"I forgot that was on," Adara giggled as she watched the scene of the skeleton people capturing Elizabeth right before Jack Sparrow and Will Turner show up. "It plays videos and shows TV shows," Adara told Jack Sparrow and recieved only a confused look. This is going to be a little harder than I thought, Adara inwardly spoke to herself. "Um..." Adara told Jack Sparrow, "It's like a play. There we go a play... A play in a box." Adara figuratively patted herself on the back for figuring out something that the pirate should be able to understand, to a degree, and awarded herself by snatching another handful of popcorn.

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Adara tried not to snicker at Jack's reaction. She knew fully what was going to happen in a few moments.

"No, it is not a curse," Adara pointed out to Jack before he saw the scene with himself in it, "It is like a photo...no...like a painting. A moving painting." She tried her best to explain it in her rushed timing. Adara bit her lip as she figured that she did not explain it well, but that would be the best she could do right now.

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Danielle walked out of the room she was in and in to the one Adara and Jack were watching PotC, "Mind if I join you."

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Louy sat there, in shock. A tire trale made of fire was in place of where Jimmy had just layed. Her jacket gone with him. Quickly she recovered, and got to her feet. Looking around, shaking, she heard what Mark said.
"My name's Louy," she called, shaking her head, ponytail flying around. "Fire trail... that's the Ghost Rider... but, how? Cheese, the Terminator? Now Ghost Rider? Who else is here now?"

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((That sounds cool! It'll be a little while, though, cause he's currently in Ireland. lol I'm going to try to get Aiden to America when the opportunity arises!))



Cuchullain's eyes widened in stunned disbelief. Usually when he walked by, men cheered and women fainted at his manly good looks. He wasn't used to such a cold reception. In a huff of wounded pride, he sat down on Aiden's couch, leaned his spear against the wall, and crossed his arms.

"Uh- um, y-yes, I'm human." Aiden said. Now that his initial anger had faded, he was feeling distinctly nervous.

Trystan decided to go back inside and was greeted by the sight (and smell) of Jack trying to figure out what the TV is. He walked over to Danielle. "So, what do you make of all of this?" He jestured around vaguely with his hands to indicate that he was talking about the general weirdness of tonight, although it was pretty obvious anyway.

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OOC: I'm also going to bring in Molly Carpenter, Dresden's apprentice. They are from the ending of 'White Night,' the ninth book of 'The Dresden Files.'

IC: A battle-scarred, multicolored old Volkswagen Beetle could suddenly be seen driving down the road towards Mark, the Terminator, and Louy. The Beetle slowly pulled to a stop next to the trio and a tall, but thin, man stepped out. He wore a leather duster, its mantle falling to mid back. A penticle could be seen around his neck; a battered, tarnished silver one. His right had was bare, but his left was covered by a black leather glove.

In the passenger seat could be seen a female, probably late teens to early twenties or maybe, possibly mid twenties if she looked youthful for her age. Not much of her could be seen, mainly her clothes, which were normal by most people's standards.

The tall man who stepped out of the Beetle looked oddly at the Terminator, wondering why he was holding a boy up in the air. A cold shiver ran up the nape of his neck as he thought of the possibilities of what he could see, espically because of the smell of sulfur that was eminating from the tear in the road. "Excuse me, but could you tell me where I am. I was just driving through Chichago with my apprentice on the way to a crime scene and now...I have no idea." He also turned and nodded down towards the road below him, slightly off to his left where the sulfurous line was still easily visible. "And what made that? Because sulfur usually means fire, and fire that smells of sulfur instead of ash usually is bad. Very bad." The man's right had had moved itself into the pocket of his duster and was now fingering the small .44 caliber handgun he kept with him just in case. And unfortinuatly, he used it way more times that he would like to.

"C'mon, Harry," the girl called from inside the Beetle. "These people probably don't know anything. Let's go find out ourselves."

"Molly," Harry said without turning around. "It can't hurt to ask, and could save us a lot of time. Well?"

