Jo's also gotten the hang of maneuvering in the ungodly and uncomfortable dress she was forced into. She hasn't been able to take it off yet. It makes showering complicated, let us tell you. She's nearby when she sees Flack help the little girl by rescuing her kitten, and finds that kids these days can be a tad ungrateful.
There's a small smirk, though, because the visual is amusing and it's a real comfort to find others that are on the same boat as her.
As she doubts Flack has chosen to wear that armor. Not that this is impossible in Chicago.
Jo struts over to him and, since she still has Rapunzel-length hair, will be using it to aid her in this expedition. She whips it up, tosses it over, and wraps it around the armor, tugging forcefully until something gives. ... Yes. Really.
Flack has not chosen to wear this armor. He has no idea why anyone would choose to wear this armor, even when it was actually part of the current fashion.
Flack has been too busy trying to pry his armor off the tree to notice the person with all the hair coming up behind him until the hair is actually wrapped around him. He shifts to push back against tree to go with her pulling and eventually there's a crack! and whatever is holding him in the tree gives. He stumbles backwards, and lands with a clank! on the ground in front of it.
He takes a minute to catch his breath, before tipping his head back and pushing up his visor so he can see. "Thanks."
Jo stumbles a few steps, and she has to fight to gain proper footing once more. She stares at the hair wrapped around her palm like a bandage and proceeds to glance up at the branch, slightly impressed with herself. She's not even going to lie. The hair finally became useful.
"Anytime," she says with a light smirk, kneeling down in front of him. "Gives a whole new meaning to hairy situations, doesn't it?"
She makes a brave attempt at pushing said hair back. "You okay?"
"Yep," he says as he does his best to push himself up onto his feet again. It takes a minute, but eventually he's up and brushing the grass off him, before looking over with a smile. "I'm good. I just can't wait for all of this to be over."
Elena Gilbert has come down from her 'apple high.' So to speak.
It may have been a refreshing change of pace, finding herself free of responsibilities and the heaviness of what has happened to her and those around her for over a year. But she is no longer that carefree girl, nice as it was to remember a time when things were different.
She is no longer all about having fun in the extreme, thanks to those apples, but there's still a relaxed, content sort of feeling in her chest that hasn't faded yet.
The little girl Charlie gave the tiara to is thrilled. She nearly barrels into Elena in her haste to run over and show someone what a pretty crown she has now. The visual makes her smile, and she steps out of the way, glancing over at Charlie.
He smiles after the little girl as she goes, before glancing to Elena with a shrug. It's a simple thing, really, but it's amazing how little it takes to make a child's day.
"Chicago deals out enough misery on a regular basis. It's nice to see people smile every once in a while."
Elena tilts her head, taking his comment into consideration. She folds her arms across her chest and turns back to look at the little girl, faint smile still spread across her lips.
"It's important to remember it's not just misery, after all."
Anne Hamilton is one of the few that were also unaffected, and she'd agree this nonsense is not always amusing. She would be very indignant if she knew Shawn had lost his precious wiener mobile.
She is on her way back home, carrying her teleporting kitten Neko, when Neko's ears perk up and he starts wriggling in her arms. He poofs out of them and immediately appears in front of the Daschund, tilting its kitty head and staring at it with decided interest.
Anne runs to catch up with Neko, noticing her very awesome friend who does not look like he is having an awesome time. "Neko! What have I told you about doing that in public--Shawn?"
The Dachshund stops when the kitten teleports in front of him, and he tips his head, almost as though he doesn't know what to do. Which, to be honest, is perfectly fair of him. He's only been a dog for almost a week now. He doesn't know how to manage all the instincts yet.
Shawn, however, looks up at the sound of his name, and despite his distress over the wiener mobile, he can't help but smile when he sees Anne. Anne just brings out that kind of reaction in him.
"Anne!" he says with a grin. "Get to play princess for a week?"
They make quite an amusing side, slanting their heads in opposite sides as they study each other, uncertain as to how to proceed when it comes to each other. Anne observes them curiously, but that's soon enough interrupted because it's Shawn and she is helpless to do anything but smile back brightly.
