Stone Men In Water Street

[Brian]

You can arrange a flight to the UK from Montgomery, and from there, directly to Gibraltar.  If you did so, you'd get to Gibraltar at some ungodly AM hour (GMT).  Victor has offered the use of his car, though the sun's about to rise; Bart can drive you there and bring the car back to New Delphi after dropping you off, though.

[Bjorn]

Thanking Victor, Bjorn accepts the offer.  In his farewell to Lazarus, he explains that he won't try to mindlink with them again unless it's an emergency -- any communication should go via email or the Oracle.

And then, barring any objections, he gets in the car and lets Bart drive him to the airport.

[Brian]

Well, Bridgette is sorry to see you go, as is Mikey, but they don't actually try to keep you from leaving.

In short order (now less the laptop and uplink), you find yourself with Rez at the airport.  You're looking forward to catching up on your sleep on the plane.

[Brian]

After a pause to collect tickets, and be patted down (Bjorn is nearly strip-searched, again, while Rez looks on) you pile onto a plane, and sleep until you get to the UK.  You remain awake long enough to get on your direct-to-Gibraltar flight, (once more, Bjorn is searched, and Rez is not) before going back to sleep ... and wake up as the plane is coming in for a landing in Gibraltar.  It's early morning, probably around 3:30 AM.  Ironically, you lost about three hours since you left the US.

[Bjorn]

In keeping with an age-old Christianson family tradition of not being a suicidally stupid git, Bjorn chooses to refrain from grumbling about his treatment at the hands of security until he is off the plane and out of the airport -- and since they're still in the airport, he still isn't complaining.

Yet.

Not about security, anyways.

"Three thirty in the morning," he mutters in disgust.  "I hate international flights.  Too early to do anything right now."  He sighs.  "Let's see if we can get a hotel room, so we can make a call to Relm.  Failing that, we can find a coffee shop or something, maybe, to pass the time.  Sound good?

[Rezantis]

"Sounds good to me. Maybe some currency while we're at it."

[Bjorn]

"Yeah.  If we're lucky, there'll be an exchange stall open.  Don't hold your breath."

Bjorn glances around the airport, hunting for such a place.

[Brian]

There is an exchange counter, offering immedate exchanges on any currency from a country with a direct flight into Gibraltar, and the US.  Australian currency is not listed as exchangable at this location.

[Rezantis]

Rez pulls his wallet out . . . and . . . changes several hundred dollars US to however-many-that-buys-him of whatever-the-heck-Gibraltans-use.

[Brian]

Gibraltar is an independany colony of England, and therefore uses: the Euro.  

You now have about 950$ US worth of Euros.

[Bjorn]

Once Nathan returns, Bjorn uncrosses his arms and says, "All right.  Let's go see if we can find a hotel."

[Brian]

There's a number of hotels in the city.  The one across the street from the airport is even open.

Of course, you can't really be sure if they're charging too much by the rate in Euros.  45.99 sounds a bit high, but....

There are other hotels in the city, but you'd need to call a cab to get to one of them.

[Bjorn]

Unless Nathan objects, Bjorn arranges for them to check into the hotel across the way.  It might be expensive, but the idea is not to stay there very long, anyways.

[Brian]

Nathan apparently does not object, and you quickly find yourselves ensconsed in a ... servicable, if not magnificent room.  It's miles above the home of Jacob Housner in Austin, though.

[Bjorn]

Bjorn doesn't pay particular attention to his surroundings, having stayed in too many hotel rooms for his taste.  Closing the door, he flops down on the nearest bed and says, "Can you pull out the uplink?  We should talk to the Oracle about what to do next -- and see if what's-their-faces have gotten in touch with us."