Enter the SCENT agent
A man and his not-actually-a-horse walk into a bar.
Badum-CHING.
...if you were wondering, that noise was actually the sound of Fess's hooves on the floor. No, really.
Rod had been in the middle of asking his faithful steed about the world they'd just landed on when he realized they'd left it. The first clue was the complete change in venue. The second, the aforementioned 'ching'. The third?
The click right behind his ear.
"Dammit, Fess."
Apparently, the standing order not to try and figure out how they'd come to the end of the Universe (or the logistics at the end of the Universe, or really anything to do with the end of the Universe) had been overwritten at some point. Or burned out. Or reconfigured due to new experiences. It had, after all, been over ten years since the last time they'd come.
That didn't mean it wasn't fricking annoying.
[tinytag: rod gallowglass]
Badum-CHING.
...if you were wondering, that noise was actually the sound of Fess's hooves on the floor. No, really.
Rod had been in the middle of asking his faithful steed about the world they'd just landed on when he realized they'd left it. The first clue was the complete change in venue. The second, the aforementioned 'ching'. The third?
The click right behind his ear.
"Dammit, Fess."
Apparently, the standing order not to try and figure out how they'd come to the end of the Universe (or the logistics at the end of the Universe, or really anything to do with the end of the Universe) had been overwritten at some point. Or burned out. Or reconfigured due to new experiences. It had, after all, been over ten years since the last time they'd come.
That didn't mean it wasn't fricking annoying.
[tinytag: rod gallowglass]