WE BE LEAVING; PACK UR SHITZ [no really]

[icecoldwit]

To say that everything had been a severe headache for the last several weeks would be the understatement of the year. Emma hadn't felt this uncomfortable since she'd been teaching five telepaths how to control themselves. This was just getting ridiculous. Japan had worn off, in Emma's opinion, and Emma's opinion was currently the only opinion that

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[hunt_the_devil]

John was... well perhaps relieved was an understatement for the way he felt. As much as moving camp was a stressful and somewhat crazy affair he knew that there were no two ways about it. They needed to leave Japan and as soon as possible for that matter.

With a nod he headed back into his new room and begun the process of packing his bags. Accustom to moving so much John didn't really care where they ended up as long as there wasn't snow all year round and the base wasn't prone to quakes... or anything like that.

God he hoped it was somewhere decent!

[lightbulbtrix]

"Need any help, cowboy?" For once, Chris had finished packing early. This was due to the fact that most of the usual useless junk he carried around from place to place with him had been crushed in the quake.

After reading the announcement, it had taken no time at all to throw all that he had salvaged into a few bags. So now the technopath had decided that the best thing to do was see if any of his friends needed help.

[hunt_the_devil]

"Think I'm good." John glanced up with a smile as he continued to pack, there wasn't a vast amount he needed to take with him. Clothing had always pretty much been supplied by the army and he was so accustom to travelling light that really there wasn't much he needed to pack.

"So where d'you reckon were headed? I'm thinkin' if Emma's the one in charge it's gonna be some place warm. What you think?"

[lightbulbtrix]

Chris knelt near John, lips twitching into a smile as he saw the infamous hat had survived. Crumpled and dusty, it now looked as though it had gone through a war zone.

Bradley thought about it, but at this point, he was beginning not to care where they ended up. "I do hope so. Preferably somewhere they speak English. It's a pain in the arse not knowing the local languages."

[hunt_the_devil]

The hat had survived. Sort of. Not that John was about to tell anyone that he had a couple of spares. It didn't do to travel the world and not expect your hat to get a little battered and bruised on the way but still... this one was looking a little worse for wear. Maybe at the new camp John would exchange it for a less crumpled, dusty, dirty version.

"Lazy. You should learn to immerse yourself in the culture and language," John smirks though as he knows full well that he's just as bad as the others. Relying on an interpreter to do all the dirty work. "Would be good to get hold of some home comforts mind you, foods that I recognise the brand and taste of."

[lightbulbtrix]

"Last time I did that, I almost got shot. Pretty sure I insulted someone's mother instead of asking directions." Bradley counted every day he was still alive on this team as a blessing. "You and me both. I think we're both just a tad homesick."

[hunt_the_devil]

"You're tellin' me. I can't remember the last time we were on American soil can you?" John sighed, adding the last of his folded shirts to the bag. Reaching over John ruffled Bradleys hair playfully, noting the fact that yet again his friend seemed to stumble into trouble without ever meaning to.

"You're an idiot sometimes techno boy."

[lightbulbtrix]

"Sure I do. Las Vegas, remember?" Bradley could only hope that the negatives from that unfortunate time period had finally been destroyed in the earthquake. Such lovely friends he had, keeping those photos around for eternity.