[Well. In the midst of all the chaos of waking up in the scenario they've found themselves in... She might literally bump into him while trying to find a way out. Regardless, there's a moment of surprised silence before she's immediately glancing around to find somewhere private, gesturing for him to follow. Once they're both in the bathroom, she reaches over to lock the door.]
What the fuck is going on?
[She already knows he won't have the answer - it's not so much a question as a expression of anger at the circumstances.]
[The bathroom sure is a, uh, lovely place to have this conversation. He wrinkles his nose when he notices the lack of a shower, squinting as the light bulb flickers, and tries not to think of how gosh danged tiny the stall is. Don't mind him as he leans against the door once she's locked it.]
Kind of wondering that myself. [He's trying to play it cool, but... he still sounds tense. For obvious reasons.] I really didn't sign up for a road trip before Manhattan?
[A beat
and he pulls at his scrunchie, letting it snap against his wrist.]
Or, y'know, someone swapping out my clothes for bible camp chic.
Maybe we can form a line whenever we get the chance.
[It's a nice thought, even if it'll never happen. Most people wouldn't get to see her like this as she grips hard at her arms, furiously glaring down at the floor, taking a few moments to speak so she can eliminate the tremble in her voice.]
[Hah. Haha... This sucks. He stays quiet until she speaks, watching her, and then tentatively reaches over to put a hand on her wrist in an attempt to be comforting.]
... Same as before. We keep our cool, get organized, and find out what the hell they want from us. [Though the thought of getting kidnapped again, after everything that happened... It would be a lie to say his mind isn't going through a thousand different worst case scenarios right now.] We already did this song and dance once. I'm not gonna to sit on my thumbs waiting for whoever set this up to grace us with their presence.
[She doesn't want to push, but it's hard to imagine being fine given the situation, especially when considering the situation they thought they'd be encountering.]
Once we figure this out, I'll be fine. It's just - a lot, you know?
Hey, since when have you known me to say things I don't mean?
[Haha, anyway — moving on!]
... Yeah, I know. Round 2 isn't exactly what I was hoping after all that talk about the head honchos leaving us the fuck alone. [It's? More than just a little disappointing?] But we got through this together once, and we'll do it again. I'm not letting you, or Percy, quit on me until we get that grand tour.
[A glance at the toilet... I just realized we did not include a sink in here so they are literally squished between the door and the toilet. Unfortunate.]
Dunno, I'm starting to warm up to it. You don't think the smell of eau de toilette is charming?
Wow. Maybe when we all get home you'll start up your own perfume brand and become an entrepeneur.
[She probably can, but she would have to get uncomfortably close, so she just kind of looks at the available space and... clears her throat. And maybe flushes a little bit, don't worry about it, it's fine.]
Sorry, just, um... You know, nice thought, but tight spaces. Maybe you should just go out first?
Think it has a chance to sell? Shit, I gotta come up with a catchy jingle now.
[This is fine, though.
Jason blinks, like he doesn't quite realize why she's reluctant... and then he glances down and notices that, hm. She sure would have to get up in his space to make it to the door.
... Clearing his throat.]
Right. Great idea. Lemme just...
[Turns the doorknob so the door s l o w l y creaks open on its own, and then
[Rubbing the back of his neck now that they are free.]
No way we're all fitting inside the loo, though. Not unless we want to play body jenga, anyway. Think there's a chance we're making any pit stops soon?
God, I hope so. The town was shit, don't get me wrong, but at least we could walk around without having to avoid forty people crammed into a tiny space.
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w0, friday.
What the fuck is going on?
[She already knows he won't have the answer - it's not so much a question as a expression of anger at the circumstances.]
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Kind of wondering that myself. [He's trying to play it cool, but... he still sounds tense. For obvious reasons.] I really didn't sign up for a road trip before Manhattan?
[A beat
and he pulls at his scrunchie, letting it snap against his wrist.]
