Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

"I'm sure," she agrees, her expression going neutral as she recalls how Carthrat proved his endurance over a year ago...

Shaking her head, she eyes the rod. "Are you sure it's safe? I saw it trying to electrocute you when you picked it up," she says, giving it a wary glance. "I would rather make preparations before trying to bear it."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat shrugs. "Well, you're the spell-slinger," he says, cheerfully. "Whenever you're ready."

[Anastasia]

She nods, taking another gulp from her drink. "Perhaps I'll have time on the trip," she muses. "Does anything eventful happen on these?"

[Carthrat]

"It's a plane flight in space," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "Something could happen, but it's unlikely. For instance, pirates could board the ship. They'd probably steal all the cargo, but let the ship go. If they're being ruthless, they might kill everyone on board, or take hostages for ransom, or take slaves.

Given that I'm on the ship, that ain't gonna happen.

We could crash into something.

Do you know how big space is? Nobody crashes into anyone. Ever. All the planet flight routes have been charted out, so we won't run into a black hole or supernova.

Nope, not much is likely to happen. Something could, but you could fall down the stairs and break your neck after getting out of bed, too."

[Anastasia]

She takes that in thoughtfully, nodding. "That's good to know," she notes, "minus the part about pirates." Finishing off her food, she then goes on, musing aloud. "So if it's really like a flight, I should have at least free time to think if not act on that rod."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat shrugs. "Time, yes.

Dunno if you'll have much room. Those cabins can be pretty small."

[Anastasia]

Rachel nods again. "How long a flight will this be, roughly?" she asks, pondering. "If it's a goodly while, I can probably work with the rod quite a bit."

Taking a moment, she stretches, then takes her plate and puts it in a trash can nearby.

[Carthrat]

"I don't know, come to think of it," replies Carthrat. "I'm not sure exactly where the system we're going to is. I assume it's nearby, though..

Maybe a couple of days? Or a week? It takes about two months to fly from one end of the galaxy to the other, and I don't think we're going that far..."

[Anastasia]

She nods again. "Speaking of that, we should talk to Tir about that," she notes. "Are you about done?"

[Carthrat]

"I'm done, yes," replies Carthrat, producing his fearsome mobile phone. "Let's see if he's about," he says, phoning Tir.

[Anastasia]

Rachel leans back and waits for the results of the call, frowning at the mention of Tir without realizing it.

"Yes," Tir picks up on the third ring.

[Carthrat]

"Tir! You busy?" says Carthrat.

[Anastasia]

"Yeah," he says. "What is it, Rat, I'm in the middle of something." He does sound hurried, you notice.

[Carthrat]

"It's not important," replies Carthrat, sighing. "Phone me when you're done."

[Anastasia]

"Right, Rat," Tir hands up after his comment, quickly killing the call. Rachel looks at you, neutral again. "He was busy?"