[Rolling hills. Blue sky. Beautiful day. Peacefulness. Bunnies. Flowers. Babbling brook. Lake with beach. Sun. Endless. You could walk for years and never find different landscape.]

::Dante, Veronica and Moira appear with a "POP" in the air, tumbling onto the ground.::

::Veronica rolls over and flops onto her back, arms flat out and dazed. She's still for a few moments, before sitting up and pushing her hair out of her face.::

"What the..."

::She looks around.::

"How...?"

::Dante rolls up and onto his feet as quickly as he can and then looks around::

"Damn you, Veronica, and your treasure hunting ways!"

(Where are weeeeee?!)

"I blame Moira."

::Veronica also stands up.::

"Dammit, Moira, what have you done?"

::She pushes at the girl with her foot.::

(Ruh-hude!)

::Moira ignores the other two, 'cause it was so their fault. She gets up and looks about.::

"Where the hell are we?"

"Tellytubby land apparently."

(If LaLa comes near me he's getting a kick)

::Moira squats down to look at a peacefully nibbling bunny.::

"This place give me the creeps."

::Veronica pulls Moira and Dante along by their sleeves, and they start to walk. And walk. And walk. After about twenty minutes of goddamn walking, Veronica gets angry.::

"Okay, this place is just the same in every direction we go. What the hell? Where are we? How can this exist inside a goddamn necklace?"

"The same way I can use your powers and you're able to make illusions solid. Magic!"

::He sighs and lies on the grass, wondering if they were ever going to get out::

"I still blame Moira."

"Me too. Bitch."

::She glowers at Moira, but there's a hint of a smile. She decides to explore a little, while Dante tans or whatever his vain ass is up to. She feels calm in this place, and not worried.::

"It's nice here."

::Moira lies down too.::

"Well, there's obviously nothing we can do."

::She yawns.::

"We may as well just wait here. Someone's bound to come and rescue us at some point."

::A cute, medium sized doggie-wog snuffles along and stops when it comes to the three weirdos. It yips a bit and starts to wander off, coming back and yipping again.::

::Dante stares dispassionately at the dog::

"What's that, Lassie, Timmy is stuck down the well?"

::Arf arf. Funny. The dog snarls and catchs its teeth into the leg of Dante's trousers, tugging at him, before letting go and scampering off, then coming back, yipping at them, and scampering off again.::

"The mangy piece of crap wants us to follow it."

::He stares at his trousers, trying not to think about the dog drool, and then gets up, deciding there wasn't anything better to do than follow a random dog::

"Let's go then."

::Moira sighs and gets up.::

"Come on then."

::Was already standing. She stands a distance away, staring fixedly at the mutt.::

"I don't like dogs..."

"Nor do I. It seem to like Dante though."

"Then make sure it stays with him."

::Continues to hang back.::

"How?"

::The dog seems pleased enough to stay away from Veronica as it skips along, turning every few seconds to check they're following. They come to a yellow brick road. The dog jumps on it and barks.::

"Right. So we're off to see the wizard, huh?"

::Veronica looks even more creeped out.::

"I really don't like The Wizard of Oz..."

"I've never seen it."

"It's horrible."

::Veronica looks around, paranoid that those awful little midgets are going to start singing and dancing around her.::

(Ding dong, the witch is dead, which old witch, the wicked witch, ding dong the wicked witch is deeead. Wake up you sleepy head, rub your eyes, get out of bed, ding dong the wicked witch is deeead!)

"So, do we follow the yellow brick road?"

::She asks uncertainly.::

"No, I don't want to, let's go back."

::She begins to look just a little bit afraid.::

::Looks at Dante.::

"What do you think?"

::Yips a bit and starts making his way along the road.::

"I'm going to follow it. It beats lying on the grass and waiting to die."

::He follows the dog some more, deciding he'd been in worse situations than this::

"It's not that bad, I guess. At least there aren't any morons here."

(Yet)

"Come on then."

::She starts walking down the yellow brick road, hugging herself.::

::Veronica also follows, hanging back, as this just really gets to her. She considers what Dante said, and mumbles to herself.::

"Yet."

[Hey, look everyone! It's Azura!]

::Veronica stares.::

"Great."

:: Azura lands painfully. She blinks. And blinks some more when she realises she is sitting on a yellow brick road. Hearing Veronica she groans. ::

(This is some cruel trick my power is playing on me.)

:: She gets to her feet and stares at her. ::

"Oh. You."

"Yes. Me. Did you pick up a locket in the caves, by any chance?"

"Yes. I am assuming that is what brought me here."

::Veronica sighs and glares at Moira.::

"This is all your fault!"

:: A faint smile crosses Azura's lips, glade she isn't the one to be blamed. ::

"Are we inacting that famous scene from that tasteless film?"

:: Points at the yellow brick road. ::

"Who are you?"