Welcome to town!

[Edward]

The Shoveller blinks.  "Um, isn't that taking the resemblance a bit far?  besides, I meant your super identity."

[Ragnar]

"That's my super identity," Dwight says. "Dwight D. Eisenpower. It's a long story."

[Edward]

"I...see," the Shoveller replies.  "Dwight, then?"

[Brian]

The vessel's already quiet engines whir down as the Stone approaches, now threatening to blot out the sun.  Currently, the ship appears to be drifting at a good clip into the sheer granite walls dead ahead.

"Boy, I uh, can't wait to see the garage door on this thing," Action Kid says, a trifle nervously.  "I mean, they do have one, right?"

[Halbarad]

"I hope so," Balrog says, looking a bit worried. "I mean, I can manage if they DON'T have one, but I don't think I could get the whole boat inside or anything."

[Edward]

The Shoveller shrugs.  "Whoever we're meeting has seemed competent so far.  Why wouldn't things open properly?"

[Ragnar]

This latest query seems to create an awkward pause, which stretches uncomfortably over the boat. Perhaps they are ruminating over the fact that they are accepting an offer from someone who they know nothing about, or perhaps the similarity to the opening of a certain Agatha Christie plot involving Indians and a remote island is surfacing in the back of a few of their minds.

"So," Dwight ventures forward, "any guesses as to what we can expect the Welcoming Committee to look like?"

[Bjorn]

"Lasers," the Gargoyle rumbles.

[Halbarad]

Balrog winces at that. "Better lasers than missiles," he mutters. "I hate choking on the exhaust."

[Bjorn]

"Maybe there'll be a firepit," the Gargoyle offers.  "I like fire."

[Brian]

As the craft draws closer to the Stone, a large section of it simply folds outward, and then sinks below the waters, revealing a cavernous opening within.  Inside is an exceedingly well-lit hangar, housing a pair of identical craft.  The boat idles in slowly, allowing everyone a chance to look around before the rock rises and seals behind.

The area inside is probably at least the size of a football stadium, and the boat is currently headed towards the pier where the other two craft rest, moored by auto-cables.  None of the heroes seem to be in sight, though.

"I can't even see the seams!" Action Kid says in a voice of subdued awe.  "Awesome engineering!"

[Bjorn]

"You know," says the Gargoyle, "I'm not really feeling the love here.  Wouldn't it be at least sorta polite to stick their heads down and say, 'Hey, howya doin'?'?"

[Halbarad]

"Yeah... not even anyone here to meet us? What's up with that?" Balrog replies, casting a dubious look at the dock. "I mean, where the heck are we supposed to go from here?"

[Ragnar]

"Perhaps it's some sort of test?" suggests Dwight.

[Bjorn]

"I'm not really good at testing."