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[ladybirdshit]

The kind Loch Ness Monster (?) drops you off once the swamp comes to an end. The ground is dry and stable again, but the eerie fog lingers still. The old trees around you are covered in heavy moss, but you can tell you'll be soon out of the forest since the weak wind carries a smell of fresh air. One last push and you'll be out of here!

[ mission: don't get lost in the forest. ]

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[recurred]

[this is a resting thread because I said so]

[tallying days into the back of her book and stops to flip back through it]

[armedarchaeologist]

[glumly cleaning guns and being sad that alien mermaid friend took off.]

[watches clara with the book.]

Keeping a diary? That's. That's probably pretty smart. Even if it will read like really weird fiction if—when we get home.

[sawedoff]

[holla. we made camp at the edge of the forest because i said so]

[taking shotgun shells apart and packing them with rocksalt in his own little secluded corner of camp. looks up at her every so often when she's busy looking through her book]

[recurred]

A diary?

[looks up at him]

No, not really. It's just keeping track of the little things. More like a scrapbook.

{she's already had a lot of other stuff tabbed and added from before, not all things she's done but things shes wanted to do]

[armedarchaeologist]

A, a scrapbook?

[that seems a little... normal for recording a trek through an alien planet, but what can you do.]

[notices dean looking over (presumably at clara) and is genuinely very puzzled by what the fuck he's doing to those shells.]

Huh. Well. That's. Also interesting.

[recurred]

[dont judge her]

Not originally intended for documenting being stranded on an alien planet, mind you. Don't give me that look.

[armedarchaeologist]

[slides the last of the gun bits back together and raises his hands in surrender.]

Hey, I understand, we can't all have notebooks set aside for being stranded on alien worlds.

[he does. he has whole five-year diaries just for when he gets stranded on an alien world. that's what he's been taking notes in.]

[foodporn]

[sitting by derek and them. scrutinizing the map because she's tired and muddy and she wants to know how far they are from the next town]

[inhere]

[edging close

she'd like to see the map

she wants to know it's reaaaaaal]

[crotchbite]

[ making a campfire to warm up

and if u wan
gather around when u have time let's share some knowledge
m. ]

[sawedoff]

[ok]

[still packing those salt cartridges. it beats socializing]

[crotchbite]

[ thank ]

[ glances at the salt. ] So that really works. [ it's nuts ]

[sawedoff]

Yep.

[yep.]

[tedious bullet handling sequences.]

Ghosts and demons hate the stuff. Don't ask me why. I find something that works, I don't stand around and ask the stupid questions.

[crotchbite]

It's a good method. [ wipes muddy face on her shoulder ] Not asking stupid questions.

[ taking apart the glock ]

So... don't make me ask a stupid question. Share with the class a little?

[cabineyes]

[ HE'S STILL GONE AND NO ONE CARES. ]

[wears]

[cabineyes]

[ he's going to use the next wish to escape from the assassins ok. ]

[wears]

[Fabulous.]

[bloodrops]

[ off to find food and shelter for the day. ]

[mercyless]

[ plotting clara 2.0's death. ]

[ no jk doing something useful. ]

[ anyone seen scott lately? ]

[shortcuts]

[snores loudly]

[mercyless]

[ she'll drop a pile of firewood on you. ]

[ nudges his side with shoe. ]

[shortcuts]

[snores one last time before blinking awake]

What? Where!

[mercyless]

Rise and shine.

Your watch.

[ they probably don't let hyperion do it alone so there's someone else waking up too. ]

[inhere]

[checking her things: handgun, small compass, golden ring. She only wears the ring sometimes. SIGN OF HER LOVE OOOOH]