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[ladybirdshit]

Leave the trauma forest behind and get a move on!

On to the coast! Ships! There's also a bridge! Hahah!

Which one are you gonna choose?

[ mission: once you've reached the port town discuss if you're taking the large manmade bridge or boarding a ship. it will be a two days' journey of anyway. ]

Comments

[recurred]

[oh hell no]

[except they're not there yet so she'll just 'oh hell no' when they get there and backseat leader someone]

[anyway they're back through farmlands I guess. She kind of regrets ditching that golden apple now]

[cabineyes]

[ golden what where. ]

[ nvm he's too busy thinking about deep shit. unusually quiet in here. ]

[recurred]

[yeah you are quiet. its weird]

[hipbumps Hook out of his deep thoughts]

Hey.

[cabineyes]

[ hipbumped?? ]

[ looks down. oh it's just a perky british girl trying to catch my attention. you over your trauma yet? ]

Something the matter?

[recurred]

[she's working on it. i.e good at faking it]

Could ask you the same.

[sawedoff]

[already oh hell no-ing when he sees the port town on the map. tempted to just take them around it and pretend it doesn't even exist]

[i'm not on a boat and i don't want a nautical themed pashmina afghan]

[mercyless]

[sawedoff]

[that's ominous]

[mercyless]

[ you still hanging out with the devil? that's omnious. ]

[ catches up with him as she sees he's putting the map away. ]

[sawedoff]

[talk to hook about that]

[a wild michonne appears. is the one million years cold war over]

Now you wanna talk?

[foodporn]

[on the road agaaaaaain]

[crotchbite]

[Wait no one misread that is hate phone tagging why do it do]

[foodporn]

[



u ok nessy]

[crotchbite]

)[BNO
]

[crotchbite]

[ SO HOW ABOUT THAT WEATHER...
i swear i won't tag from my phone ever again

still a little hungover from drowning herself in whiskey the night before. greasy breakfast and sunglasses do the trick. kinda. ]

[foodporn]

[not even a little. reaches over to pull the sunglasses off like she has a hunch and just makes a face of i knew it when they come off]

How much did you drink?

[bo threw the towel in after a couple shots. i mean, they do have to walk miles on miles on any given day and exercising with a hangover seriously sucks]

[armedarchaeologist]

[walking montage.]

[no more submachine gun hanging off his vest.]

[he would like to see the one they call bridge. also he has a funny feeling like the ship would be bad for him for some reason.]

[foodporn]

[hel's being hangovery so she fell back a little to conversate with the nerd.]

You ditched the heavy machinery.

[observation slash question]

[armedarchaeologist]

[blinks at bo, vaguely surprised, then drops his eyes back to the road and shrugs when she observes slash asks.]

Yeah. It's not really—

[didn't go into that sentence with a plan. the road isn't giving him an answer either.]

Yeah.

[foodporn]

[damn you daniel and your half finished sentences. looks at him confused and back to the group like one of them will offer up the answer instead. nope.]

And you're not as motor mouth as you usually are. What's up?

[armedarchaeologist]

What did she do you you? Ninurta, what did she make you do? What did she make you give up?

[kind of wants to know and kind of surprised that bo's not as dead inside as daniel and hel seem to be right now.]

[ladybirdshit]

It's night time. You went way out of your way to get to the port town with the bridge because fuck the other one. There are a couple people on the docks hanging up their boats for the night, but you can still catch them if you want to get a ride. Or you can take the bridge. DECIDE

[armedarchaeologist]

[looks at bridge.

has seen bridge.

gets deja vu.]

Yeah I think we should go boat on this one, I'm no architect but I'm pretty sure that... Should not exist.

[cabineyes]

Oh, are we taking a vote now?

[ your ricktatorship is cracking bowlegs. ]

[armedarchaeologist]

I thought we were, are we... Not?

[c'mon buddy you're voting boat, right?]