belch, Big Yin sauntered across the room and stood gazing up at Jessica and Hitomi, a wide grin on his face. "I'm the Big Yin." he announced. "And ye know what they say. Once ye go blue, nothing else'll do."<br/><br/>Jack blinked at this and then stared at the completely unrepentant Pictsie. His head turned again as Daft Willys voice came from his right, and he saw the other Pictsie staring at Kamala. "Hey, do you want to see the size o' mah .."<br/><br/>"And we're done." Jack didn't exactly shout, but his forcefull tone cut through the babble of Pictsie voices. Their heads turned to him as he whipped out the silver hip flask and tapped the bottom. The Pictsies vanished in blue glowing blurs that streaked into the flask, a last despairing chorus of "Ach, no, crivens!" coming before the lid was tightly fastened on it.<br/><br/>"Let's get out of here." Jack repeated. "I'm having some very disturbing thoughts coming together, and I want to get my head as clear as possible before I start spelling them out."