[he'll use the voice function on the journal if only to bring everyone out on deck and make his pronouncement grandiose. He's aware others can hear it, too, but that's alright. They might actually want to put in orders]

Attention! Special announcement here! After hours and hours of work, I have perfected the answer to most of our problems!

[and once everyone is on deck, he will pull back the sack cloth dramatically from what he and Toothless had hauled up earlier.

It looks vaguely like a loaf of bread with holes for windows and a propeller stuck on the back. Oh and it's almost made entirely of cheese.]

Utilizing this machine, once it's out of the prototype phase, we can explore underwater ruins at our leisure! I've even created a mechanism that will release a net to catch fish as we go and create our own self sustaining ecosystem allowing us to stay under for weeks at a time! Moreover, if there are any of these so-called "shards" underwater, we'll be able to find them with ease.

I call it: the "sub"marine.

[Get it? Get it? Because it looks sort of like a sub and it's also a submarine. Well a prototype. Sorry, Mikey, but he couldn't resist.]

[there is a steady wup wup wup wup sound and a clatter. Donatello sounds slightly under duress as he talks]

Hello, um...citizens...

[yeah. Not quite sure how to address his fellow kidnapees en masse yet]

Would anyone know how to safely land a flying bicycle? We're getting pretty far out here.



[ooc: Expect replies from either Donatello or Michelangelo since a flying tandem bike requires two people and it was all Mikey's idea]

[Oh, what's this? It sounds like the journal fell onto sturdy wood planks, vibrating with the stumbling sound of footsteps running a ways away from where it landed. Well, make that footsteps and a light metal clunking mixing with the sound of a teenage Viking's yelling.]

–Aw, Toothless! No!

[The noise in the background cuts off with an abrupt and very confused growf.]

[ACTION]

[Anyone aboard the HAZMAT will now notice a ring of fresh, smoldering burn marks somewhere on the fo'c'sle (the front) of the ship.

Hiccup will be standing off to the side of it with his hands on his head.]

...Yup, this will not be good. I'm dead!

[Toothless sits there next to the unfinished ring, head tilted as he wonders what's wrong. What did he do? He just wanted to take a nap!]

[Of all the places for the portal to have taken him, this is a surprise. He feels like he's stepped into some amusement park where everyone dresses up to make cheap atmosphere and filled with gaudy rides. (not that he's ever been to one). Only it's a lot grimier and it's not too much different from the back alleys of New York, only sky scrapers, cement, and pollution.

He's taken apart the journal and put it back together twice, the second time a bit shoddily and now his fingers are sticky with glue but it just seems like a regular journal, despite the fact that it has his name on it which is the most disturbing part.

But there was no help for it. He couldn't figure it out and there was no figuring out until he conducted a test. So feeling a bit foolish, but reminding himself it was for science and there's really more important things going on at the moment, he writes: ]

Has anyone seen a small metal turtle? About four feet, five inches in height and probably fairly aggressive? He also shoots lasers if that helps. On that note, anyone know where I can get a cell signal?

[the t-phones operated on a complicated system of hijacked carrier waves from several different companies, though he was working on a system to generate his own system and slip it into the satellite subroutines to go undetected. Unfortunately, he'd need his equipment to do that and this place seemed to be lacking even in the indoor plumbing department]