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[thetrailmods]

DATE: November 29th, 2011, evening
CHARACTER(S): Everyone!
SUMMARY: Events detailed here.
LOCATION: Wagon circle, middle o' nowhere, Oregon Trail.
WARNINGS: None.
FORMAT: Whatever is preferred.

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[exquisitetiger]

[Fortunately, Mystique is missing most of the chaos ... because she's too busy throwing up into Charles' box of tea.]

[Feel free to come and check out the sound of someone who's got food poisoning, particularly if you're from her wagon -- it's nothing personal against the tea, but it is something against Charles. It's his fault she's sick, after all -- he was on dinner duty tonight.]

[grooviestmutant]

[ And Charles has all the frowns. He's wanting to climb into the wagon; he wants to complain and he wants to apologise, but neither of those things are coming to him. He knows he's going to end up sick himself if he is not careful, and he quickly backs out of the wagon and settles himself just outside -- arms crossed. Scowling. ]

Raven, you know you are perfectly capable of--of doing that out here, in those shrubs.

[exquisitetiger]

Maybe if your food hadn't been -- [U G H] -- so terrible, I would've been able to make it out to the shrubs.

[She feels so unhappy right now.]

[grooviestmutant]

[ Charles is still frowning immensely, and he's glanced off to the side at the moment; not about to face her, or listen to her words, really. ]

You know that was not my intention, to make you ill. [ He faces her again, though he's watching her back. Then, he reaches up with a hand, and smiles rather pathetically for a fleeting second. ]

Come on. I'll help.

And if you haven't ruined all the tea, I will make some for you.

Open - Rose: Do the fever thing. [I'll match whatever format you use]

[sarcasticseer]

Rose had been feeling stranger and stranger as the day went on, though she couldn't place why, and now that evening had set in she was reasonably certain she was getting sick. Not that she was willing to admit it, because she's made such a big deal to Kanaya about the need to not get sick, that being sick just made her feel like an idiot

[princeofbelheir]

With the recent spike in snake population, John wasn't about to set foot on the ground if he could help it. Which meant that he was floating just about everywhere he went, and that suited him just fine; flying was incredibly fun, and he'd take any excuse to do it. Heck, once He'd been following a particularly active little guy for a while, watching it as it slithered around a wagon and toward--

"Rose!"

He hit the ground in a gust of air, blowing away the nearest of the vermin. It didn't take a genius to tell that something was wrong, but it was even worse up close. Under better circumstances, John would have been excited to see Rose now that she wasn't in the black death trance of the woegothics, or whatever it was that had made their first meeting such a strange one. He might have even been a little embarrassed, given their last conversation. But that would have to wait; for now, all he knew was that Rose looked bad, and she needed help.

"Oh, geez, what happened?"

[sarcasticseer]

Rose was usually acutely aware of what was going on around her, and yet she didn't realize the snake was near her until she felt the sudden gust of wind that sent it hurdling away. Her eyes went a bit wide as she watched it flying off, and she wobbled as she pushed off the wagon for a moment to peer after it as John landed. Oh. That explained it

[princeofbelheir]

He wanted to return the smile, as brief as it was, but that glow had him worried. Once she was better, he'd have to remember to give her a hard time about that, though he knew a little talking-to wouldn't be enough to convince her to Say No To Dark Magic. Rose was just stubborn that way--even it came to being sick, apparently. If she was trying to convince him by downplaying her illness, then it had the opposite effect. He knew that had to be an understatement, which meant she was probably feeling pretty terrible

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[themortalson]

The evening seemed perfectly normal and then things just exploded. He didn't understand what was happening, but the yells from the other wagons in the train made him stand up. He just turned his attention away from the pot for a second; who the fuck would be expecting a bear to suddenly appear and knock them down? It was completely ignoring the food Shinjiro had been preparing and seemed focused on attacking him.

He yelled, aware that its jaws were fastened around his arm, but wasn't going down this way. He just proceeded to socking it in the head with his free hand, soon grabbing its jaw to pry its fangs off. His knife was still next to the food. If he could get back to his feet and retrieve it... Dammit!

[beniiro_tsubasa]

Benio was attracted to the sound of growling and yelling, curiously flitting over to see what the commotion was all about. Apparently there was a bear invading the space of one of the wagons, and Benio perched on top of an ox, watching that man in the funny beanie hat fend off the wild beast.

[themortalson]

Yea, watching is really helpful. Still, Shinjiro manages to land a lucky strike which causes the bear to let go on reflex. The annoyed teen is back on his feet quickly, shaking off the blood on his hand and very notably irritated glancing at the teeth marks ripping into his jacket. This was his only... He nimbly dodged the bear's claws and moved, focused on getting a weapon because this animal wasn't about to relent.

"Get your asses back in the wagon!" He was yelling at the people riding with him; still, the bear didn't seem to pay them any mind, snarling in his direction. What the hell was up with this thing?

[beniiro_tsubasa]

Oooh so the bear's only attacking Mr Beanie Hat? Benio giggled and stepped closer, making sure to stay out of the range of the bear's claws while still being close to the man.

"Need help?"

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[hammer_bro]

Breakdown was crouched near the fire, trying to convince his recharge sub routines to stop cycling on when he needed to be awake. Problem was, things were just so boring around here. Nobody had any clue why they were being herded towards the mysterious 'Oregon' nor what would befall them once they got there. With nothing to do but pull the wagon for days on end, the big mech was going a little stir crazy. What he really needed was a good fight- but he hadn't seen the Prime in a long while and he dared not throw a punch at his superior officers.

He was just drifting off again when something flashed in the corner of his optic, skittering just beyond the range of the fire light. His bored processor provided him with a random explanation, basically just looking for an excuse for some excitement.

"Scraplet!" Breakdown exclaimed, shooting wildly in the direction of the movement with his shoulder cannon.

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[blackwidowblade]

Airachnid had been doing her usual creeping surveillance of the stopped wagon train. All this camaraderie and singing and storytelling and such? Ridiculous.

She saw the snakes before anyone else, but they left her alone, possibly because they valued their teeth. This, she thought, should be entertaining.

Finally, something fun. She was nearly gloating as she skimmed along the perimeter of the train, trying to find the best vantage point, when....

FZZZZT!

A Cybertronian weapon. She whirled, two pink optics blazing in the darkness. "YOU IDIOT!"

NO WORRIES

[hammer_bro]

Scraplets didn't normally hurl insults at you when you shot them. Breakdown stood there like an idiot for a few seconds until his optics adjusted and he realized exactly who he'd fired at.

Airachnid.

The mech currently in charge of the Decepticons.

He stepped backwards and raised his hands in embarrassment. "Whoa- I uh- I didn't know it was you- I didn't mean- it's just-.... Slag."