Harvey Alibastor woke up with a start. The last thing he remembered was confronting a good friend in the middle of Rando Land. No, that was wrong. The last thing he [i]actually[/i] remembered was that good friend's foot punching straight through his swim bladder. This was quite unusual.

Harvey flopped to his feet and took a moment to assess his situation. Brad was gone. So was Rando, and his army, and Terry, and Ajeet, and... her. As a matter of fact, [i]everything[/i] was gone. The grim, blue clay and the harsh plateaus of Rando Land that had occupied so much of the landscape now... didn't. This was more of a wholesomely generic, almost entirely flat grassland. More of a plane than a plain, really. All in all, it was better than being kicked to death.

Someone was approaching him, and they weren't subtle about it. Harvey tightened his grip on Dandy Boy and slipped it out of its holster. Years of life in Olathe had trained Harvey's senses, and taught him [i]exactly[/i] what one should do to any stranger casually walking up to you. Entirely failing to grin convincingly, Harvey casually aimed his gun at Kieri. It was time for an introduction!

This next part, as Harvey understood it, was vital to establishing your credibility as a lawyer. The famous "gunpoint pitch". First, it needed a show of force.

[color=turquoise]"Hold it, pal!"[/color] remarked Harvey, waggling his gun threateningly. [color=turquoise]"You could've run into a bad situation, sneaking up on someone like that!"[/color]

Harvey made a show of twirling his gun and lowering it, as he was taught to. Flourishes were as much a part of being a lawyer as actually working with clients.

[color=turquoise]"Harvey Alibastor: Attorney At Law. Prosecution, Defense, and Persecution, at all rates, at all times. My card--"[/color] Harvey expertly flicked a small cardboard rectangle into Kieri's hair. [color=turquoise]"feel free to contact me when you've got something that needs suing. Now that you know me, how's about you give me [i]your[/i] name?"[/color]