Alira did as ebs had told her and checked Mairae's pockets. "Um, I think I'm not entirely sure what this has once been..." She held up a piece of greenish-grey cloth.

"Lets just throw it away in case," Indria said. "Erm..." She looked at Mairae, who was slightly smaller - because she was drunk and slumped on her chair - and stared. "I think I'm going to sit... on the OTHER side. Dont wanna smell anythin'... strange, ya know?"

"I know what you mean.... Juran, don't you want to swap with me?" Juran doesn't look approving, but Alira drags him into her seat while sitting down on his anyway. "Ah, the air is so fresh over here..."

Mairea was left sitting on her own. "nobody loves me, *sniff*". "awww we do, promise!" They shouted in unison. "well you've got a funny way of showing guys!" The cart moved swiftly onwards. The all slept soundly that night.

All apart from Mairae, who cried for several hours, then passed out a moment later.

Soon it was morning, and they needed to stop for food, a night stay and Indria needed the bathroom. (Haha, poor Juran sleeping next to her, unaware...) They clambered out of their vehicle, Mairae moaning about her terrible hangover. "Where are we?" she groaned. "Dunno," said Juran sleepily. "I'll ask the guy over there with the fake moustache who looks like Mira- I mean... looks like he could... assist us."

the forlorn troop marched on to find a place selling pancakes with lemon and sugar. and smarties.

Alira bought pancakes for everyone. She looked at Mairae suspiciously. "Take this. You'll need it with your hangover..."

The White coughed. "Hangover... what hangover?!" she said, snatching them out of Alira's hand defensivley. They sat at a table, thankfully not very pushed together - none of them wanted to sit close to Mairae, dear gods the smell - and ate their pancakes and smarties. Juran looked at the other table, where another man hid himself in a book. Juran laughed. "If it wasnt for that moustache, I'd say he was Mirar!" he chuckled. Indria slapped his head. "ITS NOT POLITE TO STARE!" she shouted. Juran rubbed his forehead. "Lets just get the hell outta here..."

Alira took some more smarties which the shop owner 'gave' them 'for free' very kindly, and sat down in the tarn. "How far is it to Si?"

Juran tapped his chin. "Hmm... about five our four days I think." "I know how we could get there in an hour - OH WAIT! WE DIDNT GET THE GOOD FLYING WHITE, WE GOT THE DRUNK-O AND THE DOOFUS!" Indie outbursted. "Hold yourself together, woman!" Mairae said. "We'll get their soon enough, now grab some more smarties and blow this popsickle stand!"

the suspiciuos man with a beard who looked strangly like Mirar who, lest face it, wasnt exactly doing a very good job of following along behind the white very descreatly, held his paper up in front of his face, which had eye hols for him to peep out of.

"Come on, let's make it easier for Mira... I mean, that guy over there, to act as if he didn't know us. Which is strange because he should be more impressed by the White..."

Mira-I mean that guy (good save Indie, good save...) blinked at them all. Indria supposed he thought they were after him and watched him jump out of his seat and do a lot of ninja crap. When you had magic, what was the point in that anyway? He kept jerking about like a right freak and making a scene. "Came back for some more of the MIRAR-FORCE Juran?! Huh huh huh huh huh huh?!?!?" he said in a high pitched voice. He slapped Juran on the head then ran through the door and his moustache flew away. Then a man who looked exactly like him but beardless came in and took a seat.

the white obviously did have no brains between them to figure out that the man who had just walked into the room was in actual fact the same weirdo who had just karate chopped juran.