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[guybirdcrap]

You're still in the Baumine Mines. Get your asses moving before rats of unusual size go looking for a meal. It's dark and scary and the structures are old and dangerous. Don't die.

[Mission: Make it out of the mine]

Comments

[rhymeswithdesign]

nergal

[armedarchaeologist]

[bwuh]

[foodporn]

Narwhal?

[armedarchaeologist]

A—a Babylonian sun god demonized by the early Christians.

[GOA'ULD.]

...Or a demon.

[foodporn]

Why's he still going on about it? I thought it was gone.

It is gone right?

[if youre still possessed shes gonna go stabathon]

[armedarchaeologist]

[side-eyes bo.]

I could be wrong, but I'm pretty sure that's a psychotic break, not a possession.

[why are you people stuck in the dark ages.]

[foodporn]

[because everything is magic and demons and things that want to eat them]

Well we don't get free access to therapy here so he better snap out of it.

[armedarchaeologist]

[that is a really good point and one that he thought of at about the same time.]

...Right. I hope so. Can't swing a dead cat without hitting an exorcist, but somehow whatever yanked us in here couldn't bring a psychiatrist?

[pause.]

Actually I've met therapists and that might be a good thing.

[foodporn]

You were in therapy?

[what she got out of that]

[armedarchaeologist]

Uh.

[walked right into that one.]

Yes. For a while. Wasn't everyone?

[rhymeswithdesign]

make me a bloody saint

[foodporn]

Willing to bet that guy wasn't.

[raises eyebrows in that way you do when you get a really bad idea]

I played a psychiatrist on TV once.

[armedarchaeologist]

I'd say the opposite.

[raises eyebrows in the way. that he always does. all the time. this time he's not sure what bo's thinking but it looks like he might not like it.]

OK... So... You're an actress?

[foodporn]

No, not actually on TV...

[it's a figure of speech get with the program]

I mean I helped this one couple get over their problems, I bet I could therapize the trauma right out of him. I'm practically a P H D.

[armedarchaeologist]

Uh.

I mean, if you want to. This is basically about as far out of my depth as demonology is.

[actually further out of his depth?]

On the bright side I don't see how you could actually make things worse, so I'd say go ahead with. Whatever you're going to do.

[foodporn]

[SOMEONE APPROVES OF HER PLAN]
[clearly that makes it foolproof]

Bo to the rescue. Back in business.

[skips ahead to catch up with eeyore]

[armedarchaeologist]

[oh, she's adorable.]

[this couldn't possibly go badly.]

[...]

[vala flashback.]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[stupor.]

[plodding.]

[foodporn]

Okay, tell me about your problems. I'm ready to listen. Narwhal away.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[brushes past.]

[foodporn]

Not so fast?

[rude, traumatized guy. grabs his arm]

[works a little succubus juju to get him to chill his tits]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[stops. shivers. looks at the hand on his arm.]

No, Ellie—

[wait what? no, that's not right.]

[looks up hand to arm to shoulder to face. stares.]

Judith?

[also not right.]

[foodporn]

Bo.

[slides hand down to touch his hand, keep contact so that he gets a steady stream of succuvalium]

You're scaring me.

[awesome therapist]

[rhymeswithdesign]

Bo. [blankly.]

[looks at cave. looks at cardboard standees.]

Ah. Yes. Bo.

[turns hand over. pauses. pulls back.]

You're not a vampire and I'm an idiot.

[foodporn]

[smiles, relieved when he's not mumbling about nurgls or talking about saints anymore]

You're not an idiot.

[at least not as much as you apparently think you are]