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

(From my lack of being able to RP Adara right now.. Merry and Pippin are going to show up in Sky's kitchen. This is more them before saving Middle-Earth, so they are going to be a little more chaotic.)

"Where are we?" Pippin whisphered to Merry, "I can't see anything." Pippin held his hands in front of him trying to find something that he could touch. "Oh, Merry, I feel something!" Pippin started to pat down on something, "a chin, mouth, nose.."

"That's me, Pippin," Merry exorted as he blew Pippin's hand off of his face, "Now, let's find a candle or something, so we can see." Merry began to feel around the room and through the shelves for a candle while Pippin was on the other side trying to do the same thing.

ZING!

Pippin ran into the lightswitch and immediately turned on the light in the pantry. Merry's mouth dropped from his sudden ablity to see all of the.. food. "Potatoes! Noodles! Tomatoes!" Merry began shouting as he randomly started grabbing boxes of what we would like to eat. Pippin stood at the other side of the pantry and stared up into the strange light.

"Pippin," Merry asked, "What is it?"

Pippin continued staring at it, and Merry proceeded to follow. "What do you think it is?" Pippin asked Merry.

"Um.. some sort of candle.. I would think. I don't know of anything else that gives off light. But, it doesn't matter what it is.. all of the food here, nothing but that matters now." Merry grabbed Pippin's head and jolted it down so he would stare directly at the food.

"You're right," Pippin told Merry, grabbing some boxes of food on his own, "Nothing bad could possibly have this much food."

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Louy walked over to them, her head still shaking a little.
"Weird... um... You're in (where ever we all are at the moment in the US...). And... Chicago? That's like, far away. How could you be in..." It dawned on Louy that these were people from yet another non-real place. Of course, she had never even really heard of the Dresden Files, so she didn't know who these characters were.
"And the tire track you mean with the sulfur? That would be the Ghost Rider I'm sure.... um... this is all too weird. What will the Rider do to that boy?" her hands went to her mouth at the thought. She felt like she was going to be sick...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Dresden pulled a small crystal out of his pocket and held it up in the air, focusing his will through it, trying to find out if a summoning spell was the reason for their sudden appearance here, where ever here was. He had never heard of (where ever in the US they are). The crystal turned black and pointed off in the direction that the Ghost Rider vanished off to. Dresden harumphed and put the crystal back in his pocket. "Well, no supprise there. Now first off, what's your name so I can actually call you something? And secondly, what is the Ghost Rider? Is it a real ghost or something else?" The wizard made sure not to look Louy in the eye, he didn't want to soulgaze her, he was sick of that.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

Carrying boxes out of the pantry, Merry and Pippin placed them on the counter as they both proceeded to find out what everything else was.

"With all of this food," Pippin told Merry, "I'm getting hungry."

"You're always hungry," Merry refruted Pippin as he randomly opened cabnets.

"Well," Pippin tried to defend himself, "I am more hungry than usual." He opened the door to the refrigerator. "More food!" Grabbing an egg, Pippin told Merry that he is going to cook eggs, "Do you know where the fire is?"

"No, I don't, but I want some eggs, and I just found a pan." Merry pulled out a pan and caused a huge crash of other pans to fall out of the cabinet. "That was the lower one. I wonder what is up there." Merry pointed to the upper cabinet.

"Right now.. I just wonder what this is," Pippin told Merry as he unawareingly placed the egg on a burner and started to turn the knobs of the stove.

Merry walked over to where Pippin was, "That is interesting.."

Pippin could only knod his head to what Merry said as all of the burners turned red. "They all look like tomatoes!" Pippin giggled and reached out to feel the burner.

"AHHHHH!" Pippin screamed and held his hand. He continued to whispher as he looked at his burnt hand. Merry forced Pippin to hold out his hand, and he then turned and pointed at the stove yelling, "Evil!" continuously.

The egg soon began to make noises, and Merry and Pippin both jumped behind the island in the middle of the kitchen, grabbed pans, and armed themselves to great ready to attack the greatest evil that had ever come to food preparation .

