Ace of the duck pond A very unique honeymoon.

[Stella Gaslight]

Jace did not understand why the sheets were gritty and her pillow was wiggling.  She cracked an eye open and realized she was half curled up on Al's chest laying on the soft sand floor of the cave.  Jace was unsure why she was only dressed in her under shirt and a pair of boxers but for now it didn't matter. She was safe and warm so for now she would lay on Al and hoped answers and coffee came around eventually.

[MWBailey]

Al was warm and comfortable. That was all that mattered...

uh... my nether regions feel weird, he thought. Kinda like the time Colonel Sammy issued silk longhandles to us fer winter flyin'...
He quickly became aware of three things.
1. Jace slept on his chest, apparently happily almost-snoring away.
2. A cautious look at Jace from his prone-on-his-back position confirmed why parts of his torso felt cold; she seemed to be wearing his undershirt, and though he couldn't see her lower body in this position, he suspected that she or someone else might be wearing his boxers, because...
3. It turned out that his nether regions felt exactly the same as the time that Colonel Sammy had issued the Slammers silk lomghandles, because some how or other, his male bits were dressed in what felt like a rather frilly article of women's underwear...

Thus it was that for some reason the absurdity of his and Jace's predicament hit home before the somewhat dire social implications, should they be caught thus by their peers. That was the reason his chest was "wiggling"; He was fighting to keep a relatively discreet belly laugh from becoming one of his thunderous guffaws...

After a moment, when Jace seemed to have settled back from a start to wakefulness, and his own fit of hilarity had passed, he gently nudged, then gently shook, Jace. He whispered, "Uhhh... Jace? I think we need to fix ourselves afore th' others catch us. Hellooo? Wakey-wakey, sweet princess..." he said quietly, not joking about the endearments...

[Stella Gaslight]

Damn he smells good was her first fuzzy thought and it was quickly followed by a hazy montage of nearly nude singing and pouncing on Al in a very unladylike way.  "Oh god I should have stopped after the third horn." She tried to scramble to her feet but fell back on her bottom.  Her mind was awake but her body wasn't there yet.

[MWBailey]

"Careful, the stromng stuff takes yer legs away fro a bit after ya wake up. Let's see if we kin find our weapons and uniforms afore everybody else is up and nosey..." Al searched around and found his khukri and colt hanging on a low-level frond of a young palm, and his flight suit coveralls stuffed under a breadfruit tree. He hastily scrambled into teh coveralls, silk undergarment and all, the set about strapping on his weapons. "Hey, jace, is this yer sword over here?" he called in a low voice...

[Stella Gaslight]

Jace decided crawling was a safe bet this morning found her shirt hanging off a half grown palm and her overalls were just out of reach. She tried calling it down with her mind only to have it float out of her reach like a butterfly. Someone was playing a joke on them she was fairly sure it had to be that man with the insignia she had never seen before who kept giving her drinks.  Who had ever heard of the flying goats anyway.  "Yup that is mine.  Wanna give a lady a hand here?" She pointed to the taunting bit of clothing that she could have swear laughed at her in a flapping in a breeze sort of way.

[MWBailey]

"Now, whatinna heck is 'at thing doin' up there?" Al said, half to himself, and barely audibly. A thought struck him, then. "I wonder... Do I have the honor of addressing one Robin Goodfellow? Perhaps one of his compatriots?" He asked, feeling a bit foolish, and just loudly enough to be heard. "I believe you have my Lady's garment in you possession. She needs it back, please." He held out his hand expectantly and grabbed the leg as the coveralls floated past. They fell down onto his outstretched arm suddenly, as if they had been supported by an invisible wore or some such.

Ah... Here ya go, hon," he said, handing the garment to Jace. Why do I feel so bashful, he thought, I'm kinda old fer that.

[Stella Gaslight]

Jace wiggled in to her overalls quickly before they could try and fly away again.  As almost an apology she found the brownie camera at her feet.  Picking it up she spotted the newlyweds fast asleep under the palm tree.  Donna's head was resting on Liam's shoulder and they both seamed to be smiling in their sleep.  "Aww they look so happy."

[MWBailey]

"take a snap while they're still asleep, it'll be great for their album," Al urged. he spied his boots next to a coral clod st his feet, and found the socks inside, almost as if someone had been tidying up their things and putting them in obvious places. "How 'bout that,": he murmured as he slipped them on. "A bit sandy inside, but not bad, on the whole..."

[Stella Gaslight]

Jace decided that if the photos turned out well she was going to make Donna an album as a late wedding present.  She smiled knowing her life would never be the same after seeing the tree but not caring as much with her friends around her.  "Shall we wake the lovebirds?"

[MWBailey]

"Nah, let 'em sleep it off," Al suggested, giving Jace a cuddly-hug. "it'll be safer for 'er to fly 'em back that way." His face acquired a slightly impish smile.  "Then again.."