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Started by Brian, February 04, 2004, 03:41:18 PM

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Brian

If not, then the passports are still in their luggage.  Tetsuo grumbles a bit, but finds his own bag was snagged along with your own.  After digging for a moment he produces a passport from it.
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Dracos

Dracos nods and goes to purchase tickets.  Assuming he can get four sleeper tickets he does so, otherwise he goes with what he can get.

Then he proceeds to get the flock onto the train, keeping the money bag with him for now.

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Brian

Everyone's jammed onto the train, and ferried off towards: Frankfurt.

Which is known for a number of things, one of them being its distinct lack of being Gibraltar.  Still, after the harrowing battle, Phil and Parthipan find themselves a bit tired.  Tetsuo and Paul (having been recently healed) aren't as sleepy.

The train takes a moment longer than you'd like to leave the station, but it's shortly underway.
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Dracos

Dracos sets the moneybag behind him and leans back to get some rest.  "If any of you are staying up, wake me when we get there."

He proceeds to get as comfortable as possible while retaining the clear premise that he'd have to be moved if someone was to try and swipe the money while he was asleep.  Probably uncomfortable, but he's been in more miserable sleeping environments by far.

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Brian

Time passes, even Tetsuo and Paul succumbing to the siren call of sleep....

When you wake up, about 20% of your money is gone, along with Tetsuo, and his bags.  There have been about three stops between your departure, and your next stop (Frankfort).

After a quick search of the car, a note has been left on Paul (in his jacket pocket), along with a small oragami crane.  The note has some hastily scribbled Japanese on it, which Ginrai vaguely remembers (he thinks) as reading, "thank you" in the most polite form.

The English part of the note reads:I am in debt, but not friend.  No more anger between us.  Maybe they chase me, and you get away?  Good lucks to you.
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Ginrai

"Damn!  So, we still continue to Frankfurt?"

Huitzil

"What else would we do? We helped him. We knew he wouldn't be coming with us all the way. The Oracle said that might become our ally... and in any case, I think we did the right thing."
ee the turtle, ain't he keen?
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Dracos

Dracos scratches his chin.

"Actually, I think the guy had the right idea.  Let's get off at the next stop and switch to a different train.  Or start hiking south."

Assuming no complaints, Dracos waits for the next stop.

Dracos
OOC: If you guys disagree, say so. ^_^
Well, Goodbye.

Brian

The next stop is the last stop.  You get off the train in lovely scenic downtown Frankfurt.
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Dracos

Dracos leads the way off, stopping in the train station to look for a map of the area, being largely unfamiliar with German countryside or cityside.

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Brian

You manage to find a few tourist-oriented areas that offer local (and country) maps.

They seem to indicate that you're a long way from Gibraltar.
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Dracos

Dracos is...unsurprised.  But begins plotting out a route on the maps to get to gibraltar.  And if there is a handy dandy food spot nearby, leads the group to at least get a decent meal while this is being done.

Dracos
Bus, Train, Walk, trying to figure out a few routes.
Well, Goodbye.

Brian

It's morning, you're hungry ... welcome to the tourist trap.  There's a hot-dog resturaunt (of the walk-in-and-sit down variety, as this is, you know, Frankfurt) across the street.  You've still got a stack of euros.
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Dracos

Dracos heads in, sits down in a booth if it's seat yourself, or waits and tries to get a booth if it's wait to be seated.  Either way once there he orders a couple of hefty hot dogs and starts persuing the maps.

Dracos
Well, Goodbye.

Brian

Things don't actually get as far as you'd probably like.

Once you're through the doorway, a waitress stares at you, looks at a nearby sign (which happens to have your picture, along with something in German and an English: "Frankfurt Welcomes Abe Frohman, the Sausage King of Chicago!") then says in faintly accented English, "Your private dining room is ready, Mr. Frohman."
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