gather round you friends of mine

[venatical]

Who: Dean, Clint, and the scouting club.
When: Daybreak on Day 79.
Where: The woods.
What: The scouting team was informed of the fact-finding mission set for Day 79, looking for anything strange after the Doctor's plot but also just feeling out the woods in general and getting a lay of the land. This is when they meet up yay! Here's some info on what you can expect to find.

Everyone who meets up by the woods gets split up into teams of two people -- everyone, because Dean and Clint don't allow for any pussyfooting or hemming and hawing about joining up. You're there or you're not, and you have some sort of weapon with you too. Preferably not a super shitty one, okay. If you don't have one or if you had one that was moronic and/or useless, you have a badass looking kitchen knife now. Congrats.

The goal is for everyone to take a different path through the woods, but don't get out of shouting range of the team next to you. If you need help, call for it. This is a fact finding mission, so there's no need for heroics or too much stupid shit.

Take care of each other. Be smart. Be alert.

Comments

for Fun Ghoul

[venatical]

Dean's still reeling from the whole going-home, coming-back thing, so he was kind of glad when he checked his messages and saw the notice about the scouting club going out today. He needs to get in touch with Jo and Ellen and Kenzi, and anyone else who might've noticed he was gone, but he spent most of yesterday getting his memories back and readjusting. He can go out and tempt fate with these people now, and let them know he's okay after. He can't help that he had responsibilities, right? And he's totally not taking the Sam way out. He just got busy! Whatever.

He heads out with the guy whose name sounds like something Dean would've hunted.

"You do this kind of thing before?"

Brigid and Erik

[bostonhowler]

The man she's been assigned to explore with smells like metal. She isn't even sure how. The kitchen knives explain some of it, but the rest of it is more like an aura surrounding him. Like... like... ozone before a storm? That's as close as she can come to it. It's an odd sensation to have shoved up her nostrils so forcefully.

Brigid fiddles with the edge of her t-shirt, following him into the woods. The smell of burnt plants still lingers in the air. It won't go away until there's a good hard rain to wash clean the air.

"The game isn't going to come back for a while." She knows that. She can smell the burned animals that got caught. Her eyes trace the trails that she can still see amongst the foliage that is intact. The chittering of the birds overhead comforts her.

She isn't carrying a kitchen knife. She's uncomfortable with them and pretty sure it's more deadly to her than any opponent she comes across.

For River

[foundacause]

Meg is still pretty beat up from her encounter with Crowley back home. Her wounds aren't healing as fast as she would like and skipping off into the woods with a stranger is probably a pretty stupid thing to do. But on the other hand, her life is a ticking time bomb. Who knows how long it'll be before the powers that be send her home again, and she knows all that's waiting for her back home is death. Might as well make the most of the time she's got left.

She slips her angel blade into the back of her jeans. She's a little more wary of it now she's been on the receiving end of one, but it's still a powerful weapon to have, especially since her own powers aren't operating at full capacity.

"How did I get roped into babysitting duty?"

For Jo (and Erik at some point?)

[persolvo]

Booker isn't a huge fan of teaming up, but it probably serves him right for trying to follow along unnoticed. There's a good handful of people here, at least, and honestly, his desire to see what the hell's in those woods that could possibly have everyone around here scared is just a touch stronger than his distaste for the term 'club'.

So the leader pairs him up with a little blonde thing and they're all sent on their way. Booker, of course, has nothing against her, as long as she can hold her own if things go awry. She looks tough, at least -- not that that's anything to go by, after seeing the Prophet's Little Lamb knock a few fellas around.

As they take their first steps into the woods, Booker's eyebrows raise, and he offers Jo his bandaged hand to shake. "Booker."

For Anna.

[greatatboats]

It's been nine days since Clint came back from his painful siesta. He's quickly learning that this crap isn't going to be easy. He's going to need to function around people and know them. Dean and him were in charge of scouting so this was a good way to go about things. They were also going to have to assess the damage done by the the Doctor and his gadget. Clint was really happy he was laid up in bed for that little escape attempt. It seems that it caused quite a bit of ruckus for everyone involved.

When they split up they didn't hesitate to assign partners. This isn't something they can just half ass and pretend like it's dodge ball team picking. They need to be precise and have their shit together. Clint took charge of having Anna with him, but that was mainly because he just didn't trust her. The incident with the attic and the arrows had long since passed, but she didn't seem like someone he could trust. Whatever she was covering up from everyone else wasn't a good thing.

"Come on, red. Let's figure out what's been fucked up?" He's already moving forward. He's pretty sure that Anna can keep up with him. He doesn't really have time to coddle anyone. He's slipped his bow around his body and his quiver full of arrows is on his back. He's ready.