Because it's Shawn, and he is a favorite. She moves over to hug him a bit before stepping back.
"Nope! I was not one of the chosen ones. Can you believe that? No crown for me. What about you?"
Shawn leans into the hug, squeezing her tightly, before pulling back to speak. "Me either. Only thing is ... I can't seen to find my wiener mobile. It's a little annoying at this point.
He still hasn't put two and two together regarding the dog that's following him around. The Dachshund is starting to get a little frustrated.
Martha Jones has had a lovely, lovely week. She has really loved this week in terms of the Rift, but the Rift hasn't done anything embarrassing to her. It hasn't turned her into anything at all. She's only witnessed it happen to other people.
She even got to have a genie once which she loved and enjoyed very much. Never mind that the genie was actually her friend... who is actually Remus Lupin from the Harry Potter series. It's been a rather good week, and she can't complain at all.
Martha does not expect to run into a knight... stuck in a tree apparently. She doesn't realize it's him yet, but she did see the girl walk the other way. "Rather ungrateful of her to leave you hanging," she says ... with a small helpless smile as she tries to find a way up the branches. "Literally."
Flack would be glad to know that Martha has been having a lovely week. There have been enough unlovely weeks in Chicago, that it's important to have lovely ones to balance it out.
What he doesn't expect is for her to come and try and help him out of the tree. It doesn't occur to him that she wouldn't know who he is and flashes her a smile behind the visor.
"Eh, well, not a lot can be said for kids these days. People forget to teach 'em manners."
It is very important to have lovely ones to balance it out. She thinks her lovely weeks have out numbered the unlovely ones, but the unlovely weeks can be so unbearable at times that it's hard to remember it.
Naturally, Martha will be happy to help anyone out of a tree, but especially someone who has helped another person. It's the least she can do since she's not dressed in anything embarrassing.
She pauses as she looks in confusion at him, recognizing his voice. "...Flack? Is that you?"
Yes, he has just finished fighting off an evil unicorn.
Its guts were pink and yellow. He has a sword, the tip of it covered in this pink-and-yellow substance, and he has lost a shoe. These things seem to happen to him, but at least there were no silver moonbeams. He thinks.
Knocking on wood here.
There's a frown of confusion once he finds Castiel. He almost doesn't recognize him, because he's in a costume. On a bench. "... Cas?"
Castiel hasn't seen Sam in a while, for reasons that vary depending on the day. But when he hears his name and turns at the sound, he is happy to see him, regardless of the circumstances.
"Hello, Sam."
He pauses for a moment, before his head tips at Sam's state of dress. "Why are you covered in pink and yellow ... goo?"
Sam can never quite make up his mind about Cas on any given day. He's one of the few people that know important information, however, and without Dean around, Sam kind of needs people whether he admits it or not.
"Hey," he says easily, before glancing down at his shirt with an almost humorless laugh.
"There was an evil unicorn." Deadpanned. Totally serious. "Why are you...?" his voice trails off as he motions to the whole get-up.
It's a good thing that Castiel doesn't know any of these feelings because, well, he doesn't know how to help Sam make up his mind either way. He's still in that awkward, figuring out people phase, and he's never going to be perfectly good at it.
His eyes narrow, however, at the mention of an evil unicorn. "Unicorns -- never mind." He knows better than to make claims on things either way in Chicago. He then glances down to where Sam is gesturing and sighs. "The Rift felt it would be amusing to trap me in this ... Buzz Lightyear suit. It's very uncomfortable."
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There's a small smirk, though, because the visual is amusing and it's a real comfort to find others that are on the same boat as her.
As she doubts Flack has chosen to wear that armor. Not that this is impossible in Chicago.
Jo struts over to him and, since she still has Rapunzel-length hair, will be using it to aid her in this expedition. She whips it up, tosses it over, and wraps it around the armor, tugging forcefully until something gives. ... Yes. Really.
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Flack has been too busy trying to pry his armor off the tree to notice the person with all the hair coming up behind him until the hair is actually wrapped around him. He shifts to push back against tree to go with her pulling and eventually there's a crack! and whatever is holding him in the tree gives. He stumbles backwards, and lands with a clank! on the ground in front of it.
