[hr][hr][center][img]http://fontmeme.com/permalink/170609/6993f16961e0f0769efda621e785818a.png[/img][hr][hr][b][color=998849]Destrehan, Louisiana, USA: November 1st, 1943[/color][/b][hr][hr][/center] While the haze or shimmering was disturbing there was nothing that could be done about by just standing around. People had to move forward and quickly. If Siduri hadn't already made that clear, nothing would other than, oh I don't know, people starting to drop dead and the sky falling but hey, Chicken Little isn't around right now. he's still caged. Ben shook his head slightly and sighed. "Let's just keep moving," he said as he put the truck in gear. Slowly pulling forward and away from the gate. Driving down the road as the rest of the Carnivale was following behind him and Faith. There was a little worry that maybe he shouldn't have driven off but Siduri did not say to stop nor come out, so keep going until she said otherwise or they needed to stop for the day. One hand on the wheel Ben pulled out a cigarette and lit it up. Setting the back between him and Faith on the seat. "Go ahead and have one if ya want," he said as he rested an elbow out the window of the truck and slowly puffed on it. This drive was going to take a while. Louisiana to New York was a long drive even in modern times. Right now it was the 1940's. The world was at war. Things were tight. Roads weren't exactly something that were maintained. The Carnivale didn't exactly have the newest model vehicles coming off the few lines that were active for civilian manufacturing. Billboards lined the highways saying things like Support the Troops, Buy Bonds, and so forth. Figuring they were going to be at this for a few days Ben tried to relax some behind the wheel. "So, ever met Babylon before?" he asked Faith. He didn't know the girl but he had to give her this. She had guts to be going to do this with everything happened, with a group of people she didn't know, without the people she did know. Strong woman, which was a good thing in his mind. Considering what was going on, strength of mind and determination might be the tipping factor, if there was one. Peter looked over towards Gilbert and nodded. [color=82ca9d]"Quite well, thank you,"[/color] he said before turning and looking towards Gio. So it was back to Egypt was it? That was what had gotten him into trouble in the first place. [color=82ca9d]"Say nothing of it, should we be able to test the theory it will prove valuable information in fighting these creatures in the future."[/color] Peter did have a thought though as he stepped through. Perhaps it wasn't such a bad location to start after all. There was the Royal base there his uncle was in command of. Should they need to arm themselves, blend in, perhaps, oh yes, perhaps a plane, it was a good place to start. Even if he did have to creatively acquire such things. [center][hr][b][color=998849]Babylon Fortress, Cairo, Egypt: October 6th, 1924[/color][/b][hr][/center] As people started to step through the portal, they would find themselves in an ancient fortress built by the Romans that was still standing in Cairo. A good place for the portal to take them. It wasn't traveled right now. Closed off to the public and few guards at the very outskirts to keep out the riff raff. A place they could lay low and not just be put into such a predicament as locals seeing those not outfitted for the era. Nothing odd seemed to be in play - that was what was odd. There was no haze - At first. Peter quirked a brow. Was this because they were outside of where the loop was? If there was no haze, then being there was pointless. [color=82ca9d]"Well that is odd,"[/color] Peter commented to those that had already stepped through. Gilbert and James would note it as well. Nothing seemed to be off or observable other than observing the normal. (Which at this point could betaken as good or bad.) Yet, it only lasted a few moments. Then it set in like it had back in Louisiana. [color=82ca9d]"And that is even more strange,"[/color] Peter added as he moved away from the portal so the others could come through. Looking at his clothing Peter then looked at the others. [color=82ca9d]"I say, I do believe I am the only one that fits the local and more than that era of clothing. Perhaps I should see what I can do about fetching something more, appropriate for the rest?"[/color] he suggested. Maybe The Hat could pull something out of it but if they could tend to things without having to do such, especially on such a minor detail, wouldn't that be best?