Or, y'know, someone swapping out my clothes for bible camp chic.
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[She hates it, thanks.]
We didn't do anything wrong, right? We got off at the stop he told us to. He never said there was anything against the rules about leaving together.
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[Guess who's still fucking pissed about the Damian and Percy thing? This dude is! He works his jaw, clenching and unclenching.]
If this is Hal's idea of a joke, I'm going to turn him into scrap metal.
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[It's a nice thought, even if it'll never happen. Most people wouldn't get to see her like this as she grips hard at her arms, furiously glaring down at the floor, taking a few moments to speak so she can eliminate the tremble in her voice.]
...What do we do now, anyways?
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[Hah. Haha... This sucks. He stays quiet until she speaks, watching her, and then tentatively reaches over to put a hand on her wrist in an attempt to be comforting.]
... Same as before. We keep our cool, get organized, and find out what the hell they want from us. [Though the thought of getting kidnapped again, after everything that happened... It would be a lie to say his mind isn't going through a thousand different worst case scenarios right now.] We already did this song and dance once. I'm not gonna to sit on my thumbs waiting for whoever set this up to grace us with their presence.
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[She shifts a little as his hand meets her wrist, slipping her hand into his without much thought.]
Right. Right, I know. I just... What if it's like the last time again?
[There's no point in engaging in what ifs, but it's hard not to go to what she considers the worst case scenario immediately.]
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Then we deal with that, too, one step at a time. We didn't crawl our way out of hell just to lose our shit because some sicko put us on a bus.
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[There is, at least, a little bit more certainty in her voice as she says it this time.]
Sorry, I know you must be freaked out, too. Are you going to be okay...?
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'Course I am. [Probably.] But what about you? Are you going to be okay?
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[She doesn't want to push, but it's hard to imagine being fine given the situation, especially when considering the situation they thought they'd be encountering.]
Once we figure this out, I'll be fine. It's just - a lot, you know?
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[Haha, anyway — moving on!]
... Yeah, I know. Round 2 isn't exactly what I was hoping after all that talk about the head honchos leaving us the fuck alone. [It's? More than just a little disappointing?] But we got through this together once, and we'll do it again. I'm not letting you, or Percy, quit on me until we get that grand tour.
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[It's weak, but the fact that she's attempting to joke at all at least means she's calming down. She sounds grateful apart from that, too.]
Sorry. You probably want to get out of the bathroom now, huh?
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[A glance at the toilet... I just realized we did not include a sink in here so they are literally squished between the door and the toilet. Unfortunate.]
Dunno, I'm starting to warm up to it. You don't think the smell of eau de toilette is charming?
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I think the chances of me gagging are rising exponentially by the minute, actually.
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Aw, c'mon. It goes perfectly with the gasoline stench and everyone's B.O. Someone should trademark this.
[It does not. Moving away from the door as much as he can, given how tiny the stall is, he reaches over to unlock it.]
After you?
[... Can Natalie even squeeze out like this, though?]
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[She probably can, but she would have to get uncomfortably close, so she just kind of looks at the available space and... clears her throat. And maybe flushes a little bit, don't worry about it, it's fine.]
Sorry, just, um... You know, nice thought, but tight spaces. Maybe you should just go out first?
[Nailed it.]
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[This is fine, though.
Jason blinks, like he doesn't quite realize why she's reluctant... and then he glances down and notices that, hm. She sure would have to get up in his space to make it to the door.
... Clearing his throat.]
Right. Great idea. Lemme just...
[Turns the doorknob so the door s l o w l y creaks open on its own, and then
just kind of
shimmies out?
They're doing great.]
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[She's coming out as soon as he does, before looking around and pausing.]
We should probably - talk to the others, right?
[Free her.]
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[Rubbing the back of his neck now that they are free.]
No way we're all fitting inside the loo, though. Not unless we want to play body jenga, anyway. Think there's a chance we're making any pit stops soon?
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[literally how]
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[pew pew]
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