Saturday.

[walkswithheroes]

Fred is tired. Exhausted, more like. She's hungry and dirty, and for a moment, she has to make herself remember that she's not back on Pylea all over again. At least this time, there are other people with her and no one's being made to shovel demon horse poo, but the situation is still less than ideal. It makes her realize that this time, there's no one to miss her, no one who will wonder where she's gone to if she doesn't make it back. It's something that she tries to push out of her mind as the night goes on, knowing that there are more important things to focus on. Like the next thing that the game conjures up.

They've spent most of the night fighting the poisonous and deadly vines that turned up after Alistair's roll of the die, beating them back with branches and shooting at them while Alistair cut at the ones he could with his sword. Someone's almost hit by what Fred later realizes is a poisonous stinger, but they all manage to make it through mostly unscathed.

They find a spot to settle for the moment, and Fred sets the game down in front of her, opening it up to reveal the game board inside.

"Okay, so who's next?"

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[coercive.livejournal.com]

"I can walk just fine, thank you," protested Adelle, shooting a none-too-friendly glare in Britta's direction, albeit one aimed not at the girl herself but the suggestion as a whole. She had been shot in the abdomen before and remained on foot, perfectly fine to walk and in heels nonetheless. Perhaps it was mere stubbornness, but she would have to be in far worse shape to even considering allowing herself to be carried. Being the only one among them to get hit had bruised her ego enough already.

[weary-head.livejournal.com]

"Just roll," said Dean, too short and too rough, but with his eyes blazing into the darkness beyond their shelter, he couldn't keep the desperation from his voice. Adele was bleeding and in pain, and in spite of all his training to do better than a hunter's patch up job, he still couldn't help her, not without proper lighting and a table.

"Goddammit," he muttered. "I think we're better off guarding the perimeter," he told Trixa. "If we finish the game, he goes away." And then no one had to shoot his father.

[fakejaded.livejournal.com]

"Okay, I'm doing it," Britta announced. If Adelle was going to be alright and the others had a plan, there was no point in holding them up any further, though she dreaded finding out what would happen next. Closing her eyes, shoulders set back, she nodded once and shook them, letting the dice clatter to the board. Huffing out a breath, cheeked puffed out, she leaned in to read the message within the swirling smoke.

"In the jungle you must wait until the dice read five or eight," she said. "What does that even —" Before she could finish her question, she was gone.

[tricksthetreat.livejournal.com]

Trixa fixed Dean with a glare. She got it, really, she did. It was the Dean's father, he didn't want to fight his old man, but sitting still wasn't in Trixa's vocabulary. "Watching the perimeter means we're still letting him come here - We need time, we need to lead him - SHIT! What the hell was that?"

To be honest, seeing Britta just... disappear made a chill go down Trixa's spine. That? Was probably not a good sign. Which meant things were getting worse, not better.

"Screw this. Winchester, I'm going, you in or out?" She needed to do something, not just sit here and wait for something else bad to happen.

[pylean-cow.livejournal.com]

Watching Britta disappear definitely wasn't something Fred thought she'd see, even after they realized the board game was evil and could make monkeys and people's homicidal fathers appear out of nowhere. Her eyes are wide, expression a little more frantic than it'd been before.

"But what about Britta? What jungle?" Fred asks, because the very last thing she wants is to roll her own turn and disappear to some other dimension or jungle or wherever.

[a-royal-bastard.livejournal.com]

Alistair had been as startled as everyone else was when Britta disappeared. That this board had that kind of power - power he was sure he'd never even seen an abomination pull off - was more than unsettling. What was worse was the sudden declaration that people were leaving.

"Didn't you read what it said?" he protested - especially to Dean, who was part of the game - because he certainly was not going to leave the woman behind to die. Besides, he knew any attempt to not play would likely just result in them not getting anywhere. "You'll be sentencing her to a jungle that likely has all sorts of unfriendly things in it if you leave now. Someone needs to roll a five or eight - the sooner, the better, is my guess."

[coercive.livejournal.com]

It was difficult to harbor any sense of relief at being excluded from those playing the game when it was quite evident that harm's way had not limited itself merely to those rolling the dice. Why they were still arguing about this, however, eluded Adelle, and player or not, she had no intention of keeping her thoughts herself. No one else had, thus far, and she had the advantage of being right.

"In the time it's taken you all to weigh the odds, we could have rolled eight fives and five eights," she remarked shortly after Alistair had finished.

[weary-head.livejournal.com]

"Then roll," Dean repeated, one foot already out of the cave. "Please." They needed to get Britta back from wherever she'd been sent, and to beat the game before Dean was forced to shoot his father.

"C'mon," he said, brushing Trixa's shoulder on his way out.

[tricksthetreat.livejournal.com]

"We'll be back before it's his turn."

Trixa called the reassurance back over her shoulder as she turned to follow Dean, gun in hand and pointed down and away from him. This would be tricky, but hopefully the two of them could draw the hunter away.

"We need to set a trap."