With a screech of tires, a junky old car came to a halt in front of Arhra's place. From the car exited Toastburner, now in his Professor form.

"Despite the fact that I'm already getting tired of dying," TB said, "This is a quasi-good turn of events. Fortunately for Rhiya...and those who don't want to be torn to pieces by Rhiya...this car, despite the fact it looks like a 30 year old car, is actually a state of the art, trans-atmesphereic/dimensional/whatever else vehicle...and it seats six comfortable. Plus," TB said, a sadistic grin growing on his face as he held the keys up, "It comes fully armed!" Pushing one of the buttons on the keychain, the trunk popped open, and a robotic arm extended, topped by twin pulse lasers.

"So, I can give some rides...and might I suggest you all get away from Premonitions? The lasers need one last test..."

Fenris perked up at the sound of that. He didn't like witnessing Premonition's wild display of "Hey, let's kill that guy because he comes back!" mentality, and he walked over to Toastburner.

"I'll ride along with you, if you don't mind."

Syttulg walked over to Professor and tapped the side of his car.

"Seems sturdy enough. Can I ride with you?"

"I know a stupid idea when I hear it," KP remarked, throwing a sidewase glance at Rhiya. "I'll take the car," he finished, bounding over towards it.

"Ah! Transportation in plaguristic style is fun like excellence." Phoenix exclaimed purposelessly, striding over to the professorcar and taking a seat. She'd overcome her anger frenzy momentarially and stowed her revolver back in it's holster.

"Do courteously test your lasers, Professor Toastburner, and should they fail, I'll pick up the slack." Phoenix grins.

Pyros walked over to the car. "I thank you, man who looks vaguely like a movie icon I'm aware of, for bringing an alternate solution. Is there anyway I could repay you?"

Premonitions gave the car a strange look, gave the surrounding NFPer's the same look and shrugged"Well, seeing as I'm, less than popular at the moment-" He reached back with both hands and began pulling out what appeared to be a red and yellow rug, neatly rolled up. After pulling it all the way out, he lugged it u onto his shoulders "-I think I'll get my own transport, this thing has a time limit, so, can we get moving?"He Grabbed one end of the ornately decorated rug, which smalled faintly of bird feathers, and whipped it out.It fell lightly to the ground and merely hovered inches above the grass.

"Great Scott!" cried Mauve, "A death-car! Don't suppose you'd have room to squeeze in one more person, hmm?"

"I think I'll arrange my own transporatation" Steel muttered, looking at the already crowded science car. He stepped into thin air and hovered. "Ready when you are!"