Incendia was excited, but then again he was as easily excited as a child on a permanent sugar high. 'Woo hoo, water basketball thing! Is that like normal basketball but with more water? In that case, what is basketball?'

Glacia followed Dulcy to the movies. It was pretty well sized for a vessel theater, with a flair more akin to traditional renaissance. Columns of carved wood divided two stories worth of seats, and there was even two private VIP booths. Room was adequate, though likely there was some semblance of manners required (no feet on the seats, talk on your phone and you'll be shot with a potato gun).

'I hope it's not something romantic. Movies like that just rub me the wrong way.'

After having finished off an entire roast beef (about 50 percent of an entire cow), Glacia leaned back in her chair... falling into a state of nirvana. That feeling one got after having stuffed themselves silly and being overwhelmed by a desire to just shut your eyes and sleep.

'Now I know why my brother eats so much,' she said with a mild burp in-between words. 'He's missing out, for sure, wherever he may be right now...'

'Aha!' Shouted Glacia, the party having reached the main halls of the ship. One large door later, they had lead themselves to a large room, with a long white table running down the middle. On this table lie pretty much every kind of foodstuff you could imagine (and likely some you probably couldn't), many of which had been served buffet style... enough to feed a small army.

Glacia immediately looked to her side, to see her brother still standing there. 'I though you would have disappeared already,' she said with brow raised.

'Oh, I'm not hungry,' was the orange dragons reply.

Glacia simply slapped her forehead with her palm. 'Samia, be my guest and take him as far away as possible... I need a strong drink,' she grumbled. 'Iced tea or something, extra ice.'

'We've been wandering around,' Glacia said. 'Not much has really happened to us, Incendia said it had something to do with spotlights... which just sounds silly.'

'I thought it was because our creator writer person thingy went on hiatus,' Incendia said.

Glacia rolled her eyes in reply. 'Yeah... that make SO much sense. Wait a minute, have you eaten all that cereal already?'

Incendia nodded playfully.

'W... where's the box?'

'I ate it.'

'Of course you did,' she muttered.

As best as she could, the little blue dragon lead the party through the labyrinth of metallic corridors. Every stepped echoed back at them many times over, as the humming of machines played a tune in the background. The lighting was spotty at best, with one light every couple of meters shining down from the roof, though dragon eyesight was particularly good in low light... not that it helped Incendia from running into at least two walls in the last minute.

Stairs that ran upward lay before them, and Glacia let out a sigh of relief. 'That's a start, these corridors were starting to drive me nuts.'

'Hey, this is the way we came down,' Incendia said.

'I don't really remember, but then again I really wasn't paying attention... and how would you even know that, brother?'

'I put a sticky note on the wall, see.'

Glacia looked over to the side of the wall, where a yellow note lay. "Idnesdia wos here" it read. She went cold, colder than usual for a blue dragon. Looking over at her brother, she pouted. 'That could have made finding our way back easier... why didn't you use them more than once?'

'I ate the rest.'

Glacia just closed her eyes, 'of course you did.'

'Okay, now we ARE lost,' Glacia said impatiently to her brother, as he fiddled with yet another iron door. Turning those big round handles was hard for a creature half the size of said door, and whom had difficulty just reaching the handle.

He faced his sister as he continued to turn the wheel, wings moving out of the way. 'Just one more door, and then we'll go your way...'

'That's what you said three doors ago...'

'But... I just know that behind this one is the all-you-can-eat buffet,' The orange dragon stopped, his mind shifting towards thoughts of food. Chicken, pizza, pasta, chicken pizza, chicken pizza pasta, pasta with chicken on the side of it. Now for some reason he was thinking about firetrucks... firetrucks are awesome, so big and red and-

CLICK, the same sound as all the other doors had given off when ready to open. This one did thus, to reveal...

...A massive array of pipes and giant boilers, the sound of turning motors ran through the short hallway as a pungent smell of oil wafted towards the twins.

Glacia grumbled loudly. 'You fool! This is the engine room, not the buffet room!'

