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[ladybirdcrap]

Rollin rollin rollin, rollin rollin rollin, rollin rollin rollin, rollin rollin rollin raaawhiiiiiiiiide move em on head em up move em on head em up rawhide! Cut em out, ride em in, cut em out, ride em in, rawhide

[Mission: you're still on the road. are you hungry yet. tired? too bad.]

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[dices]

[ traded the horse with someone because his balls hurt too much fuck horses he decided he hates them

wagon it is ]

[recurred]

[best sleep yet. nothing can break her stride]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[yeah as nice as it was to chat about bo's relationship problems and species whilst pressed up against her for five hours, once he realized they'd managed to steal another wagon he was back on the wagon like immediately.]

[leaning out the back and smoking.]

[recurred]

[except if constantine is in there smoking thx but nothx]

[sleepy crawls out of wagon and onto the driver's bench]

[dices]

[ leaning against something solid, arm over it with his face half on his shoulder. looks at him and shakes his head ]

With all that we walk, you should really quit, man.

[crotchbite]

[ tired as fuck, hasn't slept since that nap after being shot and then got dumped but you can't really dump what you've never had w/e w/e

headaches all around. her legs hurt from the horse riding. wants to shoot something. yes anger manages very well thank you very much. ]

[ladybirdbook]

[ sitting on a log on the side of the road. caws. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

You're probably right.

[he's definitely right, but since when has constantine cared?

oh well. pitches the rest out the back onto a nice dry brown clump of brush. slides back inside and leans against the side.]

[eyebrows at retreating clara. sorry not sorry.]

[noshoes]

[ why u move i was sleeping on you
rolls and continues to sleep ]

[dices]

[ do you have to be so descriptive.

watches clara crawl away and stretches his back with a groan ]

Not a fan of horse either, uh?

[cabineyes]

[ apparently the start of a long line of sleeping cardboards. ]

[ but finally. he's free! stretches. ]

[nosleeves]

[literally appears out of thin air about thirty feet in front of the caravan]

[pretty much all he can fucking see is desert, but does a quick turn and draws on the approaching horses]

[nosleeves]

[shut up crow, nobody wants you]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[lung yoghurt.]

I'm really more of a city person.

[vast understatement. this place really sucks. even the cities are either medieval or trigger-happy.]

[armedarchaeologist]

[hand goes to sidearm. surprisedbrows.]

Oh, tell me that's not a teleporting bandit.

[cabineyes]

[ peeking outside from the wagon. ]

Bloody hell!

[dices]

[ THAT'S THE MOST DISGUSTING DESCRIPTION. ]

I think at least 90% of us are more city people.

[crotchbite]

[ sometimes prayers are answered because he might be her something to shoot at

quickly draws her handgun and stops the horse with a hand on her reigns ]

Put it down.

[rhymeswithdesign]

Maybe this is hell, then.

[that's a joke. as dry as the bush he just maybe set on fire. rolls his neck to get some of the kinks out from contorting himself out the back of the wagon.]

Or at the very least some kind of purgatory.

[sawedoff]

[can u not]

[dices]

[ don't let dean hear you i guess
laughs a little at his joke and pulls his knees up to rest his elbows on them ]

At this point, I just stopped trying to make sense out of all of this.

[rhymeswithdesign]

[not even going to pretend to be sorry dean.]

Seems like the option safest for mental health, doesn't it? Put our hands over our ears and hope to make it through in one piece.

[or give up and homestead. that's an option, too. he supposes. frowns out the back of the wagon at the desert rolling past.]

[nosleeves]

[shuffles back a few steps. he's fucking outnumbered. awesome. just great. its fine with zombies, but people may be just as stupid but less predictable]

[like he's going to lower his weapon just yet, he just traveled space and time to get dropped at your feet. he'll go down fighting]

How about you tell me what the fuck is going on first, Red.

[dices]

[ rubs his eyes with the heel of his hand. he would answer but the sudden stop makes him groan and steady himself ]

The hell?

[ gon peek out ]

[armedarchaeologist]

[slowly raises his hand from his weapon.]

We've all been yanked here from different times and universes to follow a magic map to an inadequately explained end point.

[beat.]

Unless you're from Alderwood, in which case we're not sorry and we do kind of outnumber you so you should probably put that down and go back.