Kyer, magically transformed into her usual introverted self now that she and her loved ones were no longer in danger, sat quietly in the front seat of Lisa's car as they drove up to the Comfy Cottage, CotK H.Q. extraordinaire. Or maybe Bel Aire. Gadzooks-- the place was HUGE! (She fervently hoped her room would have plenty of nooks and crannies as she didn't much care for big, open spaces. Kyer-sized hidey holes were a must. It was the Paranoid in her.)

Looking at the place with a critical eye, she decided the English Cottage trimmings looked kind of out of place in a building that appeared to be as big as some hotels.

<Kla-Klunk!>

The moat with drawbridge was a nice touch though.

Lisa did the door bell honors as the duo disembarked, while Kyer anxiously glanced about..
'Calmness... calmness... it's only people', the Schitzoid Knightie consoled herself. 'Just a few almost perfect strangers I met online because of my love for Nicholas. People who I'm going to be sharing space with what the heck am I doing here?!!' She stifled the urge to bolt as the door opened to Margie's and J.L. Kerr's smiling faces. What a time to get one of her: 'I vant to be alone! 'attacks!

"Hi, Lisa! And this must be--"

"Spitz!" Answered the ashen-skinned woman in the poncho.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Umm.. my llama. Mr. Spitz." Kyer indicated her puppet.

"And I'm J.L. Kerr." J.L. smiled back while giving Lisa a questioning look. She gamely shook Mr. Spitz's foreleg; Margie did the same. They politely stepped aside to allow Lisa and Kyer entry.

While Kyer stood looking around the common room, J.L. whispered to Lisa: "Is she alright?.

"She does seem kinda spaced," commented Margie. "Maybe it was the shock of being arrested?"

Lisa shrugged, "She was downright ornery at the station. Quiet as a sleeping space chicken on the ride here, though."

"What's that about the Space Chickens?" Morgaine's voice queried as she popped her head from out of the music room. "Kyer!" Boundless energy descended on the wide-eyed figure who hurriedly stepped back while placing her puppet between herself and the younger woman just in time to avoid being crushed in a hug.

"Aack!" Morgaine stepped back and wiped at the garlic juice dripping from her neck. Kyer's face was a postcard for angst.

"Oops! Sorry... Morgaine?"

"That's me."

"Sorry about that, Morgaine. But Mr. Spitz is really funny about hugs and stuff. He doesn't like to be touched, ya know?"

"*Now* you tell me. Well.. no real harm done. Lucky thing I'm not a vampire. Say! Wanna introduce Mr. Spitz to my Space Chickens?" *That* perked up her animal-loving friend.

"Ooo-- we like chickens, don't we Mr. Spitz! Only... is the larder stocked yet? Kyer rubbed her growling stomach. "I'm kinda hungry. Haven't eaten all day. Long flight and cash problems."

"Past the dining room, thru the kitchen."

"Thanks."

Minutes later they heard an angry yell.

"Dagsnaggled-darn it, Mr. Spitz! Who ate half a carton of *MY* RICE DREAM<tm>!!"

Lisa looked beseechingly towards the beamed ceilings and asked: "Invisible Space Chickens and now a split-personalitied eccentric. <Sigh> It's going to be a long War."