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Louy stood wide eyed as the man did something with a crystal.
"My name's Louy. And the Ghost Rider is a... well. A flaiming skeleton that rides a motor cycle. 'The Devil's Bounty Hunter' or something like that," she said...

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Dresden frowned as Louy said what this 'Ghost Rider' was. "Not an actual ghost. That makes it easier...maybe. As for being the 'Devil's bouty hunter,' that's not possible, as the devil is just what all deomon's are collectivly called by people ignorant of magic. (This is in his world, which is ours except there is magic and the supernatural exists.) He turned back to the car, "Well, Mouse, what do you think, should we go after him?"

"Hey!" Molly cried. "What about what I think?"

As she was speaking, a huge shaggy grey mutt poked its head out of the open backseat window and gave Dresden a look as if to say 'What do you think? Of course!"

"And you, Molly?" Dresden wasn't used to having her along, this was one of the first times, but he should start getting used to it. "Same question."

"Well, yeah, of couse we should," Molly replied. "That's what we do, isn't it?"

"Right you are." Dresden turned back to the trio, revealing a rod knotted to the inside of his duster as he did so. "Well, are any of you comming with. I must warn you, though, it will most likely be dangerous." Well, definitly dangerous, he thought but refrained from saying it because he needed them as they knew more about the land and this so called 'Ghost Rider' than he did. He could have gotten the information from a scrying spell, but that was delicate and he sucked at delicate magic. Some had even called him a thug with magic as he just gathered up huge ammounts and used it instead of using the finer points of magic which would accomplish the same end with less energy, but Dresden never had been able to grasp the subtle points of the Art.

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Four Gods wait on the windowsill,
Where once eight Gods did war and will,
And if the Gods themselves may die,
What does that say for you and I?

Now, three Gods wait on the windowsill
Where one God's blood was lately spilled
While black tongues lap at the spreading pool
And build the strength they need to rule.

"One, two, three, go," Merry told Pippin as he shoved him out from behind the island. Pippin was wearing a pan on his head, and he was holding another in his hand. Holding back, Pippin bit his lip and smashed the egg on the burner causing the yolk to flow throughout and steam to rise. "What's going on?" Merry yelled at Pippin as he jumped out from behind the island himself, "What did you do?!"

"I.. I.. I don't know," Pippin stuttered, "I hit the egg, and all of this steam came up."

"We need water." Merry quickly announced as he hunted around for water, "They don't have any! How in the world can they live?"

"This says water," Pippin told Mery, putting at the inlet into the refrigerator.

"Let me see," Merry pushed his way forward to read water for himself and then began banging the stove as the room slowly started to fill up with smoke.

Alarm ringing, Merry continued to pound on the refrigerator, wanting desperately for the water to come out. "It won't work," He yelled back at Pippin over the alarm.

Pippin continued to hit the fire with his pan in hopes to get it down any amount, but, with every swing, the fire only increased. "Try hitting the things," Pippin yelled back at Merry.

"What things?"

"Those things!" Pippin pointed at the little buttons on top of the inlet.

"Alright," Merry consented and pressed all of them from left to right. "Water! Wait.. which one was it?" He pressed through them all again and found the one with water.

"Give me your pan," Merry demanded to which Pippin immediately handed over the pan.

SPLASH!

A flood of water came out from Merry continuously pressing the button. Pippin threw the water on top of the stove and, with a few more attempts, dosed the fire. "Be quiet!" Merry yelled at the cieling.

"I don't think it is exactly.. listening."

"Like you?"

"I gave you the pan. What more do you want?"

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Louy looked confused.
"Magic? It's not really real... or wasn't in this world until all this crazy stuff started happening! And yes he's the Devil's bounty hunter... of course, in the movie the devil is an old guy with a cane that's going bald..." she raised her hands, and with a sharp sigh, dropped them.
"Of course, the ghost rider took a boy... that he shot," she pointed at the terminator.
((hey Doctor... I think we should wait for Pippin and Frodo!))

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08