Transmigration 9: Brave New Worlds
Pan-fandom, SciFi, and Screwed-Up
August 19th, 2010 
Alessa was typically a loner: she would mostly stay at the factory in the city, which was becoming much bigger: now there was no doubt what area was Alessa's recreated Silent Hill, what with the constant fog and the eerie silence that cloaked the place. What was surprising was that Alessa was finding more and more there was one other place that she liked to frequent: hydroponics bay.

It was nowhere near as quiet as her Silent Hill, and it was definitely much brighter, but those were the only real flaws. Being surrounded by alien creatures, not really having to deal with random conversations unless she so chose: it was far different from the Sensoriums, where people could blunder in without so much as a moment's notice. In any case, she was perfectly content here, and anyone who saw her could FEEL something different, even being in the bay: it was as if there were a vibration coming from the demon girl, and she found it so pleasing she didn't bother with a disguise now, preferring her true face.
Kon is writing with his stylus in his omnicom, sitting in the Media Library, mulling something off. It looks suspiciously like two lists. There is a third one in development, but it's much shorter than the others.

"Something... something that's just me--what's just me?"

This whole figuring out something to do that's just...him, is a lot harder than he'd originally thought.
08:16 pm
Stoick blinked and then muttered an oath. "Odin, that's a big dragon." The massive wooden dragon above the Drunken Dragon Tavern was eye-catching and more than a little impressive to him.

It spoke well for the tavern at least, to boast something so grand. So with another glance at the wooden statue, he entered and was immediately confronted by familiar-looking scenery. Painted walls depicting a story, or series of stories, stretched as far as he could see into the tavern. The tavern itself wasn't very large, by viking standards, but it was close enough.

He took his time ambling forward, his eyes absorbing the story the mural told.
It was done.

Xander, Kang and Ed had worked on it for several days, and the end result was a fairly decent-sized forge, complete with all the tools of the trade. They'd done a bit of research to make sure that Hiccup had everything he would need.

Having sent the message, the three of them waited for the boy to show up.
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