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[freddles]

After a few pointed looks from the flight attendants saying that we needed to get our 'friends' into their seats, we finally had Wesley and Lorne back into their seats and buckled in so they wouldn't somehow fall out during the landing. Normally, no one would fall out really, but with the way they'd been acting I wouldn't doubt it. Lorne was back

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[_gunn_charles_]

Looks like we got us a shitload of trouble here. Well, okay, not so much. I can sling skin and bones there over my shoulder, but I doubt he'd appreciate that when he wakes up. Lorne on the other hand, not so easy to carry. Where's Angel when you need him

[freddles]

Making a face at the noises and mumbles Lorne started to make when I kept on shaking his arm a bit, I gave him one last poke then shook my head. This was useless until they got whatever was in their system, out. Speaking of, who actually gave them this stuff knowing full well what would actually.. happen to them

[lornegreen]

Big hat?! Blanket on my head?! Awh, but I was delightfully coifed this afternoon. If anyone is about to ruin my hair, I'll definately be having words.

I could hear Gunn and Fred going on about our little dilemma. Only problem was, I couldn't actually *do* anything about it. After I konked out (and no less had some... quality bonding time with my English friend over here) I was pretty much left in a complete vegetative state. Except my ears were still working in overdrive, and I swear to God I am going to have words with Fred for that crack about my weight

[_gunn_charles_]

After the flight attendant had brought over two wheelchairs - and don't think for a moment that got her off the hook - Fred and I moved Lorne in there first. He looked like one cute not so little demon sittin' there mumblin' to himself. Made me wonder if he was comin' 'round. We moved the blanket over him and then covered the horns up with the hat. Somethin' told me we was gonna get a scoldin' for that, gut it's not like we had much of a choice