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[lady_moon]

The portal from her home world closes behind them as they set foot onto a hard, green surface.

With raised bumps.

All around them, built out of interlocking, huge plastic blocks, are office buildings, skyscrapers, light poles, and restaurants. Cars built out of the same blocks rumble by, their plastic people waving stiffly to each other as they pass. Even the greenery is made out of plastic, everything carefully created.

As the two stand on the sidewalk, cars travelling in opposite directions collide, shattering into their individual blocks. The occupants of the vehicles, one redhaired plastic man with a mustache and a one cowboy, shake their heads, then shake hands, and begin to rebuild their cars together. It was a very peaceful meeting, really, and the two plastic people laugh as they remake the cars.

Moon turns to Indy and grabs his hand. "We should help them!" she declares.

She has brought Indiana Jones to Legoland.

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[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

He gives her thighs a squeeze in reprisal for the ear tug, and slows up a bit to take a look back at the pair of plastic men.

"Dunno about that. They seem to be on pretty good terms. Y'know... for a beat cop and a barbarian who specializes in rape and pillage."

[lady_moon]

"Maybe he protects the city from dragons."

If there can be Vikings, there can be dragons.

Besides, the dragon was part of the Viking playset, and they would know it if either of them, you know, played with Legos.

"Do you think they use currency of some kind?" She giggles. "Because all I've got at the moment are my charming personality quirks."

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Heh ...which should be an adequate form of payment in any world."

He stresses that around more chuckles, and, craning his neck back, he returns her affectionate peck on the cheek to certify it.

"I dunno. I've got a few dollars, but I doubt there's a bank here that'll do trans-world exchanges. In fact, I get the impression that economics of any kind might be a foreign concept to these folk."

He also can't quite work out where they would keep money about their persons, as their clothing bears only painted-on pockets.

"Maybe they do barter?"

Indy likes to barter. Though he's not sure what he actually has with him that'll be of any value to these people, or how gratifying it will be to wrangle with them.

[lady_moon]

She's truly enjoying friendship, if that was what this was. Moon didn't have practical experience, but she did have an official dictionary definition for the word, and this seemed to fit into it well.

Yes.

She liked it.

"What would we barter?" she asks. Moon taps his hat. "What would you do if they asked for you hat and jacket, hmm?"

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"I'd wonder about the rationale," Indy replies, "since they wouldn't fit any of the people here."

"And probably not give 'em up. I'm kinda attached to 'em, in case y'hadn't noticed."

When Indy had spotted Mare investigating his pile of clothes on the beach when they'd been swimming, he'd exited the water quite hurriedly in order to save his fedora from a potential chew toy fate.

"We'll work somethin' out," he assures.

And it may be time to do just that, since they seem to have arrived at the railway station. Beyond a small parking lot, a solitary raised platform can be seen, with a few benches and posterboards positioned along its length. A booth stands at the foot of some access steps at one end—purpose denoted by the 'Train Tickets' decal affixed to its side. Perhaps the biggest giveaway, however, is the sign above the platform that declares this place to be Legotown Central Station.

[lady_moon]

She hops off his back and looks around.

"I don't think they have currency, though, let alone barter. It just doesn't seem like a world that thrives on that. If they need it, they just build it. Though I have to wonder where they get the blocks."

Moon makes her way to the ticket window and bends over so she can peer in. "It seems the next train is due soon."

Another of those Lego-people appears at the window and one of the dialogue boxes pops up. 'Would you like tickets?'

"Yes, please."

There is a bit of fussing behind the window and Moon is handed two small plastic tickets. She looks at them, smiles, and goes to Indy's side. "Round trip around Legoland." Moon holds out Indy's. "You sure you have an idea about us fitting on the train?"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Have a little faith," Indy says enigmatically.

He fires a wink at her, takes his ticket and climbs the stairs to the platform. Once there, it can be seen that tracks stretch off in either direction, two thin grey rails on either side of a central metallic strip. There are a few Lego people also waiting for the next train, mostly suited business men with briefcases, possibly trying to get a jump on the rush hour.

At the far end of the platform, a signal light changes from green to red.

[lady_moon]

Moon claps her hand excitedly.

"I must take a true train sometime soon. One that isn't built from plastic blocks."

She watches the rail, interested in seeing the train. Her eyes glance toward the Lego people, staring at her in turn, but then she goes right back to waiting for the train to appear.

At the moment, she's very much like a child on Christmas morning.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy is far less animated as he waits, but he takes a certain grinning delight from his companion's child-like anticipation.

"You should," he agrees.

"We could take one in my world sometime, if y'like. There's not much compares to a Mohawk chargin' along the New York Central under a full head of steam."

[lady_moon]

She looks at him with her wide eyes.

"Go with you to your world?"

Moon has never been invited to someone else's world. It didn't matter she could get there herself anytime she liked -- he was inviting her.

"That would be wonderful," she nods.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Good. That's settled then."

He beams at her and drops a kiss onto her forehead.

"Ooh, and it sounds like..."

