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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. ]

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[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]

[jiffles]

We--- [ i guess he just took my phone. ]

[jiffles]

[ what's that smell ]

[ brb ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[puzzled. hands the radio back to—

oh he's gone.

then hands the radio to—

oh he's gone too.

constantine is alone in the woods.]

Uh.

[fairyvagina]

[ i mean ill just keep using this icon]

[shakily lifts hand up to hold her head.]

[jiffles]

[ runs over to. i can see you buddy. ]

Sook! Sook! It's me, are you alright?

[fairyvagina]

[concussion o clock]

[squints eye open]

..Mitch.?

[rhymeswithdesign]

[crashes into the clearing.]

Hey—! You found... Is she all right?

[jiffles]

[ gently pulls her up. ]

I got you. I got you.

[fairyvagina]

[she's hit her head, you must have the self control of a saint]

[woozily looks up at constantine for a moment before resting her head against mitch's shoulder]

Derek...

[jiffles]

[ oh my god. ]

[ pushes her to john's arms. not so gentle anymore. ]

R-right! Derek. I'll go look for him.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[no.]

John.

[derek is the sasquatch.]

I think maybe she hit her head pretty hard.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[carefully receives a battered sookie.]

Easy! Head wound!

[jiffles]

[ runs off to look for derek. ]

[ i hope he's not lying in a puddle of blood. ]

[fairyvagina]

[oh]

[sawedoff]

Slow down.

[clotheslines mitch before he runs off and separates them even more]

[he's returned victorious with a passed out derek and cardboard sam]

[pareidoll]

[ IDONT KNOW WHERE TO REPLY ANYMORE]

[to dean]

We're fine. Bo's arm is hurt, but otherwise unscathed as a whole...Good luck, yeah ? Report back when you've found as many of them as you can.

[rhymeswithdesign]

Uh.

This is John. I'm—

[the irish bloke is less of a dick. dean saves people, hunts things. fuck it, he's going with the irishman.]

—I'm going with—

[what the hell is his name? who gave me this thing? fuck all of you.]

[rhymeswithdesign]

OK.

Uh.

Roger?

I'll just—

[doesn't shut the radio off. doesn't know how. pockets it and runs after john m.]