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[ it doesn't really change anything in the end, but in frodo's eyes it's enough to put a little life back in his body, in his heart. enough to pull the weight back just a little so that he can breathe; if only for a moment or two. to him it's worth it. merry here..in this place -- it's hardly safe. he shouldn't be glad he's here and yet he's alive, well, and in a way that's more than enough. it was right to leave them behind. it wasn't right, or fair that sam insisted to go but how could he have continued without him?

he was alone and yet he was not alone.

the burden was his to bear and yet -- just a glimpse of a dearly loved friend, a family member..he felt a little more like frodo baggins and less like the ringbearer.

you're shorter than i remember.

another tear slips past worn blue eyes; a hoarse laugh escaping frodo's lips as he squeezes his shoulders, not relinquishing their closeness. merry was warm in ways that he wasn't. he could see things changed in his eyes, dangers faced -- he was safe but what had those innocent eyes seen? his cousins should have ever stayed at the shire, safe and untainted by these terrible things.

yet without them..it didn't fix everything. it didn't change everything, but still in his heart he was glad. ]

Or perhaps you've gotten taller! A sad day when the younger, troublesome cousin grows taller.

[ a pause ]

Merry -- is Pippin with you? You've kept together?

[ it's a good thing that one of them laughs because he fears he might sob, something he feels might have dried up inside with all the rest of him.

but then pippin speaks to him, speaks of the faith he knew they had in him --why he didn't know, and maybe he's wrong. he's not conquered yet. the task isn't finished -- he can still go home. he wants to believe that. he needs to. that they all can.

he sucks in a breath, staring into his face and seeing a change, of what he isn't certain. but pippin has seen things, things he shouldn't have and he wished he hadn't but seen them he had. but he's safe and he's alive -- and that's all frodo needs right now. he settles his hands on his cousin's shoulders, smiling as assuringly as he can.]

Yes, I'm alright.

[ somehow. in some way. maybe he can't see it, but he's still standing and that has to count for something. ]

Sam and I -- we've managed.

[ his brows furrow ]
And what of you? And Merry? You've been alright?

[ her voice snaps his attention away from his locker, and he throws a glance over his shoulder just to be sure it's the same redheaded assassin he imagines that voice goes with contradicting his comment. he closes his locker and turns to face her after grabbing the rest of the things (his things, still weird) out of it. ]

Natasha. [ he glances around eyebrow quirking up as he looks back over to her. ] This some kind of reunion, 'cause I feel like I'm missing something.

[ like why the hell tony's minus an eye and where the hell they are, for instance. ]

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Some kind of ranking system? [no, he has no idea what those numbers mean. only that the ones on his arm are one digit away from matching gretel's, and that has to mean something. why anyone would want to brand them like this, he doesn't know. but with all the other people still milling around the area, he's sure they'll find out soon enough.]

Guess we should... [a motion to the lockers; to the ones with matching numbers. he takes the lead this time, purposely stepping between gretel and his locker. he has no idea of what's inside, so he isn't going to risk gretel being front and center if its a trap. though judging by the fact others don't seem to be having any problems with hidden explosives, he could be overreacting a little. still, better safe than sorry. especially where gretel's concerned.

another glance to his number, and hansel finally tugs his locker open. carefully. he only breathes again once nothing seems to happen; no trap being tripped. neither of them are the sudden recipient of an arrow to the face. no, it seems that there's really...nothing to worry about here. which is the strangest part of it all. a look to gretel, a shrug, and he steps to the side so they can both check the contents.

clothes. and more importantly-] My gun?

I don't know how you can think of drinking at a time like this. We almost died, Ford!

[ pearl is doing her best to pretend the last ten minutes haven't happened. she's in her dress and nylons again, shoes on, earrings in, perfume dabbed, hair brushed, lashes curled, and she's just applying the last touches of red lippy. she's still in a right strop, though: blue goo and obscenity! of all the things! not to mention she hasn't been out of that dress in fifty-five years, and the nudity had been somewhat disconcerting. ]

[ and then she hears it, only a few lockers down. that voice. the turns, blue skirt whirling. ]

Ohh, I might have known you had something to do with it.

[ she huffs her way down to where annie's standing. ]

What is this? Where've you brought me?

Well. I'm André. André Correia. But most people call me Andy, not that you - not that you have to. [Stare.] Sorry, you just look like my brother so much.

[ This is exactly why mother will say 'I told you so'.

This day has started well, too. Wonderfully, even. And somehow it has all escalated to the point where she has found herself clutching her frying pan behind a pillar.

Perhaps you think she's talking to herself, but mind yourself, she isn't! Instead, she's talking to a chameleon!

