Harvest Plaza, Tonoe
The center of the simple town square is marked by a large stone statue of
a skinny mustachioed man in overalls. The stone walkway around it is
decorated with a lamp post at each corner, with small pink flags attached at
the top, wavering in the wind. Notable buildings in the square include a
cozy cafe to the southwest and an inn to the northeast. The main road leads
into the square from the south, while a side trail northwest goes into the
mountains.

Jillian places a hand on her hip, surveying the small farming community through half-lided eyes; she seems rather unnerved, but appears to be attempting to keep her typical obliviousness as the dominant emotion on her face, avoiding direct eye contact with anyone for that specific reason alone. The general feeling is that she's glad to be getting a move on.

Sunflash stands just off behind you, a battered yet effective pack slung across his back. Arms crossed, he split his time between eyeing the town and making sure the nervous wreck hadn't collapsed. Eventually curiosity gets the better of him. "What are you so jumpy for? Didn't throw a pot at anyone when I wasn't looking, did you?"

Jillian glances over her shoulde briefly, before turning forward again; she adjusts the bust of her turtleneck slightly, and gives a mild stretch, leaning back slightly. "I haven't. But the farmland instills memories I am not fond of. I would sooner be anywhere else, if given the choice. Plus, I don't truly require rest like the rest of you. In truth, I am simply eager to keep moving. That is all."

Jillian is reinforced by her statement to the fact that she seems to be carrying nothing, save for the clothes on her body.

Sunflash gave a shrug. "No down-time at all, eh? Must be nice, if it doesn't drive you insane." He paused to peer out at the farms. "Still, better to have a memory of a bad thing than to have the real thing, I suppose."

"There is downtime. I rest when I need to, but simple walks are not so draining. My heritage also denotes that I do not require sleep in the same manner that mortals do, so that is also a factor." Jillian runs a hand through her hair, still looking away from Sunflash. "I travel for the sake of traveling, until I am given a task that requests that I do otherwise. World experience is a benefit in all cases."

A quiet chuckle echoes from Sunflash's direction. "Well, I suppose we can all agree on that last bit."

Gforte approaches the group with a new backpack, grinning widely. "Now THIS. This will help greatly. Snacks, toiletries, and good old fashioned booze in a glass bottle." Gforte slings the backpack over his shoulder, and beckons to Jillian and Sunflash. "Come on, let's grab the Lobstrocity and then we can head on."

Sunflash says ' Oh, the thing has a name? This gets more amusing by the second.'

Jillian merely nods, taking the initiative to follow Gforte back to his waiting machination, perhaps with a little bit of haste in her steps.

Sunflash seems to take a squire's position almost habitually, setting up back and left of Gforte.

South Road, Tonoe
A large house sits to the north, with it's yard surrounded by a metal
fence that runs alongside the northern edge of the road. The road is
considerably wider here, curving northwest toward the plaza and northeast as
it approaches the farmlands.

Gforte leads the group a small way, and then grins at his waiting lobster mecha. "God I love this thing. Best product of my life right here." He jogs up to the hatch and wrenches it open, climbing inside and booting it's systems up.

Sunflash admires the creation...from a safe distance. The line 'hunk of junk' briefly crosses his mind before he shakes his head. "Next question: Who the hell are you planning on smashing with that thing?"

Jillian retains her silence, stopping near one giant foot/claw and awaiting further lead, subservient traveling cohort that she was. She looks on ahead in the direction she assumed they would be traveling, her eyes flickering occasionally with varying expressions.

A gout of smoke erupts from the whiskers of the Lobstrocity as the motor is kicked on, and the mecha rears onto it's legs, flexing it's joints in a test of it's systems. Gforte's voice crackles through the speakers. "Jill, this town has me a bit turned around. Where is our little city of the night?"

Sunflash idly tosses a fireball off towards the west. "Wanna head off that direction, boyo."

Jillian seemed like she was about to say something, but as Sunflash beat her to the punch, she only closes her mouth, looking up toward the cockpit from her position outside of it; she remains near the mech, not fearful of its stature or potential destructive powers. Or, if she was, she isn't showing it. In fact, Jillian's become pretty good at not showing much of anything, when she wants to.

Gforte smiles lightheartedly at Jillian from inside the mech, and then seals the hatch up, twisting the controls over towards the direction the fireball flew. "Allright then, shall we lady and gent? Viorar awaits us, dark alleyways, good booze, and people well trained in the arts of magic."

Jillian seems to figure that this is as acceptable of a "Let's go" command as anything, and does indeed get going; she starts off down the path in a westward fashion, not looking back to see if and how far behind the others were following. Her hips sway as she moves along, an inherent nod to her succubic personality, whether she consciously realizes it or not.

Sunflash does the smart wizard trick and places himself at the end of the line. He'd be more comfortable in the middle, but then he couldn't keep himself occupied. In that line of thinking, he pulled out a book from the top of his backpack and starts flipping pages.

Gforte keeps his lobstrocity at a medium pace, and only watches Jillian's backside with one eye, keeping the other focused steadily on the road ahead, looking out for potholes and the like. "What's the distance to there look like?"

Jillian seems keen on letting Sunflash do the navigating, since he was pretty quick to bat last time. Considering she was out in front, this seemed an odd consensus, but then again, she hasn't yet strayed from the 'odd' aspect too far, anyway. Besides, it was plenty obvious she knew where they were going. "It shouldn't be a whole lot further. Maybe a few days, at current speed."

Sunflash gives a mumbled reply along the lines of "Sure, if days are short in your book." But otherwise continued keeping his nose in whatever book he's investigating. LA DEE Dah.

Gforte nods to the given time estimates, and busies himself with cracking open his bottle of booze, swigging it liberally while following Jillian.