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[forestcrap]

After the hole is sealed and Ninurta's done away with, your entire party is bippity bopped to the other side of the forest. If there were stragglers that got separated, you're all in one place again. If you lost gear, weapons, phones, whatever, it's back on your person, functional again. If you lost any organs you're on your own though. No but basically you've been bewitched to safety out of the forest and the evil noises have stopped, you're homefree, homies. There's a crow perched on a rundown fence post along the road watching you with beady little eyes before it takes off back into the forest.

The map takes you to a rundown little bed and breakfast not but a fifteen minute walk out that looks like it was abandoned a while ago. No foul play, just closed for business, the economy is rough when you're located next to a haunted forest. Feel free to avail yourself of its beds, there's no room service but least you don't have to pay.

[Mission: get your bearings, make sure all your shits there, do a headcount, follow the road. call dibs on a room. rest up]

Comments

[foodporn]

You should drink more because when you're drinking you're not talking.

[shoves bottle at him]

[armedarchaeologist]

[stares woefully at bo.]



...

[takes the bottle. does as she commands. bo you're a terrible enabler.]

[foodporn]

[pats his back]

Much better. Everyone is in your debt.

[armedarchaeologist]

[sputters, coughs, spills down the front of his shirt. it's a mess. he's a featherweight.]

Ya-ay.

[croaking.]

Yours too? I guess? More yours. Congratulations. Thanks, also, for... Saving.

[foodporn]

It's like you're trying to talk as much as usual, but you forgot how to make actual sentences.

[laughs and leans over to take her own glass and wipe at his shirt with a napkin. you are a sad sight.]

It wasn't me so much with the saving. But I will accept your thanks and raise you a you were right, but I'm only saying it once so savor the moment.

[armedarchaeologist]

Hey, that's not as easy as it looks.

[gentle slappyhands to get bo to stop mother henning him. he's a grown-up damn it. he actually suspects he might be the oldest person there. how sad is that.]

I graciously accept your admission of my rightness—correctness—and will probably be thanking you for saving us again in the future, I'm sure. Consider me savoring.

[clinks his bottle against bo's glass. huh, that seems a little unbalanced. oh well. takes a drink from the bottle to even it out a little.]

[foodporn]

Seriously, how do you get drunk off beer, though?

[holds napkinhand up and away in surrender at the slappyhands but still laughing at him. for a grownass man you handle your booze like a college girl]

[armedarchaeologist]

The... Normal way?

[holds the bottle up to the light. frowns at it.]

Although I kind of think this might have been sitting around long enough to not even count as beer anymore... Is beer supposed to have solid bits in it?

[foodporn]

[good god. confiscates it from him and leans over bar to pour it out into a pan, cringes at the thunky noises]

You've been drinking this?

[i thought you were the smart one. pushes her glass at him instead]

Here. I'm generous. And you might die in the next few hours of something poisoning so you might as well go out with a bang.

[armedarchaeologist]

You handed it to me. I assumed it had been vetted or, or something.

[pushes her glass back at her.]

N-o, thank you, I think maybe I've had enough for now. Besides, nothing can live in alcohol. Nothing—[makes little germy gestures with his fingers. makes a face.] I think maybe those were bugs.

[foodporn]

You drank bug beer.

[can't even. just laughs. i'm so sorry for your loss. don't puke on her]

[armedarchaeologist]

You handed it to me.

[wounded, but not really offended. he'll be fine. what's a few bugs.]

I think the worst part is the fear that the inside of my mouth is going to taste like this forever.