Loki, Poinsetta, Sipris, & Surface
Walking down the dark, damp basement stairs, the four friends skidded and bumped into eachother. Yelps and 'Sorry!'s echoed throughout the basement, catching on the walls, then being ruthelessly thrown back. Surface spoke up first, saying in a whisper "Now, I know I put that remote somewhere.... Si, turn on a lght, would ya?" The small arkuhna padded down the steps, occasionaly stepping on various vermin and bugs. She yelped as she fell down the rest of the stairwell, and Si flicked on a light just in time to see it. Loki, seeing the incadent, slid down the banister to go help the kuhna. "Surface? Are you ok? Did you find the remote?" As she glided down the railing, she hopped off the end, after quickly catching her breath. She turned Surface over, inspecting a few bruises. "You're ok. Just help us find the remote." Surface, battered and bruised, stood up and shook off thepain in her right ankle. She trundled across the well-lit basement, stepping over bits and peices of metal, wire, and tools. "Surface.... is this really the basement, or your labrtory?" Poinsetta pointed out. "It's my lab, yes, and if we could just find the remote we could be on our way, ad we should be there by now." Surface kept searching, until tripping over a black and gold box. "Aha!" She opened it up wth three metal keys, and pulled out an object somewhat like a tv remote. "Got it!" Srface then ran to a rther large black and gold phone-booth. She pressed four buttons on the control pannel, then ran to get two bags of luggage. "Come on! The portal will close if we don't get in now!" The little party grabbed their bags, and jumped into the booth. Suddenly, their was a flash of brilliant white light, and then all that was left was a lonely basement... and a gold and black remote.
In a white flash, the four friends were hurtling through time and space, whiskng past the 90s.... 80s.... and then suddenly stopped. They landed in front of a pure white door, with metal numbers on it. The door read 'Lamenolai city, 1765'. Surface walked to the door, almost falling through the white and squishy floor. It almost felt like... clouds. She held a paw up to the nob, and slowly turned it. Suddenly, everything vanished. Then, they were in the middle of an old-time town square, hagglers calling out bids, and a fish-stall owner cutting tuna heads. "Uh... guys? I don't think we're in the basement no more...."
