Ruk wasn’t listening. She was floating on her back and paddling surprisingly effectively towards the boat that had just run Senjen over. Tekeri had evolved in a rainforest environment, and so had developed a good water barrier on their feathers. 

“Wait for me!” she slurred, grabbing an oar. She was hauled up by two attendants in white Myrmidon uniforms. What had seemed like unsupervised chaos while under the influence was now revealed to be an elaborate illusion. There were plenty of Myrmidon people around; they had drinks and drug bowls in hand but didn’t seem to be overly impaired. There was a staff member attached to basically every clutch of guests.

The horizon that had seemed limitless before had the barely perceptible markers of a large but finite rectangular space. The castle and pulsing sphere seemed closer, perhaps only a few hundred feet.

“Hey! Are you alright?” Ferrow waded to Senjen’s side.

“We've had some technical issues - I'm afraid we need to escort everyone to safety.” He explained, eyes following his to the boats. They were turning around and headin back. Three or four people were wrestling the oar from Light's clutches. He placed one clawed hand in the water and it thickened, pushing them to the surface. It solidified at their feet, allowing them to literally walk back to shore.

“How did you find the party virus?” He pointed to the stick in Senjen's hand.