Mel & Tomahawk Land

Fauna smirks and watches as Wolke turns back to his original cloud form. He gets extra fluffy around the hooks, so that they hold. Fauna watches Tomahawk now. "Just don't get carsick," she says, grinning.

Tomahawk gets into the car and mumbles "car sick more like flying car sick"

Tomahawk hears Fauna burst out laughing as they start to go up in the air. They go up high enough so that other cars on the road won't see a flying car.

"Just don't look down," Fauna calls. They start going extremely fast, yet extremely smoothly, towards Las Vegas.

Tomahawk Honks the horn and scares Fauna hears it

Fauna jumps and glares at the car. She drops a hailstone from above and throws it at the GT... It shatters the windshield. Fauna gasps and bites her lip, grinning.

"You okay?" she asks, teleporting into the passenger seat. She looks around nervously, feeling nauseous in the car.

Tomahawk pulls out a shard of glass from his arm and says "I'm okay, but the cars not!"

Fauna peers at the windshield and shrugs. "It's just the windshield..." She trails off, knowing that they have to drive this thing in Las Vegas. "I'll try to make some more glass," she says after a moment, then teleports back onto Wolke. "I've never tried that before," the mutters under her breath.

Tomahawk starts handing her some large pieces of glass

Fauna connects them with sand, then creates more. She eventually has a complete windshield and inserts it just as they float over Las Vegas.

Tomahawk looks down "HOLY HELL" he yells "lets land shall we"

Fauna nods. She turns the car, herself, Tomahawk, and Wolke all invisible and lands on top of a hill, far away from the city. "Aright, so what now?" she asks, sitting on the hood of the car to look at Tomahawk.

Tomahawk looks at Fauna and says "get us the Las Vegas, here" he hands her the keys

Fauna takes the keys and stares at the steering wheel. "I already broke the windshield... Are you sure?" she asks, holding up the keys and looking at Tomahawk.

Tomahawk looks at the car and says "I'll help you, you can push the pedal and I'll steer"

Fauna nods, smiling now. She teleports into the driver's seat and fumbles with all of the buttons and everything, knowing that it's not running since the keys are in her hand. She looks down at the pedals and arches an eyebrow. "How are we gonna do that?" she asks, looking up at Tomahawk again.

Tomahawk looks at the passenger side and says "I'll sit there and steer while you push the peddle" He points to the passenger seat

Fauna shrugs and starts the engine. Wolke turns extremely small and acts as an ornament that hangs down from the rear-view mirror. Fauna presses softly on the gas, and the car revs. She stares at her foot and arches an eyebrow. "We're not gonna get there in one piece," she mutters under her breath.

Tomahawk Puts the car in drive and says "we won't get there at all, without putting the car in drive"

Fauna lets out a gust of air in frustration. "I have no idea what I'm doing," she mutters, pressing down on the pedal so that they start rolling down the hill, onto the road.

"Lightly press the pedal and you'll go slow the speed limit is 70 so you can go 75"

Fauna puts on a squeaky voice and mimicks him. "Lightly press the pedal and you'll go slow. The speed limit is 70, so you can go 75," she mutters. She presses down on the pedal, and the dial reaches 78. "What happens if I go over?" she asks, watching cars fly by.

Tomahawk steers right steers left "We get pulled over but you can go over the speed limit by 10 so your good"

Fauna keeps at 78. "Pulled over? Does something pop up from the ground and pull us to the side of the road?" she asks, peering down at the other pedals. "What's this one d-" The car jerks forward, throwing them both against the dashboard. "OW!" Fauna yelps and takes her foot off of the gas so that they're almost completely still in the middle of the road.

The car behind them rear ends them and Tomahawk goes flying through the wind sheild.

Fauna jerks the car door open and flips the car behind them over, into the ditch. She runs around the GT then and sits on the hood, looking down at Tomahawk.

"I told you..." she mutters, smiling slightly.