~~~ IC ~~~

::It's a bright summer day, not far away the surf crashes on the beach, An drones at the Beachfront Storage proprieter about his "surfing" days while you stash the Pegasus in the shed...

And it's staring at Vasili...

Through the crate, through the door of the small box full of "surfing gear", Vasili can feel the attention of the gargoyle firmly upon him...

::Vasili tries not to make direct eye contact, but finds himself strangely drawn to it::

it's somewhat unsettling, but not unfriendly... As the door closes, An finishes his made up story from a made up identity and heads back to the group, the proprieter seemingly satisfied::

::always nervous around narrated "seemingly"s.::

::nods slightly and questioningly to An upon return.::

::Checking in in person::

::Budi spots your jeep and heads up to the group::

Greetings everyone. Bad news everyone. I had traced down ... the item in question. But have just heard that it has been moved. It has simply disapeared

::lights up, then looks disappointed, sorta like gandalf::

I'm sorry. ::hanges his head down:: what do we do now?

The Gargoyle?

yes.

::clears his throat:: Did I mention...

::looks up.::

That oldthing :: motions to the trailor on back::

I mean. Maybe you guys. Already know this. But I mean, beyond just being... well, you know. It's really, definitely connected to the lovers. You know. That statue out in the desert?

::looks confused:: The one where we almost crashed?

Yeah. You know. The Ghast desert.

::in the afternoon light, it's apparent to Budi that the empty trailer attached to the jeep that An is pointing at, seems to have some kind of identifying mark scraped off "C.S.T..A"?::

::Scratches his head. Uncomfortable with ambiguous vision thingies, especially ones that don't pertain to just his own private mental life::

Where did you get that trailer?

We borrowed it.

::A smile slowly crosses Budi's face."":: I see that I missed quite a bit being gone.

A little ::grins:: Ok, got it We're gonna stash our "surf gear" here.

You surf? Ocean or atmosphere? ::wink::

Whichever. So, we've got our gear, what's next?

((Talk amongst yourselves, brb))

::looks around the trailer:

::it's a small, wheeled platform designed for the transport of objects no more than about two meters square::

So. It just... disappeared? Any particular kind of disappeared? Like, in the night, whilst people in cloaks jumped from rooftop to rooftop? In a blinding flash of light?