He takes a minute to catch his breath, before tipping his head back and pushing up his visor so he can see. "Thanks."
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"Anytime," she says with a light smirk, kneeling down in front of him. "Gives a whole new meaning to hairy situations, doesn't it?"
She makes a brave attempt at pushing said hair back. "You okay?"
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Anytime you're ready, Rift. Really.
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It may have been a refreshing change of pace, finding herself free of responsibilities and the heaviness of what has happened to her and those around her for over a year. But she is no longer that carefree girl, nice as it was to remember a time when things were different.
She is no longer all about having fun in the extreme, thanks to those apples, but there's still a relaxed, content sort of feeling in her chest that hasn't faded yet.
The little girl Charlie gave the tiara to is thrilled. She nearly barrels into Elena in her haste to run over and show someone what a pretty crown she has now. The visual makes her smile, and she steps out of the way, glancing over at Charlie.
"Looks like you made someone's day."
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"Chicago deals out enough misery on a regular basis. It's nice to see people smile every once in a while."
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"It's important to remember it's not just misery, after all."
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He's not sure if that's going to resonate with her on any level, but he hopes it does. It's nice when he actually manages to make sense.
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She is on her way back home, carrying her teleporting kitten Neko, when Neko's ears perk up and he starts wriggling in her arms. He poofs out of them and immediately appears in front of the Daschund, tilting its kitty head and staring at it with decided interest.
Anne runs to catch up with Neko, noticing her very awesome friend who does not look like he is having an awesome time. "Neko! What have I told you about doing that in public--Shawn?"
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Shawn, however, looks up at the sound of his name, and despite his distress over the wiener mobile, he can't help but smile when he sees Anne. Anne just brings out that kind of reaction in him.
"Anne!" he says with a grin. "Get to play princess for a week?"
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Because it's Shawn, and he is a favorite. She moves over to hug him a bit before stepping back.
"Nope! I was not one of the chosen ones. Can you believe that? No crown for me. What about you?"
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He still hasn't put two and two together regarding the dog that's following him around. The Dachshund is starting to get a little frustrated.
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She even got to have a genie once which she loved and enjoyed very much. Never mind that the genie was actually her friend... who is actually Remus Lupin from the Harry Potter series. It's been a rather good week, and she can't complain at all.
Martha does not expect to run into a knight... stuck in a tree apparently. She doesn't realize it's him yet, but she did see the girl walk the other way. "Rather ungrateful of her to leave you hanging," she says ... with a small helpless smile as she tries to find a way up the branches. "Literally."
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What he doesn't expect is for her to come and try and help him out of the tree. It doesn't occur to him that she wouldn't know who he is and flashes her a smile behind the visor.
"Eh, well, not a lot can be said for kids these days. People forget to teach 'em manners."
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Naturally, Martha will be happy to help anyone out of a tree, but especially someone who has helped another person. It's the least she can do since she's not dressed in anything embarrassing.
She pauses as she looks in confusion at him, recognizing his voice. "...Flack? Is that you?"
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"Yep," he sighs. "It's me."
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Yes, he has just finished fighting off an evil unicorn.
Its guts were pink and yellow. He has a sword, the tip of it covered in this pink-and-yellow substance, and he has lost a shoe. These things seem to happen to him, but at least there were no silver moonbeams. He thinks.
Knocking on wood here.
There's a frown of confusion once he finds Castiel. He almost doesn't recognize him, because he's in a costume. On a bench. "... Cas?"
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"Hello, Sam."
He pauses for a moment, before his head tips at Sam's state of dress. "Why are you covered in pink and yellow ... goo?"
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"Hey," he says easily, before glancing down at his shirt with an almost humorless laugh.
"There was an evil unicorn." Deadpanned. Totally serious. "Why are you...?" his voice trails off as he motions to the whole get-up.
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His eyes narrow, however, at the mention of an evil unicorn. "Unicorns -- never mind." He knows better than to make claims on things either way in Chicago. He then glances down to where Sam is gesturing and sighs. "The Rift felt it would be amusing to trap me in this ... Buzz Lightyear suit. It's very uncomfortable."
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