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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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[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."

[lady_moon]

She gives him an odd look, at first not understanding what he meant.

Then she blushes as she gets it.

"I meant, they are plastic, you aren't." Moon gives him a playful slap. "Meatbag."

And she blows the whistle again, because... you know... they're moving and moving requires whistle blowing.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy looks enlightened, and laughs at the slap.

"Ohhh, right. Heh."

He doesn't really care about the whistle-blowing. In fact, he'd kinda like to blow it himself if he can ever get her away from it.

The town's buildings start to move by at an increasing rate. They pass the town hall and its impressive clock tower, then the fire station and the bakery, and then cruise through a residential neighborhood. Families in the back gardens all wave at them as the train clatters by.

"What's the next stop?" Indy asks. Evidently Moon is required to fill the role of navigator as well as Chief Whistle Blower.

[lady_moon]

Moon blinks and turns around as much as she can to look at the map of the stops. "It looks like... mmm... the blue dot."

They aren't exactly labeled.

They were colour coded.

"After the blue dot, it's the yellow dot. Are you getting this?" she asks with a grin.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

"I... er... heh. Sure. I'll figure it out."

Indy glances ahead again.

"Speaking of which... we've got a red signal. Blue dot ahoy."

He throttles back gently and eases the train into the approaching station. It's very professionally done, but for the ear-piercing whistle that sounds out as they come to a stop. Several of the awaiting passengers jump slightly, and lift fixed-grip hands towards the sides of their heads. Indy wonders why, since they don't actually have ears.

"For future reference, blue dot equals Lego Acres," he notes, reading the sign on this platform. "Guess this is the suburbs stop."

His observation is borne out by the exodus of businessmen from the train. That has to be it. The neighborhood is right, and his driving wasn't that bad.

[lady_moon]

"Are we going to be making this journey more than once?"

Moon leans out their car and watches the various Lego people exit or get onto the train. She moves to the other side of the engine in order to look at the little houses.

"Do you think they sleep? I mean, they don't blink, their mouths don't open... in fact, how do you think those plastic women had those plastic babies?" This question has her fascinated.

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

Indy leans out of the cab and checks that everyone is on board, then signals the guard as before. They start to move off again.

"Dunno about the sleepin', but I'm guessin' the women just go to hospital when the time's right, then a baby Lego kid shows up in a crib next to the bed after a few hours. Kinda like... stork magic?"

[lady_moon]

"Stork magic? Who taught you about the birds and the bees?"

She giggles and watches the scenery pass by.

"Moo cows!" she cries when they move by open pastures filled with the plastic cows that bend to the fake grass as if grazing. She yanks on the whistle cord with a whoop, laughing when the cows look up at the loud noise.

"They're so cute! I wonder... yes! There!" She points at another pasture with plastic horses loping about oddly on their stiff legs. "Horsies!"

[henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com]

The countryside racing by is certainly pretty and very fascinating. Indy, however, is still musing over the phenomena of birth and growth for the Lego people. He wonders what the rites of passage are for a Lego boy to become a Lego man. Third base, maybe?

He breaks out of his pondering at her latest whoop, and grins at her.

"Havin' fun?"

[lady_moon]

She turns her attention back to Indy, her eyes sparkling. This is the most fun she has had in many, many years, and it pleases her to experience it with someone not bound to her by madness.

"Lots!" she cries into the wind and pounces him in a tight hug, planting a kiss on his cheek.