windandstorm | Hey look, a different planet!

Landing was easy enough, especially since the small, commercial passenger ship was designed to do it all on its own. Kyle didn't have to lift a finger. He was grateful for it, too. Modern technology was awesome, especially when it meant he just got to kick back and watch. He considered looking into what made the ship tick that way and adapting it to things around his workplace, but he'd probably get caught, knowing his luck. The risk outweighed the benefit. Oh well.

Besides, he had more pressing things to think about, like what he could possibly wish for once he got out of the ship and into The Point. That was the whole reason they came to this hunk of rock in the middle of who-knows-where after all, why should he walk away empty handed? The possibilities were endless... why couldn't he think of anything?

His thoughts were interrupted by the convenient little tone that announced the ship had come to a complete stop and it was safe to remove your seat belt and disembark. Thank God. He practically slung off his seat belt, adjusted his hat, and started toward the ship's exit with a grin. Fresh air would be very, very nice right now, and given they'd landed in the middle of a clearing in what appeared to be a vast forest, the air would certainly be very fresh.

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Lost in thoughts of just what he would come away from this adventure with (for a place to gain miracle-granting status, it had to be pretty damn great), Matthew hadn't been anywhere near as quick to notice the landing tone, and it was the sound of Kyle running off that jolted him back to awareness. He untangled himself from the seat belt as quickly as he could and hurried after his friend, intentionally knocking shoulders with him when he caught up. "You're trying to leave me behind," he accused, but the effect was ruined by the huge grin on his face.

"Not my fault you're in your own world," Kyle answered with a mocking grin of his own as he finished fiddling with the mechanism. He stepped back and watched the door slowly open to the world outside.

He took a deep breath, letting it out with a satisfied sigh and a blissful look on his face. "About time."

"The trip wasn't that bad," Matthew said, "for a nine hour nap, anyway." He gestured for Kyle to go ahead. "You're the one in such a hurry, let's go."

"You obviously slept well. I couldn't think over your snoring." He spared a moment to give his friend a smirk, then gladly took the lead and stepped into the open field.

He then promptly dropped to the ground on his back, arms spread out beside him. "Maybe I'll sleep here." He certainly looked content enough with that option. Besides, the grass was amazingly fluffy. How did grass get that fluffy?

Matthew followed and stood above Kyle, looking down. He considered tapping his foot, but the grass was springy enough that he doubted it would have the proper effect. "We didn't come all this way for you to nap, Ry."

"Right. About that."

Kyle sat up, looking up at his friend. His expression was entirely serious... at first. Then, it slipped into a sheepish smile.

"You should just go without me. You're the one with a wish, not me. I don't want to risk going in there and getting something I don't really want because I don't really know what I want." He blinked. That made more sense in his head. Oh well.

It took a few seconds to untangle that sentence, and even then Matthew wasn't sure he believed what had been said. "You're afraid of the Point," he said slowly. "We come all this way and you're afraid to follow through."

"What-- afraid? Where the hell did you get that?" He gave Matthew an affronted look, then rolled his eyes. "I'm not afraid. I just honest to God don't know what to ask for."

Both options were about equally unlikely in Matthew's mind. "How do you not know what to ask for? Riches, fame, a planet named in your honor?"

"Exactly." Kyle secured his hat with one hand and stood. "You could ask for anything. How do you pick one thing?"

"It's better than not picking anything." Matthew shook his head. "It's the chance of a lifetime and you're just letting it slip away."

"So are you, if you plan on standing here and arguing me into it."

He crossed his arms and cocked his head to one side. "Look, you want to make a choice for me? I've got it narrowed down to two." He holds up a corresponding number of fingers. "One, for my dad to back off. Two, the whole riches bit. Seriously, they're about equal in my mind. And if you can pick for me, I will go." His expression and tone both implied that he was totally not kidding.

A serious subject called for a serious response, so Matthew sat down next to Kyle. "That's tough. Especially since choosing one pretty much kills off any hope for the other."

He gave an exaggerated shrug, palms up, and grinned at Matt. "It's like picking the lesser of two evils. ... Or greater." He paused for a beat, trying to logic that out. "Depends on how you look at it, I guess. Anyway, that's my point. See what I mean?"

Matthew still thought picking neither was a cop-out, but he'd expressed that earlier. "So you're really going to make me go by myself?"

"You want to pick for me?" Kyle was still grinning. "You know I'd totally be able to live with either of those."

"And let you bitch at me about the one you didn't pick for the next ten years? Please." Matthew stood up, making a show of brushing nonexistent dirt and grass off of his pants. "I guess I'll just have to get something twice as good to make up for it."

"Damn. Here I was hoping I could blame you for picking the wrong one." Kyle smirked. He stood as well, stretching his arms above his head before giving Matthew a hearty pat on the back. "Just don't get yourself killed. If it turns out you have to slay a dragon, don't do something stupid. Bring your ass back here, we'll gun it down with the turrets." He glanced back at the ship with a thoughtful look. "Do we have turrets on that thing?" He jokingly asked.

"Turrets cost extra and you already put too many bells and whistles on," he said, starting off toward the Point. He didn't gotten more than twenty feet away before turning back to add, "And if I die, say something nice at the funeral."

"Before or after I tell everyone what you're really like?" Kyle laughed a little, and then waved a hand toward Matthew in a shoo-ing motion. "Go on, would you? The sooner you get there, the sooner you can come back and tell me all about it."

Matthew waved that off. "Like you're even that interested." He started off again, mind already on his destination.

After spending an eventful hour at the Point, Matthew returned... seemingly unchanged, other than the confused look on his face and a good-sized walking stick he apparently gained in the interim. He dropped to the ground and set the stick aside before asking, "Ever met somebody who talks like a fortune cookie?"

Kyle had moved to sit on top of the ship while Matthew was away so he could better hear his friend's return (and because sleeping with the warm sun beating down on you is always more cozy). So when Matthew's first action was to drop unceremoniously to the ground and stare upward, he couldn't help but be a little concerned. With a frown, and (somewhat reluctantly) dropping any teasing about his looks not being made any better by the Point, Kyle jumped down and made his way over.

"Just once, when Marjorie decided it would be fun to see an old-timey fortune teller. Why?"

"There were three of them," he gestured with one hand, half to go along with what he's saying and half to brush at a cloud in the sky. "With robes. Part of the decor in the room outside it. They gave me a stick."

Kyle sat down beside him, the worry fading. Matt was at least acting normally. "I'm guessing they didn't want to play fetch?"

"No." He turned enough to give Kyle a Look. "It's kind of big for that."

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