∞Earth

Wes: *goes over to it, waving his arms about* Damn it damn it damn it! I don't even know what the hell's going on!

Erith:So...I suppose...um...maybe we should help him repair his vehicle? Maybe come together to find a way home, or at least find out why we were brought to this time in the first place? I doubt we would succeed on our own...

Wes: What do you mean time? Is there something about this situation you're not telling me?

Erith:It is very apparent to me and this woman who I have yet to be introduced to that she and I are not of this time period. I know little else about this predicament.

(a flash appears on top of the dead dragon, and from that flash, a girl with pink hair appears, sitting down, cross legged, mouth wide open and hand out)
???: aaah~*chomps down onto nothing, and opens her eyes wide open in surprise* ......*looks around* WHERE AM I?!
Wes: ...-_-U Apparently New York City.

Annerose: Well that's something you don't see everyday. Well neither is the dragon...

(the girl gets up, and looks around nervously)
???: this is really weird...
Wes: Why are you on that dragon?
???: eh? *looks down* UWAH! *jumps down to the ground*

Raptor: Oh look, a snack. Bout time I get something to eat.

???: WAH! *falls over at the sight of the raptor*
Wes: *helps her up* What's your name, then?
Trista: I am Trista...*looks at the raptor* and I am NOT a snack!

The raptor chuckles a bit.
Raptor: Yeah, that's what the guy who gave me these arms said.

Trista: Hey, can I ride you?
Wes: Whatever. I need to go fix my ship...*runs over to shoo away the crowd of people gathered around the dragon and his ship*

Erith:Well...how can we help with repairing your ship?

Annerose: Not like we have an instruction manual on it,

Raptor: No, you cannot ride me.

Wes: *sighs* Well, it does have this...*takes out a device from his pocket, and activates it*
(little hovering robots fly out of the ship, and start repairing the damage)
Wes: Mini-bots. It should be fixed in about an hour or so.
Trista: *her stomach growls extremely loudly* Ugh...I'm soooo hungry....

Erith:Ah, yes. We should acquire provisions, yes? Unless one of you has some kind of food conjuration device?.?

Trista: *lays on her side* what does that even meeeaaaan?
Wes: *chuckles* That technology doesn't exist. Not even in my time. It's one of the basic laws of physics, that matter can neither be created, nor destroyed.

Erith:Well then we should start searching for food which is no doubt in short supply, as I have seen many people grabbing as much as they can from structures storing produce. Times seem dire indeed.

Wes: Well..*pulls out his gun, and holds it down at his side* This should help.
Trista: What! Don't kill anyone!

Erith:*looks around, zombies invariably in the distance in many cases* We will probably need to. Apparently some kind of plague is afflicting most of the people here, causing them to be rabid and violent.

Wes: Rrgh! *shoots a zombie a few times in the chest, and once in the head, downing him, but they keep advancing* Did this plague cause them to forget what fire is?!

Erith:They seem to have forgotten a great deal. They sure don't seem very intelligent.

Wes: Okay, get inside, everyone. *gestures to a nearby grocery store* Now. I'll cover the rear.

Raptor: Nice to know that you're smart enough not to trust the blood-thirsty dinosaur to watch your backs....

Wes: Yeah? Who says I trust you? Try something. See what happens.