Downtown LA, Even Later Saturday Night (... Or 2 AM on Sunday Morning)

It took over an hour to get from the observatory to where they were going, but what was a rescue mission without having to travel a bit? (Okay, Molly complained half the way over, but that was to be expected.) And once they got to the general area Chase had led them to (mostly warehouses, it seemed), it was mostly just a question of wandering around until Gert's dino sense led them somewhere.

So naturally they were all following her. Eventually, her frown lightened some. "Guys, I think I'm getting something," she said, and started towards one building in particular.

( Star Trek meets Stark Tech. I can't believe it took me until now to come up with that lame joke. )

[ooc: NFB, NFI, OOC-okay. Again taken from Runaways volume one, issue eighteen, and preplayed with the wonderful seeks_the_stars!]

Venice Beach, LA, CA, Sunday

There were ways in which it was great to be home in LA.

And then there was having six teenagers and a dinosaur all cramped together in a ship that didn't so much fly as jump. Not that they'd been doing that much since last night: they'd parked the Leapfrog – cloaked, of course – on Venice Beach, and there they were still, even after a night of fitful sleep.

It was a new day. They'd probably have to figure out breakfast at some point.

Not to mention some other, bigger things.

"Anyone wanna play cards with me?" Molly asked. "... Did anyone bring cards?"

[ooc: NFB, and for the guy who is here.]