??????????, Gaia, Wednesday Late Afternoon

[intraspective]

She was never, ever taking any portal that had stopovers ever again. Sure, their hosts had been great, she now played one hell of a mean game of croquet (it would have been two-time world champion except Reno had stolen one title from her on a technicality, damn him), but really, all being stuck in croquet hell for three years the local time had done was kill any momentum she'd had for saving the world.

Iris still came out of the portal swinging her mallet, just in case. (Look, before croquet hell there had been some much less friendly worlds out there and old habits died really hard.)

Nothing attacked her, though she did startle a man feeding his chickens as she stepped out into his yard. Ignoring his yelp, she glanced around their surroundings, her mind reaching out to judge any potential threats.

"Oh thank fuck," she said cheerfully. "We're someplace peaceful. I demand a shower!"

Sure, they'd have to figure out where and what reality they were in. But this was a start.

[For that title-stealing guy!

NOTE: The second thread has talk of torture, actual murder, torture, and blowing up a building in it.]

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[intraspective]

"Can it be a pie instead?" she asked playfully. "A pizza pie 'cause that ain't a sweet."

Though they could get a cake and drop it on some poor sucker.

Cake projectiles?

[raspberryturk]

Reno considered that for a few seconds.

"Put a candle in it and sing me a song, an' I'll call it good, yo."

[intraspective]

"Just one candle?" she teased. "Tryin' to minimize your age, old man?"

[raspberryturk]

"Tryin' to avoid bein' a fire hazard, Rookie," Reno countered, smirking.

[intraspective]

"Is that my cue to say 'too late, you're already smokin' hot?'" she wondered. "'Cause I ain't admitting to that now that we ain't got the tabloids to worry 'bout."

[raspberryturk]

"An' I didn't hear a word," Reno promised, smirking. "C'mon, we'll order pizza an' do each other's nails, then, yo."