A rip split the clouds like torn paper, and out of it tumbled chaos in four very distinct flavors. “THIS IS NOT IN THE TOUR SCHEDULE—” Murdoc screamed, spinning like a dropped fork. 2-D flailed beside him, limbs everywhere. “Murdoc, I can see my house from—wait, that’s not my house—WHY ARE THERE WATER STREETS?!” Noodle, somehow the only one not panicking, flipped midair with practiced ease. “Landings matter. Try not to die.” Russel just sighed on the way down. “Man… not again.” They hit. Not hard—Water 7 had a way of catching things gently, canals breaking their fall with a splash and a dramatic glorp. Welcome to Water 7 (Population: Confused Musicians) The four crawled out onto a stone walkway, dripping and blinking like soggy cats. The city shimmered around them—arched bridges, endless canals, buildings stacked like a painter got ambitious. Gondolas slid past like quiet thoughts. 2-D pointed. “Are we… in Venice?” Murdoc wrung out his coat. “If Venice had a plumbing obsession and suspiciously buff carpenters, sure.” “Not Venice,” Noodle said, scanning the skyline. Her eyes lingered on the towering structure in the center. “Too engineered. Too… alive.” Russel crossed his arms. “Feels like a working city. Not just pretty.” Cue the shouting. Enter: Shipwright Chaos Crew “HEY! Watch where you’re dripping!” a loud voice barked. A massive man with square shoulders and even squarer energy stomped over—Tilestone. Behind him, Peepley Lulu followed, adjusting his hair like it personally offended gravity. “You can’t just fall outta the sky and flood the walkway!” Tilestone snapped. Murdoc smirked. “We absolutely can, mate. Just did it.” Paulie approached, already lighting a rope like it was a cigarette. He froze mid-step, eyes locking onto Noodle. “…Nope. Absolutely not.” Noodle blinked. “What?” Paulie pointed accusingly. “Those clothes. Unacceptable. This is a proper city!” She looked down at herself. Shorts. Shirt. Boots. Completely normal. “…What’s wrong with them?” “Everything!” Paulie groaned, dramatically tossing his rope. “Have some dignity!” Murdoc leaned over to 2-D. “I like him. He’s got issues.”