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Arriving at the elf on a shelf—er, on a log—Erin wasn't the first to arrive. A handful of people had already arrived. A [abbr=Sara/Rihi, who was actually a dwarf]really short woman[/abbr] (had she been more stout, Erin would have considered her a dwarf!), [abbr=Astrum]a teenager[/abbr] who managed to keep the bright look in his eyes, a [abbr=Samuel. Don't tell me that hair is natural.]wildfire looking fellow[/abbr] whose hair managed to be practically standing straight up (even without product), a [abbr=not!Buffalo Bill]boomer with a Clint Eastwood inspo[/abbr], a—as the Japanese would say—[abbr=Yukino]nekomimi[/abbr], a [abbr=Takeshima]small womanly lookin' dude[/abbr] that reminded Erin of a RPG/lifesim she played, [abbr=Agata]one horny girl[/abbr], a [abbr=Yuudai]very sad elf[/abbr] screeching about things such as bowing and emperors, and a [abbr=Toppo. Ain't talking about bear as an animal.]bear[/abbr].

The people who had already arrived were talking about things. Erin didn't really interject herself into the conversation, as introducing yourself to a group before everyone was there was a pretty r00d move. You'd have to introduce yourself again later, and that was dumb as heck. Plus, she wasn't really able to read the room—er, clearing—over all of the screeching. As more people arrived after Erin, she decided that she would converse with people... a bit after? Whenever the womanly man elf was finished talking.

With his quick introduction out of the way and a portal opening up to a new place, it was obvious that this wasn't Earth. Well, it had been obvious since the entire 'reincarnated as a squirrel girl' thing, but this was confirmation that it was a [i]fantasy[/i] world. As opposed to a futuristic world in which Erin was transported into a terrarium for the enjoyment of the future overlord that went by Alaela. Well, a wormhole was hardly a fantasy marker. Maybe it was some future tech. Erin kept the thought in her mind. Even if she didn't tell anyone her crackpot one in a trillion theory, she would know deep down that she was right. If she was wrong? Well she'd forget the theory in 5 minutes so it didn't matter.

The short green-haired woman and a few others remained in a strange conversation as the sad elf girl had her bizarre spiel about being emperor and doing things first. Something about touching the bear moose's fur. Erin snubbed the idea. Her tail was at least 50 times better. It was like having Mike Tyson in his prime fight an elementary school child; her tail was Mike Tyson, of course. The sad elf girl bravely leapt first into the portal, resulting in Clint Boomwood to disapprove of her actions. He immediately implied he should have went first because he had a gun. Ignoring the fact that Aloe Vera went in first and if it was a trap, he probably wouldn't have bothered to open the portal in the first place.

He must have been from the USA, Erin thought as she ignored the entire 'is that just a Texas thing' comment. Normal people didn't enter wormholes with the plan to shoot whatever threats popped up. Normal people also didn't really enter wormholes, so there was really no standard for behaviour.

[b][color=9E675A]"I'm, uh, going to make sure this boomer,"[/color][/b] she worryingly assured the others with a dab to enunciate 'boomer', [b][color=9E675A]"doesn't shoot friendly elves."[/color][/b] Actually kind of worried that the man would actually shoot the first thing he saw as a threat, Erin ran into the portal. The time to talk was later; she had elf children to protect.