He glances off in the direction of a distant clickety-clack clickety-clack.

"Yup! Here comes the Plastic Express. Right on time."

[lady_moon]

Moon laughs and watches the train come into the station, and just as she had suspected, they were about two feet too tall.

She eyes the plastic train, and crosses her arms.

"I do hope you have a brilliant idea or else I think we're riding on the roof." Which she didn't really look forward to doing.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Nope. We're not. Once is definitely enough when it comes to riding on miniature train roofs."

He doesn't even mention his other train roof experience, which led to his life-long fear of snakes. He just scans along the carriages as various passengers disembark and alight. Through the windows, the seats look just as knobbly as the ground, and far too narrow for their full-sized posteriors.

"Okay. Let's get to the business end of things."

He takes her hand and starts striding off purposefully down the platform.

[lady_moon]

Moon skips off after him, hand in hand, and laughs.

"Where are we going? The passenger car is back there," she giggles. "I think the nice plastic ticket taker was waiting for us!"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Don't mind him—the ride's complimentary anyway. We're going... somewhere a little more spacious."

Indy pulls up by the main engine and opens the door of the cab.

"Hi there, Mister Engine Driver!"

Smiles are exchanged, not that the driver has any choice in the matter.

"That's a very fine hat you've got. Very... Casey Jones."

[lady_moon]

Moon hovers.

"You're going to hijack the Legoland train?" she slowly asks. "Maybe I was wrong and you belong in my sphere of influence more than I thought..."

She gives a little wave to the driver.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Who said anything about hijacking?"

Indy twists in the narrow doorway to explain his logic to her.

"If there's no formal economy here, then the train can't officially belong to anyone. Hence we're not stealing or hijackin', we're just... comandeering for our greater needs."

"Plus, the entire railway track is a circular route, so we're just gonna end up back here anyway."

He turns back to the driver, who has been smiling the whole time.

"In't that right, Casey?"

The resulting grey box reads: 'Yes! But I'm still not sure I should let you drive my train. There are passengers to be picked up and dropped off along the way. Maybe I should drive, and you can both just stand with me!'

[lady_moon]

"Comandeering?" Moon laughs. "Isn't that just as bad as hijacking?"

This was absurd, but it's also so much fun. She looks at their little conductor friend as he speaks and nods. "That sounds reasonable, doesn't it?" she asks. "We can... watch."

Somehow, she doesn't think they'll just be watching.

Indy doesn't strike her as the watching type.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"Nah. There's not room for three in here."

Indy has already started to disassemble the roof, under the driver's eternally chipper gaze. 'Please don't do that!' says the box by his head. Indy ignores his plea and continues to mutate the tain cab into a coupé. To his credit though, he does stack the removed tiles and bricks neatly on the platform.

"Hoppit, Casey. We'll be back in a few hours, and we'll make sure we stop at all the stations along the way."

'Do you even know how to drive a train?'

"Yep," Indy affirms with a nonchalant swagger, stepping aside to let the man get out. "I've got years of locomotive experience."

It's not a lie. Seemingly satisfied with the answer—at least judging by his smile—the driver climbs down onto the platform and sends a jerky shrug to the porter at the far end.

[lady_moon]

Moon climbs in beside Indy, continuing to laugh.

"You just kicked that poor plastic man out of his own locomotive!" She watches him go to the ticket booth, then turn around to face them again. "You sure you can drive this particular train?" Moon stays near Indy, which was pretty easy in the small confines of the engine.

But she's enjoying it.

They have taken over Legoland's railway!

"And here I thought I would be the one to get us into some kind of trouble!"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"This isn't trouble," Indy points out as he investigates the cab's dashboard.

"Wow. Simplicity really rules here." There's a throttle lever, and nothing else in the way of controls. There are various gauges around the stick, but they are merely printed on stickers.

"Yeah. I think I can figure out how it works," he chuckles.

He then looks out through the windshield and notes that the signal has turned green.

"Okay. Off we go!"

He leans out of the cab and waves at the guard standing next to the caboose. That man brings up an over-sized whistle, which he blows to the accompanying gray box text of 'PEEP!' and quickly jumps into his van.

"Hold on!"

[lady_moon]

She throws her hands up, like someone on a rollercoaster, and shouts, "Wheeee!" Then she notices the proper train whistle and blows it, rewarded with a true piercing whistle shriek and not some grey dialogue box.

Another yelp of delight, and she pulls the whistle again.

If Indy doesn't stop her, she'll be yanking the whistle's chain the entire trip.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

By the third whistle, Indy shoots her a distinctly flat look, though it's tinged with heavy amusement.

"We haven't even left the station yet."

[lady_moon]

Moon blinks, looks around, then back to him.

"I'm excited about my first train ride?"

She gives a shrug, a laugh, and then pokes him.

"Let's get these little plastic people to their destination, O Meaty One!"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Pushing the throttle forward towards to the label and moving the train slowly away from the station, Indy's brow furrows.

"Meaty One?"

"I know you've seen me naked... but that water wasn't exactly warm, y'know."