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Erica and Mallory’s World Tour Chapter Four: Hotel Hijinks Written by Goldbitter and WickedAvatar Expedition Journal of Professor Erica Caster: We’ve made an emergency stop in Paris on our way to our next destination due to a slight mechanical issue with the plane’s engine. Lilly had initially assured us that it could be fixed in just a few hours, and not wanting to have my assistant get stuck with all the work while we lounged about on the plane, I graciously volunteered Mallory and myself to provide assistance so we could get back on schedule faster. In hindsight, my good intentions may have been a bit misguided and the job probably should have been left to the professionals, as the engine (and our clothes) suffered more serious damage after a few…accidents. After a lengthy shower to clean off our new coatings of engine oil and soot, Lilly suggested that Mallory and I procure some lodging in the city so we wouldn’t be left sleeping in the airport while she and the flight crew

Erica and Mallory’s World Tour Chapter Four: Hotel Hijinks (Part One) Written by Goldbitter and WickedAvatar Expedition Journal of Professor Erica Caster: We’ve made an emergency stop in Paris on our way to our next destination due to a slight mechanical issue with the plane’s engine. Lilly had initially assured us that it could be fixed in just a few hours, and not wanting to have my assistant get stuck with all the work while we lounged about on the plane, I graciously volunteered Mallory and myself to provide assistance so we could get back on schedule faster. In hindsight, my good intentions may have been a bit misguided and the job probably should have been left to the professionals, as the engine (and our clothes) suffered more serious damage after a few…accidents. After a lengthy shower to clean off our new coatings of engine oil and soot, Lilly suggested that Mallory and I procure some lodging in the city so we wouldn’t be left sleeping in the airport while she and the

Somewhere in Europe.... ************************************************************************** Peter loitered about the five and dime store, browsing, fully aware that he had only two quarters to his name, nestled in his jeans pocket. The store clerk sighed as Peter, only 12 years old, kept eyeing the row of brightly colored candy bar wrappers that lined aisle 7. "Son, come here for a moment," the portly, mustached clerk said wriggling his finger for Peter to come over to the counter. "You have been here for an hour and a half, just browsing. I'll tell you what. What is your name?" "Peter, sir," he replied shyly, fearing that he was about to get tossed out on his ear from the establishment. "Nice to meet you, Peter. Call me Mister Avery. I will let you have three candy bars if you do the store a favor and neatly stack the magazines that you disheveled," the storekeeper proposed with a hearty chuckle. "Oh, wow! Yes, sir. i will do just that." "Fabulous," the middle-aged man