:: { starter for @cursed-prince } ::
The Conductor let out a grunt of a sigh as he got off the Owl Express. A long day of work trying to get the Express Owls to properly do their jobs left the yellow feathers of the bird extremely ruffled. All he wanted was to get a drink, and 'chat' with his late spouse before heading to bed.
The owl already had his jacket unbuttoned, and he started to pull his tie loose as he walked. He wasn't all that far from the Owl Express before something strange caught his attention. Putting off that drink a little longer, the bird took a detour to get a better look at the anomaly. He didn't want this thing to end up messing with his train!
It was certainly odd, and blue-ish, and swirling. And the next thing the Conductor knew, he was in a completely new area.
Feathers now further ruffled, the old bird started cursing up a storm. At one point he screeched, "Where the peck am I!?!"













