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[ladybirdcrey]

Either you were dropped into the snow at the foot of the mountain or if you were less lucky you find yourself in the cold forest. The women can attempt to land wherever they please.

The griffins without riders are turning back and heading home. I hope you enjoyed traveling with us and welcome aboard again.

[ mission: get your shit together. ]

Comments

[rhymeswithdesign]

Couldn't have put it better myself. All right?

[actually doesn't look too hurt. only his pride.

and a bajillion sting-y little scratches.]

[jiffles]

[ looks up. almost doesn't recognize him without the boobs. ]

Couldn't say so. Did you see where they landed?

[rhymeswithdesign]

[likewise.]

Sorry, no. Was too busy trying to keep my insides in.

[...it didn't work, apparently.]

[jiffles]

[ wipes the hair off his face. turning everywhere. concentrating on the search, I HOPE YOU ARE NOT BLEEDING. ]

[ only trees. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[he's bleeding. it smells like rotten eggs. also like blood, of course, but mostly like brimstone.]

My last locator spell in this place did fuck-all, so I'm tempted just to pick the direction we came from and look for scattered people...

[sawedoff]

[just a plaid butt sticking out of a snowdrift]

[a plaid butt making radio noises apparently]

[jiffles]

[ oh god no. ]

I could have sworn I saw a light.

[ wades away from him. ]

[jiffles]

[ trips on butt ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[i could have sworn i saw a butt.]

Hold on, I thought I heard something over there. We probably shouldn't get any more separated than we—

[oh, there's the butt.]

Is that... Is she... Is he dead?

[jiffles]

Is it a bear?

Don't tell me it's a bear.

[ i can't look. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

It's not a bear, it's an arse.

[comes closer, peering intently.]

I think it's... Dean? Get off him and let's have a look.

[holds out a hand up.]

[sawedoff]

[groaning]

[someone get the fuckin radio]

[jiffles]

[ rolls back on his feet. ]

[ dean huh. he'd rather take the bear. ]

[jiffles]

....

Is that a bloody cellphone?

[rhymeswithdesign]

[yeah bears are probably less likely to kill both of them.]

I think someone's ringing his arse.

[crouches and gropes dean until constantine comes up with a jury-rigged radio thing from the future. the hell?]

The hell is a "bloody cellphone?"

[jiffles]

... That?

[ points at the shit he's holding. never seen one like that. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[never seen one at all, he's from 1988 goddammit.]

It's a walkie-talkie?

[presses the buttoniest-looking button.]

...Hello?

[jiffles]

[ i'm over 100 but at least i can function in modern society. ]

[ grabs the radio from him. ]

Hullo? Is this the 999?

[sawedoff]

[rolls over slowly and spits snow out of mouth]

[violently]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[i'm thirty-five, bitch, i'm just from the past. it's a common problem.]

Come off it, it's Middle-earth, you've probably got the Riders of Rohan or something.

[looks down at dean.]

You all right, mate?

[sawedoff]

[shakes snow out of hair and rubs his eyes because i think he landed on his head]

[awesome]

Is that Clara-?

[he heard claravoice.]

Where's Sam?

[rhymeswithdesign]

On her futurething, yeah.

[looks around.]

I dunno where the huge bloke went. Maybe look for the crater?

[pareidoll]

[another john?]

Right. Good. He all right? Who else is there? We have Hyperion, Hook, Bo, Michonne, and Nick.

[jiffles]

[ i dont play by your rules. ]

I guess he's still alive. [ he's moving ]

I think I saw Sook head this way but we still haven't found her.

[fairyvagina]

[you could smell her fairy deliciousness]