Temporary Quarters

Fantasia Blackheart has trouble believing her eyes. The small town airport is crowded… by men and fantastical creatures. There's a nude blonde woman with perfect skin, a thin waist, wide hips, a bubble butt, big boobs, and oh yes: white and gray WINGS flying overhead… who dives down to gobble some bread a man tosses on the ground… while the man takes pictures. Another man has his pants down, with flower covering his gear… and he's moaning as he thrusts into it. Other flowers have a milky white liquid slowly dripping out. Another man is using a large rubber dildo to lead several women that have what looks like golden wool on their backs… pointing the fake phallus at various objects and saying the name of the object; the sheep-women copy him… but they're at least clothed.

Fantasia watches dumbstruck as one man pulls out a leash and some bread, and as he's looking up at a flying woman, smiling, a fully clothed blonde bombshell walks up and calmly points a gun at him, taking up a focused and clearly well practiced stance, a good twenty feet from him, “Oh, please try that. Human trafficking is SO illegal here that ‘I saw him trying to make merchandise of someone’ is explicitly a perfectly valid defense against ****. Go on. Try it. I could use the target practice.” As she visibly flicks the safety off, the man very quickly eats the bread himself, puts the leash back in his pocket… then runs. The woman chuckles as she flips the safety back on and holsters the pistol.

Shaking her head, Ms. Blackheart mutters, “There are no words…” under her breath as she heads to the parking lot.

The parking lot is more of the same, plus topless blonde women walking around with signs specifying their rates (which are remarkably standardized), fruit sellers peddling what looks like women's breasts, and vans advertising farm tours (with pictures of the new shape of cattle on the sides… nude women with cow udders, horse tails, feathered wings, wool, and other animal parts). Most of them also have websites listed. Taking a breath and counting to ten, the magical maestra looks around for her driver, eventually spotting her: A brunette woman with a refreshingly modest chest, fully dressed in a basic business suit, holding a sign saying, “Fantasia Blackheart” in front of a simple green compact car.

Smiling with relief, the hero of the day walks towards her ride, “Thank Pelor! Get me out of this insanity, please!”

The brunette cringes, “good luck with that, Ms. Blackheart, you won't escape the…” the woman pauses, “...new nature in these parts without getting well out of town, and I left the RV at the campground which….”

“The RV is fine. I can at least lock the insanity outside, yes?” Fantasia looks at the driver, who nods, so she continues, “Great! What's the address?”

The driver hands her the keys and the campground paperwork, and holds the driver's side door open while Ms. Blackheart climbs in. Once the door is closed, the woman gets directions from her phone, starts the car, and begins driving, trying very hard to ignore the view.

The magical maestra mutters a spell under her breath, then lets go of the wheel, which continues to steer the car, now unassisted. She closes her eyes, and whispers, “Hey Lynnaris?”

“Yes Mistress?” the servant answers from the back seat.

“Would you please fetch the file on Dr. Bimbo?” Fantasia takes a slow breath, “With the scope of this accident, I think I should look at what he can do just a little more closely.”

“Here you go, Mistress,” the magical servant hands Ms. Blackheart a manilla folder that she hadn't had in hand.

“Thank you,” the sorceress takes it, and begins to read the brief in full detail as the car heads to the campground.

By the time Fantasia Blackheart finishes and hands the folder back to her servant for storage, the car has already found the campsite and parked itself. The mage looks at the door, and it simply opens for her. Taking her keys she heads to the RV - which is already set up, with power, water, and sewer attached; the wheels blocked; the pull-outs open; the top expanded; the awning spread; and some lawn chairs and a folding table set out under said awning. Trying to ignore the eyes of the green women with their feet buried in the soil all around her following her idly, Ms. Blackheart strides to her temporary residence, unlocks the door with her key, goes inside, locks the door, turns on the lights, closes the blinds, then sits down on the leather couch in what could easily be confused for a luxury apartment, and just breathes for a while.

After a time, the sorceress pulls herself together, and places a call….