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[Dracos]

"So we got a Titan, a Vampire, and a mysterious Wanderer on top of the mix.  Fun."

Dracos

[Huitzil]

"Wait, a CELL PHONE? And it can tell when someone is trying to track you?

"...I really could have used one of these. Do you know if it's encrypted -- will people be able to hear what we're saying, even if they don't know where we're saying it from?"

[Rezantis]

"Yeah, there was a report where they mentioned that.  I think they indicated that he was after Ashnod as well.  Relm seems to think differently, and implied that she doesn't think Taylor was capable of stopping him, especially with him having apparently removed a chunk of her mind."

Rez paused.

"And yes, the  thing is encrypted.  No GPS, either."

[Dracos]

"The aliens will still be able to read your mind without the aluminum foil cap Uns.  But I'd bet those phones as safe communication lines as we are capable of getting."

Dracos

[Huitzil]

"Awesome."

Paul considers asking about the vampire titan stuff, but figures that he wouldn't really have anything to add, and that the guys who actually interacted with the stuff instead of hearing about it secondhand would know better. He'll just play it by ear, as he is wont to do.

[Rezantis]

"AAaanyway.  In other topic, the IDs should stand up to nigh any scrutiny short of a full background check, and even that shouldn't be too bad.  The names are of people who vanished in the Silicon Valley incident, and have no living family.  Since they were never confirmed dead, we're basically just all people who didn't bother reporting that we were alive for several years.  Not that it'll hopefully become relevant, but that's not in itself illegal."

[Dracos]

"Rock on McGrail.  And for our next trick, we will light the four crystals of legend and save the world!  Or keep driving..."

Dracos keeps driving.

Dracos

[Brian]

A long drive ... this trip is more bearable than the last for, the three who drove across the country, and insanely fast for the one who's only hitched for a fifty mile stretch once every other week for the last six months.

For the one who slept through his last major trip, it's mostly boring.

Ginrai seems to revel in his front-seat position, mumbling something about revenge for the original trip.  Rez and Unseen are admiring the well cared for Lord of the Rings cards placed carefully on the divider in the middle of the rear seat, and Bjorn has a good view from his spacious central seat.

You make good time, too.  Oakland seems as empty as San Francisco did, though judging by the lights as you pass the Bay Bridge, it wasn't hurt by the quakes.  After passing the Bay Bridge, you take the 580 across the bay, circumventing the city of San Francisco.

After crossing the nothern penninsula, you come out on highway 1, headed north.  This eventually leads you to the Point Reyes tourist center, with a helpful sign pointing into the national peserve reading, "Drake's Point."  It's interesting to note that the pavement is disrupted by a visible fault-line, clearly delineating the begining of the preserve.  The road is offset by a full eight meters, though judging by the wear in the dirt on either side of the divide, most people haven't let it bother them much.

[Dracos]

Dracos pulls over and parks at the tourist center.  "Okay, bathroom, stretching, getting maps, and whatnot break."

Dracos

[Rezantis]

"Oooh, a whatnot break.  Just what we need!'

[Huitzil]

"That's the longest continuous amount of time I've been in a car for half a year, at least. I think I want to savor it as long as I can."

Paul reachesin his pocket and pulls out a wad of rumpled, filthy money, and hands a dollar bill to Rez (or whoever looks to be getting out). "When you go in, could you get me a bottle of lemonade or something?"

[Brian]

The maps outline the area pretty well, and the furthest tip of Point Reyes is called "Drake's Point", in honor of Sir Francis Drake.  Further tourist information is availible, should you wish to peruse.

Sir Francis Drake the Boulevard will eventually lead you to Sir Francis Drake the Point, and the tourgides mention that your families will likely love Sir Francis Drake the T-shirt.

[Bjorn]

"I'm going to wait in the van," Bjorn says, settling himself, Shinmyouken at his feet.  "Somebody should watch our stuff."

He grins.  "Besides, I still can't remember my name."

[Rezantis]

"It's in your wallet, Mr Jones."

Rez clambers out of the van and looks around to see if there's anywhere to buy lemonade.

[Brian]

There are drinks and multiple snack-type foods for sale at the counter, about half of which are marked, "Atkins freindly!"  The guy wants three dollars for the lemonade, though the weather would be better for hot chocolate.