'But... the map said-'

'Give me the map, I want to have a look,' she held out a hand, waiting. 'No doubt you got it upside down or something.'

Incendia reached into the satchel, tied by a long leather belt up and over his shoulder... pulling out a piece of old parchment. Snatching it faster than a kung-fu master catches a fly, Glacia looked over the map, and her fluffy ears fell sideways.

'This... this isn't a map. It's just a shopping list.'

'Oh,' replied Incendia gracefully. 'Well, that explains how I got this,' he then pulled a box of cereal out of his satchel, and immediately started to snack on it.

'Are we even on the right boat, brother?'

Incendia just shrugged his shoulders.

'Wonderful...'

Just letting y'all know I will be returning to the toonworld RP soon enough.

I will be running as my old dragon twins duo... Incendia (the crazy genius one) and Glacia (the sensible one). They were totally there the whole time... uh... doing things I guess.

Whoa...never thought you were actually gonna reply... blink.gif

Any way, is there a second part to Petrie Has a Nervous Breakdown?

Yeah, I got involved in other stuff, and dissipated. I'll admit I had little to really do here, apart from RolePlaying... and I kinda got off of that as well, since I already have real world RP games to do amongst other things. But, oh well... neither here nor there... I'm back.

As for a part 2? Of course there will be a second part, there's always a second serving, like a good pizza... it's not finished yet though, surprise!

I'm guessing there will be a second part... in 2012 dino_tongue.gif

You'll possibly have to eat those words when that actually happens. Real world issues really screws up any schedules I ever try to manage. Bloody real life and its... realness *shaketh fist!*

Give Jittery a chance to respond, anmd jiterry, hang around will ya? wink.gif

I'll try, but I won't make any promises... I'm terrible at that, too.

Did you know that I'm a big fan of you? dino_happier.gif

Did you know that I am just a big fan? WOOOOOOSH, I go.

I guess you could say it really wasn't Glacia's day. Though, considering most of it so far had been spent asleep, that could be debatable.. what couldn't be though, was the fact that she wasn't playing to good. Her confidence had faltered like a tower of jelly bricks.

She didn't want to give up, though. She pictured that sweet prize, the money, in her head. The things she could buy, and then take home. Her brother and herself would be able live the happy life... like before the Borderland had become a desert.

So thus, she served... with grace and skill as much she could muster against her own confidences.

Meanwhile, Incendia watched with a hot-dog (or chilli-dog... or something, all that he knew was that it tasted pretty good). Normally he would probably talk with his mouth full... but in the presence of these lovely ladies, he managed some manners. 'Wow, my sister really sucks at tennis. BURP! Yummy!'

Perhaps not...

He he. Yeah, bout time we got that finished

When Glacia finally woke up... having fallen asleep in the locker room... she found her brother Incendia staring with a little grin on his face.

'Were you poking me all this time?' Glacia asked her brother.

'No. Maybe... possibly?'

'Is my match on yet?' Glacia asked, ignoring her brothers answer.

'It's on... right now.'

She arched a brow. 'Like... right now?'

'Yep, right now, as in the well known saying: my house is on fire right now.'

'Your poetic ability to form words never ceases to amaze me... wait, oh no... I'm late?'

'More late than a pinball to an all-night pinball party.' Incendia hadn't much time to say this, for he was shortly after being dragged by his hand with his sister out the locker room and down the hall.

Glacia grumbled and groaned. 'Argh, I'm going to be late... again! What a terrbile impression I'll make! Why did you let me sleep in?'

'Hey, not fair! I was poking you for ten minutes!'

'Alright, I'm ready to rock... I think. Where's my racquet?'

Incendia handed her the racquet. 'Here you go!'

'Where did you-'

'Don't ask...'

And then her brother pushed her out the door into the stadium, where she immediately tripped on her own feet and hit the ground face first.

'Ow. I hope no-one saw that,' she said, rubbing her nose.

Incendia, meanwhile, dusted his hands. 'Well, that's dealt with. Now to find Dulcy and Samia,' he said with a smile on his face that would make Charlie Brown cry, when he wasn't already crying... that is.