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[ladybirdcrap]

Hey good job guys you actually fulfilled a mission of a post for once and nothing got set on fire? Wow gold star what special little sports you are. Okay so once you pick up and leave town after you stay the night you're on the road again, you're headed for a small village about a half day's walk. Take up your horses and your wagon and all that and hit the old oregon trail etc

Somewhere along your walking montage you'll pass a gathering of stones that look kind of out of place. You can stop to poke it if you're really bored but you're going to have to keep moving, so

[Mission: walking montage, poke things, be cool]

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[armedarchaeologist]

[no.

he knows she's an alien, he's just—]

It never fails to surprise me how frequently completely different—alien in fact—languages have such a huge idiomatic crossover... Until all of a sudden they don't.

[scantilyclad]

Whatever 'tis you may think of my power, I am quite human.

[ she doesn't know what aliens are but she knows people use the word to refer to non-human things. ]

Ah-- we have another who wishes to partake in your rocks.

[armedarchaeologist]

Oh. No, I know, I know, but you— You're not from Earth, right? So, alien world, alien language, even though we're all... Mostly all the same species.

[fairy werewolf.

speaking of fairies— glances over to cas with a smile and a wave.]

Hi, just— Found some ruins. I can catch up. And if not, radios. But we're really not all that fast, sooo yeah.

[inenochian]

...You're aware that when we investigate ruins, there tends to be some malevolent force attached to them.

[ weeping angels. ninurta. yanno, the ush. ]

[sawedoff]

[dude there's totally an altar right there

does anyone else see it

no? just me? just the devil worship guy? okay]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[my ears are burning]

[scantilyclad]

Barely even a ruin. A rock and crumbled walls.

[armedarchaeologist]

[grimaces at the stones a little guiltily because yes, cas, he remembers that one time from his entire life.]

Well— Yes. But what's the point if we're not going to look at anything? Just— Just walk through here with our fingers in our ears? I mean we might as well just stay behind and homestead.

[yeah fuck you ninurta, you can take his deicidal mania but you can never take his nosiness.

eyebrows at morrigan.]

Well if it was in good shape it wouldn't be a ruin, would it?

[inenochian]

[ i cannot with you people. ]

[ this is why i'm the party's forward scout. ]

By all means. [ flaps arms against his sides, not going to try and logic the archaeologist out of archaeologying. ] Please. Inspect the potentially diabolical blood altar.

[scantilyclad]

Oh, indeed! Do curse us all.

[armedarchaeologist]

Well I'm not going to sacrifice anything on it, am I?

[so sue him, he's been trapped in a pastiche of 1800s america without any semblance of ancient culture for like a week. it's been awful.

anyway he seems more interested in the construction of the walls than he is in the structure in the middle of the room.]

I thought it was more likely some kind of well or maybe a filled-in cellar, anyway. It's lowered in relation to the surface, which is unusual for altars, and the walls are pretty light on any kind of iconography indicating religious significance... Or iconography period.

[sawedoff]

Lay off the guy.

[cant take you two gangbanging him anymore it's just become sad. glances at abandoned little altar with a dismissive look before turning to keep going]

If you wanna stay behind and play in the rock garden you go right ahead, dude.

[scantilyclad]

Very well. Are we to move on?

[inenochian]

[ i just don't want to have to de-vessel again because one of you guys angered some time-eating alien race or something. ]

[ follows along behind dean without further bitchy comment directed at daniel's person. ]

[armedarchaeologist]

I didn't expect anyone to wait for me.

[wanders around the perimeter, into a little alcove, frowning.]

Or... This is the cellar? [stares at the flat stone like it's personally offending him. ] There's no way that's a floor.

[hell with it, there's nothing here. not even pottery shards. dejectedly climbs back out of the whatever-it-is and goes back to his horse.]

Yeah let's go.

[sawedoff]

[way ahead of you. holding the map out in front of him while they trail ride, glancing over to him when he catches up]

Have fun? Well I didn't hear any ominous thunder or anything so I'm guessing you didn't screw us all.

[armedarchaeologist]

[catches up.]

Your confidence in me is really inspiring.

[jack.

tone drier than the desert we just trekked through.]

[inenochian]

[ at least daniel didn't exclaim "so get this" about anything he discovered. ]

[ looking at the map over dean's arm. ]

Half a day more, at this pace?

[scantilyclad]

[ invites herself on to castiel's horse ]

Only half a day?

[sawedoff]

[doesn't look up to answer with an offhanded 'yeah' except when morrigan pipes up too.]

You need a horse buddy system? This ain't the YMCA sister.

[what's wrong with the wagon]

[scantilyclad]

[ what is a ymca. ]

Not need, no. But after hours of trying to stare at women, I decided I missed the warmth of a strong man at my back.

[inenochian]

[ was kind of thrown when he suddenly had a lapful of witch, but when morrigan opens her mouth again he's more like flabbergasted. ]

[ has one arm out like he's afraid he'll combust if he touches her, the other hand still holding the reins. looks over at dean with just. utter goldfish face. ]

[ what the hell is going on can they smell it on you or something. ]

[sawedoff]

[how do you even start to reply to that]

[does he...does he latch onto the lesbian thing or
the trying to be a lesbian thing or ...the strongman line cus that's... i mean that's the guy you went with

you can just see him working this out in his head. making a pointy finger that kind of falls flat halfway through his inner deliberations. making faces of consternation. etc.]

--I got nothing.

[carry on?]

[scantilyclad]

[ making men uncomfortable isn't always her favorite pastime, but right now it definitely is. ]

We should move before night swallows us.

[inenochian]

[ holding very still, like when you have a very volatile cat that tends to hiss and scratch but has for some unknowable reason decided to curl up on your lap. ]

[ gingerly

lowers arm around her side to grasp the reins with both hands. ]

[ throws another glance at dean like there's still hope of rescue. ]