This is Joshua King for Meta Television, on location in Puerta Mibela, La Perdita for the big two day holiday festival. We're here in the downtown Puerta Mibela area where the mayor is about to name the grand marshal for the parade.
"Thank you, thank you all for coming today. At this time, I would like to announce our choice for grand marshal of the parade. . .Bghh. . .Bahhgghh. . .Beeghhh. . .oh, the giant turtle guy!" The crowd erupts in cheers as Bahhghhhruptha takes the stage in an Elvis costume. "Thank you all so much. . .I've found a lot here in Puerta Mibela, freinds, a job, love. . ."
Wow. That's crazy. Giant turtle guy gonna lead the parade. Who thinks of that stuff? What do you mean we're still broadcasting?"
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The temple of Haven
The tranquil stillness of Haven is readily apparent to even the most jaded of observers. The lush, green fields, the babbling brooks, the bright azure sky, the large, black humvee ramping over the hills. . .
The humvee hit the ground rolling and drove on leaving large tracks behind it. The headed for the temple before swerving left and going into a 180 degree spin, the occupants watching the surroundings go by. . .the temple. . .the forest. . .the temple, Turkish now standing in front of it. . .the forest. . .the temple, Turkish a little closer. . .the forest. . .the temple, Turkish now in front of the vehicle. . .the forest. . .and the vehicle slows to a stop in front of the prophet, Turkish Stringfellow.
"May I ask, what is the meaning of this?" Stringfellow asked as Grimm and Z got out of the vehicle. "We wer' jus havin' a little fun, Turk. Grimmy got a present and we wanted to test 'er out." Z answered, between smacks of gum.
"Do you realize what you've done, bringing that here? Rowena could suffer from the exhaust fumes and the tracks worn in the ear-"
"Oh, Turkish, settle down. It's nothing that will last. Not here anyway." The avatar of life answered, stepping out of the backseat of the vehicle.
"Rowena?! You were party to this?! What would the Scion say?" Stringfellow seemed flabbergasted.
"Why don't you ask him yourself? He's right here, in the back."
"Turkish! You must see this thing called a dvd player. Quite remarkable invention, really." the Scion's voice called from the back.
"Hmm. Well. . .perhaps we could go for another drive?"
