[It doesn't take long for one person here, at least, to get a dog-entourage of varying shapes and sizes as they've been falling slowly from the sky. He kind of wonders if he has a magnet attached to the backside of the spell. But, oh well, he's surrounded by excitable yips, whines of complaint, all kinds of noises. And you have no idea how long he's been listening to them go.

He turns, holds up his hands and the group suddenly stops.] Alright, alright, alright. enough. I've been listening to you lot complain, bitch, be way way too excited about stuff, and whatever the hell else for ages. Just. Be quiet.

[They all sit down, some huffing, but not a sounds was heard. And he is relieved] And just so we're clear: I'm not feeding you, and there's not enough room to takes all of you in the car. So I'm taking none of you in the car. [Only, he'll probably cave on the feeding thing later and the car thing is just because it's not fair on them to only take some out.] And another thing-

[The moment the cat freezes after having spotted the group of man-and-dogs is the moment you know, and it knows, it is fucked. They all- Dean included- go ramrod straight and the heads all turn to the cat. And suddenly it's running as fast as it can, followed by a pack of dogs with Dean at the head also running after it with assorted cries of] You. you. I'm gonna fucking kill you. Come back here. You. You. You. [And random and varying assortments in between.]

[A dour man with a wrinkled brow begins his announcement curtly.]

Dear citizens of Genessia. As some of you may have noticed, a kidnapping has recently been staged on my city with my archway. (Here he seemed to use the word "My", not as in "my mother" or "my country", but "My toy" or "my clothes"). This regrettable circumstance was multiplied when her rescuers saw fit to disturb the peace of the citizenry in their attempt.

Perhaps such measures were necessary. I do not now know nor care.

But let me be clear. Attleton is under my protection. I intend it to be a safe haven for those who would seek to be free from this world's many hells. Sorcery. Monsters. Other foul machinations of the devil. Towards that end, certain security measures must be satisfied should you wish to gain entrance into it.

There shall be no weapons, nor crude fetishes, nor anything else one might wish to take into here, without my the city's permission. Should you be found with unlawful possession of such items, you will be removed. Additionally, trust in Attleton must be earned. Provided you have not been found guilty of any wrongdoings in the greater community at large, any strangers wishing to enter Attleton will be made to wear tracking devices.

Severe as these measures may be, they are necessary to ensure the safety of the citizenry here. One last thing: Absolutely no one is allowed into Paris without my express consent. I have made the transition from that world to this; the common people there are not so hardy.

Outside

Jaune sticks his hand out the front door of the apartment building he lived in before he dared step out. It's supposed to be raining cats and dogs, as per the newspaper's readings... but he felt nothing. "Ha!" He smiles, "Thank goodness that weather report was wrong. Maybe the rest of them will be too."

Great! Now he can go march to Harry's office in Everglade and tell him that he's gonna sign up. Then Jaune could work his way up to being a real hero! It's kinda like when he joined Beacon - minus the falsifying of documents and all that. So on his way he goes! And he starts passing by the Bay when suddenly...

MEAO!

Jaune hears a terrified meow of a cat who falls from the sky, and he looks up just in time...!

... To have it land on his face.

"WAH! OH MY GOD!" He wails as the tabby starts flipping the heck OUT, kind of like he does. Before it scampers off and darts away though, it leaves his face with a frantic claw-raking. Jaune screams like a little girl as it hurries off, clutching his now scratched-across face - one big set of three claw marks diagonally across his face and a couple nicks taken off his chin.

"OH HORRIBLE PAIN!" He shouts, "NOTHING COULD BE MORE AGONIZING THAN THE PAIN I FEEL AT THIS MOMENT!!"

He kind of flails around for a moment before simply slumping up next to something - a vending machine we'll say. His screaming stops, but now he's all teary-eyed and miserable.

"What is WRONG with this place?!"

( For Ruby and Room Mates )