Rae Quetzali flew over the bustling city full of lights and music, upbeat, lively, and seemingly random, rushed out of several saloons on the big river's broad shoulders.  Spotting a building that said "Cayenna's Place" in lights, fashioned in a way the mimicked the large boats on the river (two steam stacks, a big red faux paddlewheel).  Something about a restaurant shaped like a boat appealed to her.
    She landed on the roof, slung the pack containing the "skis" she had brought off her back and onto the roof.  Then she shrugged out of the heavy ski vest she wore, less than useless in the heat of this city. This was not the environment she thought Jennifer was describing, but since that "Host" had dragged her into his game, portals didn't seem to work properly for her.  So where was she and how could she get to hell where her friends had set out on a ski trip.
     The smells from the restaurant below wafted trhough the air, and the catchy brass instrument's tune was just as inviting. She floated down to street level and walked through the door.  The exclusively human clientelle looked her over as she entered, and she tried to find a seat as surreptitiously as circumstances allowed.  The musicians were caught up in their improvisation, and never wavered, as people turned back to the stage. 
    Except one man.  He wore a long coat and a battered top hat decorated in skulls and feathers and smiled as he approached. "Welcome to N'awlins.  You look to be new around here."
    Rae nodded.  "Aye, I'm not even sure how I be gettin' here."
    "Most people get here by the Mississippi. But you... You be wanting to get to Hell,". He grinned impressively as he leaned on his cane.
    "Well, that be where me friends are skiin'...," Rae began.  Then she looked up at the thin man.  "Waiiiit....."