Goose grunts. "This is a dangerous endeavour, you know. Have some pizza, get a good night's sleep and you can set off in the morning. Sound good?"

"Sounds good . . . welcome to be here, Groogle Doogle." Dan gives a big idiotic smile, then settles back down into his chair. He looks at his empty milk glass. "Where's that dang waiter-ess, we need to get us some darn freefills over here!"

He looks back to his new friends, a string of cheese clung to his chin. "Can we get the technicals figured out?" With no explanation of what he means by that, he looks at the three other men expectantly. 

Goose orders them all a new pizza before going outside to stretch his legs, leaving them to eat and plan.

Graham looks to the moose, "Will you be able to provide the map to us tonight? The sooner we have it the sooner we can figure out the logistics of getting there."

Dan looks down at the pizza and chuckles. "Hehe. The more the merrier!" Not realizing that doesn't really land properly, he picks up a slice of the spicy stuff, takes a bite and promptly begins hacking due to the heat . . . again.

*Who's eating pizza?*

OOC: Up until now Graham had maybe had a few bites but now he will actually eat a proper dinner amount. The others might notice that he seems to be eating for sustenance right now and cares very little about the taste.

"I've eaten so much dang prizza, I'm gunna turn into a dang prizza. Reminds me of that can of creamed chipped beef corned beef hash combo can." Dr. Dan watches to see if any of his friends are eating the pizza.

*Cool! Nothing special happens 😁

Let me know when your characters go to bed and we can skip to the morning*

The sheriff is going to make some calls, make sure the deputy knows he'll be gone tomorrow for some time on an "investigation" to the north without giving any details.  "In the morning I will be getting us some travel rations, along with my hunting rifle and cold weather gear.  I suggest you all arm up with what you have.  I don't know why the four of us were chosen, but we have been.  Let's plan to meet here in the morning."  

Graham nods to the sheriff, "Sounds like a plan to me, see you all in the morning." With that Graham bids everyone a good night and heads back to the hotel he is staying at.

Dr. Dan finishes the pizza and nods goodnight to the party, before stumbling to the door and heading for his hotel room. "Sweet dreams!"

Everyone heads to bed, sleepy and full of pizza. Conking out very quickly, they fall into strange dreams. 

Graham dreams the same thing as he's dreamt for months. The trek down into the bowels of the earth, below snow and into rocky passages. Reaching the end of the East, he's at the same door as last night and the night before. Made of stone and ice, it stares back at him in the cold light. This time though, when he reaches for it, the door swings open on oiled hinges. Inside is a guilty looking groundhog, surrounded by half eaten slices of pizza and ancient tomes. "Oh hey! It's Grey, right? Abraham? Graham? No, that'd be silly. Anyway, thanks for coming to get me, it's much appreciated!" Pete scratches a ghostly head. "You'll probably want a few things for the road. Here, take some pizza, a book, maybe a bit more pizza! Inside that book you'll find everything you need to get me back! As for the pizza, it just tastes darn good!"

Dan is back on the television set, presenting a show. As they cut to a break, he notices his old friend, Hippie Lowell, sitting beside him. "Wassup, doc? You got to Alaska! Chilly there, isn't it??? Look, thanks for the apartment and the car, they're real nice! I thought I'd best give you something in return, as a thank you." Pulling out a patented 'Hippie Goods Totally Safe Knife', they prick their finger. As a drop of blood wells up from the cut, they use it to mark an eye into his forehead. A cameraman calls that the ad break is nearly done and Lowell chuckles. "Well, I'd best scarper - see you soon doc!"

Sheriff Givens is back at work. The morning is crisp and his colleagues huddle by the evidence lockers with donuts and coffee, gossipping before work. Passing them all, Sam approaches his office, ready to start work for the day. Behind his desk is a police hat. With closer inspection this is revealed to be on the head of a grinning groundhog. "Howdy Sheriff! Very good of you to agree to come get me! I'd offer you something nice, but you're good enough with that iron to look after yourself. I can give you some advice though! When the time comes, remember that if you're caught in a current the best way on is to go with flow!" Pete tips his hat at him and disappears with a puff of smoke, leaving a donut on the desk for Sam.

When they wake, Graham finds he's clutching a box of half eaten pizza and a dusty old book. Sam has a donut on his bedside table that wasn't the the night before. Dan doesn't have any unexpected objects by his bedside table, but feels very well rested, better than for a long while. Breakfast is being served downstairs, hash browns and fried eggs.

Sam will check out the donut before he get's ready to head out, and take a bite.  He's going to pack his best winter clothes and what armaments he can get hold of before heading back to the bar to meet the others.

It's a very tasty donut, just like the one in the dream. He comes to the bar and waits for the others. The man behind the bar takes his order for breakfast and brings it along shortly.

"Stay away Hippie Lowell," Dr. Dan mumbles, tossing and turning in his sleep, his voice getting louder. "That's a dang knife. Don't cut yourself Hippie Lowell! On my forehead? I'll just wash it off, ya dangus. What, we're live?" He freezes in his sleep for a moment, then mumbles, "For your health."

After waking up and halfway remembering the strange dream, Dan stumbles downstairs as quickly as he can, the smell of eggs wafting up to his room. He plops down next to Sam, his glasses slid nearly all the way down his nose. With a big yawn he looks at the man behind the bar and asks for some "farm fresh eggs."

Looking at Sam, he says, "Had a dang strange dream last night. Also, slept like a braby. Ready to get started on this advrenture, sheriff?"

Sam sees that Dan has an eye drawn onto his forehead in blood.

Graham will get ready, having some cold pizza slices as a quick breakfast as he does. Once ready he will head on downstairs, sitting at the table with Dan he will barely say a word before he starts to scour every inch of the book.

The book is written in an ancient language that you shouldn't understand yet somehow makes perfect sense to you. A combination of instructions and diagrams seem to illustrate how to perform certain kinds of... magic???

Out of context: this is Graham's spellbook

Sam pauses and stares at Dan.  "Well, I also had a dream....strange I seemed to have met Pete.  I would have dismissed it but this donut showed up.."  He takes and and shows the donut with the bite taken out of it.  "So, errr...in your dream..... did someone carve and eye into your forehead.  Because if you did it I am gonna question your sanity." He points to Dan's forehead...