So there. ]

This is completely under control! Deep breaths, Pascal, his is no big deal! It's just that we are somehow lost in space with no way of getting back down.

[ ok so maybe there's panic ]

Mother is going to kill me.

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Don't exaggerate*. We did die. Is there a better time to drink?

[*That word… I do not think it means what you think it means.]

[Oh, he has never seen a beast like it. He heard tell, rumors in his youth of great maned cats dwelling in the lands of the Southrons, though he had had little contact with Men back then and their stories had only been carried by scouts returning from the lands of the Golodhrim. But he had not heard they were this gigantic or magnificent. The great cats of his own land don't compare at all.

But its gaze makes him think of the great eagles, of creatures sentient and intelligent who remain untouched by the cares of those on two legs. It is wild, perhaps, but in the same sense as those great lords of the wind. This is perhaps one of the lords of the land, as he can see in the depths of its eyes.

And so when the lion approaches, the Elvenking bows to him.]

[He is quite amused by this, acutally

Little brother, whatever will you do now.]

[ arthur was so certain they were about to argue about their miraculous escape, and instead he stops panicking and squints in irritation. ]

Only, we're not dead, on account of being alive.

[ he gestures between them. ]

Well… yeah, okay, I mean, maybe. But it's all sugar down the plughole. Right? Think about it. This is the multiverse we're talking about. Like when we were blown through time, could be we were blown through dimensions. And isn't that a fair definition of death, in the end?

Not as far as I can tell. Not a Heaven or Hell either, though Hell seems more likely with the kind of stuff we get.

[ but right, he'd been looking for Sam and Dean. And she should probably ask about timeline things and if he was here before or all those other semi-important things that she'd been briefed with when she showed up.

she just. can't bring herself to do it yet. ]

Dean's here. Somewhere. [ and if she frowns a little at his name. well. we can just ignore that. ] Sam was, too, for a while. He disappeared a month or so back.

[ arthur thinks about it. (actually, he's mostly trying not to think about the similarly naked woman who's just been spat out two tubes over, and not thinking about something is a different beast entirely and takes far more effort. he damn near strains something.) ]

No.

[ he shakes his head, and goes to get them both towels from the helpful stack someone's left at the edge of the room. ]

Yeah.

[But now they're staring at the corner and... no George. Nothing happens.]

Well, it's probably another corner. This place is full of corners, it might be any one.

[Just a moment longer of expectant staring, just in case--and then Mitchell lets out a frustrated breath. Fine, George, be like that.]

C'mon, we'd better go and have a look ourselves.

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Wait, disappeared? What do you mean he disappeared? [worried not!dad is worried] And what sort of stuff happens here?

[no one will ever know, that's damn right. besides, they've got more important stuff to deal with. Bobby sniffs, fixing his cap and getting back to his grumpy self]

Sounds like you've got yourself in a mess again. Idgit. [that's a bit more fond than usual but he's happy to see his not!son, so whatever] What's this place like, anyway? Other than in bad taste. A spaceship, really?

[thrilled enough he'd like to gank her himself this go around!]

What makes you think I'd tell you?

Here, don't-

[She doesn't usually grip. She hasn't for a while, anyway, ever since she started leaving the house more often.

Anyway, she's reaching now, gripping now. She wasn't scared when she got dressed and she wasn't scared until Mitchell pointed out that they're in space and now she's not scared - well, maybe a little - okay maybe she's scared.

But she's gripping, deal.]

[What a cute dress. What a cute outfit!

Oh, she's not happy at all that's not nearly so cute.]

I'm sorry?

Have we met?

He has kept me very safe--and Jon, too, and all of the friends that we have made here. But Robb and Jon most of all.

[His mother does not like to hear of Jon Snow--even Bran knows that--but he must give credit to his brother for the things that he has done. It would only be fair. And a lord would not bear being kissed by his mother, or held like this--but Bran is no true lord, and anyways, he has missed his mother. So he allows it, gladly.]

I love you too, Mother. I missed you, but I am glad to see you now. [And he leans up to kiss her cheek, quickly--even a lord would kiss his mother's cheek.]

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The what? What is the not-Hammond? Could you possibly be any less specific? Are we now going to refer to things by what they aren't? Am I going to call other people the Not-Sheppards, other cities the Not-Atlantis? What is this, some kind of puzzle game? Animal, vegetable, mineral?

Hah!

[ Pearl scoffs. ]

Have we met, she asks me. Have we met. You were the one to told me I might not get another chance at that door, and now look where I'm standing.

[ she waves her hands about to indicate the tranquility, her voice wavering on the verge of hysterical. ]

Right.

[No, no, shes got nothing. She leans over and leans whispers, because, well]

Are you, you know.

[A GHOST.]

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