[Dinoplot] - Annabeth, Hawkeye, Renee & Shawn

[psych_out]

One minute Shawn is sitting behind his desk at the Psych office, lining up a shot at the wastebasket with a freshly crumpled ball of paper, and the next he's on his ass, thoroughly soaked within seconds and holding a soggy ball of mush

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[fatalpride]

Annabeth, on the other hand, had been on the way to school at the time, when she was suddenly transported to the middle of the forest. Life on the island had been leaning on idyllic, and something like this was more of what she was used to. Barely taking a second to splutter the rain out of her face before drawing her knife - just in time as well, since she heard voices coming from somewhere in the forest.

"Who's there?" she called, her voice tense and wary. She needed a plan. She needed a few seconds to just think.

[anger_sideways]

Ever since the rains had come, Hawkeye had spent most of his time lurking around the kitchen or the Winchester, depending on whether he felt more hungry or thirsty. He was in the process of crossing between the two when, out of nowhere, he was suddenly somewhere else entirely.

He looked around himself. He couldn't have taken a wrong turning, because the path he'd just come from was nowhere to be seen. Instead, he was surrounded by trees on all sides, stretching so high the sky was barely visible. He heard voices, and spun on his heel (as best was possible with the soil so thick and waterlogged). Oh crap, were the natives coming to get him?

"Don't eat me!" he yelled. "It's not worth it, I'm all stringy and I taste horrible."

[littleagentlost]

Renee hadn't felt like going out this morning. Sometimes it's just not worth the energy to brave the rain, even if a hot breakfast is on the other end of the walk. Instead she'd stayed in her hut. After doing a little yoga, she'd thrown herself back down onto her bed without bothering to change. She's just started to doze off when her roof apparently springs a leak. A heck of a leak, at that; she's soaked almost immediately. She coughs and rolls away from the onslaught, then cracks open one eye, then the other

[psych_out]

Wherever he was now he apparently he wasn't there alone.

"Shawn Spencer, IPD, and I have a taser!" He didn't, actually. Apparently he couldn't be trusted with one of those again so soon, but The Voices didn't need to know that.

"And I don't think people turn to cannibalism until at least day five or six!" Maybe day three or four for him, but he wasn't going to share that either. "Anybody have any clue what the hell just happened to me!?" And probably them, too, but he took priority. It wasn't like he was on duty.