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Unfortunately for them all, it was not just a prank. Barnaby wasn't going to open the door and yell "Gotcha!" any time soon so they could all run out and warm themselves up. As it stood, they were probably going to be stuck here for a while at best. The redhead could only hope that the phone didn't ring while they were gone. Larry wouldn't be impressed if he learned they'd missed out on business because of a stupid mistake.

The cell phone was definitely a good plan, and the teen allowed himself a small amount of hope. Of course, that disappeared pretty quickly when Grayson announced that he had no reception. So much for that idea then. Jude answered Grayson's questions as well, Barnaby adding his own nod to confirm what the bluenette was saying. They were pretty screwed. Damn.

"Guess so. How long do you think it'll take before we freeze?" Did the freezer have some sort of internal controls? Might as well start looking for that. It would give him something to do. The thought of having to stay here for an unknown period of time was making him antsy. As he peeked around ice-covered shelves for a dial of any kind he asked, "Anyone got anything to pass the time?"

Grayson turned to him like he could save the world by himself if given the chance, and some switch got pushed up to on. The light of Alpha Male Mode shone in his eyes now, caused by the silent call for guidance and not the one who issued it. Any Zodiac could look at him that way and he'd have done his best.

He wanted to be a leader.

He wanted to be the kind of person who could save the world.

He wasn't, though, and he was far more aware of that than his all too easily ignorable idealist pipe dreams about being a hero and being loved and adored. Save the world? Ha. He couldn't save Barren Pines, let alone anything larger.

But just maybe he could save a trio of morons stuck in a freezer.

"Alright, let's try that." The three of them gathered around the door and pushed, shoved, hit, rammed. Nothing worked. He almost cursed Larry for having such a safety hazard until he took into account the man had probably assumed them to be smarter than this. That was an unfortunate compliment.

Jude leaned against the icy wall unwisely and pondered the situation. The inevitable dark thoughts popped up like corn fields during a season of harvest. Should they freeze, they would be restored, he and Graves. Barnaby Price would not, and Jude would be trapped in this cycle. His heir would die.

--No, no. An innocent person would die. That was the number one priority and the number one problem.

...Wasn't it?

Did he want to be this aforementioned hero more than he wanted to pass his title along to someone else, or was it the other way around?

"We're not going to freeze to death. I'll get us out." Barnaby had to learn this eventually, so why not now? If it saved him from an avoidable demise there was no better time to have him see his future than the direct present. Jude had not forgotten his pen today, and he reached for it, half-mumbling the henshin.

There was the light show, and following the beckoning call of his "attack" name, the jungle.

Jude was a senshi and there was damn jungle around them.

What would Barnaby do now?

While Grayson was more than grateful that the chill of the freezer was replaced by the humid, heavy heat of the jungle, he nevertheless stared at Jude as though he'd suddenly grown a second head. In all the time he could recall, save for Barren Pines, Grayson had never revealed himself to be a senshi to anyone except for other members of the Zodiac Guard. To do so was suicide, in a sense; even if the person who found out didn't betray you deliberately, if the Negaverse knew that someone was privy to a senshi's civilian identity....

Well, torture was always an option.

Hell, his brother and his parents still had no idea that he was Sailor Leo. They never would, if he had his way about it. It would put them into unnecessary danger, and that wasn't something Grayson would tolerate.

So, he stared at Jude, mouth slightly agape. His hands dropped, and to the unknowing eye, he looked very much like the average Joe who had suddenly realized he was in the midst of a magical schoolboy. Except, his shock was for entirely different reasons.

He began to speak, then changed his mind, clamping his mouth shut and striding toward Barnaby. He couldn't do much about Jude outing himself, but...

"Is your head all right?" He lifted his hand, not waiting for an invitation to start shoving his hair around, looking for blood. "It doesn't look like you're bleeding."

Okay, so maybe an average Joe wouldn't be reacting so calmly to a jungle. There wasn't much he could do, though, except shoot Jude another incredulous look.

Really, Jude?

Barnaby was so busy staring at the change in scenery that he didn't even notice Grayson's approach until the other boy touched him. The redhead jumped for the second time in the span of several minutes, however looked slightly more relieved this time around. Getting checked over for injuries was definitely something he was used to dealing with, so the surprise was easier to get over.

"I'm okay, just a bonk on the head," he replied, gently brushing away the hands that were performing the check-up. There wasn't much time to say more, as a strangely dressed bluenette had marched over and pulled him up. Barnaby continued to goggle, now both at the jungle and Robin Hood, Men in Tights V.2. Where the hell had this guy come from? And how did he know his name? He cast Grayson a "am I totally losing it?" look over one shoulder, not sure how he was supposed to react. The other teen hadn't said anything like "Did I miss the memo about the Renaissance Fair being today?", which seemed to point to the fact that he had either a) been expecting something like this or b) seen it before. Of course there was always c) he was just going with the flow, but Barnaby wanted to at least pretend somebody knew what was going on.

Since there didn't seem much else to do, the redhead followed Mr. Leggings through the jungle and out into the… hallway? And then, all of a sudden, Mr. Leggings was no longer Mr. Leggings, he was Jude, and they were all standing together, out of the freezer. Maybe he had hit his head harder than he thought.

Barnaby gave a sort of nervous cough, breaking the Three Second Rule by staring at Jude in what he hoped was only a casually curious look instead of a "omg did I just walk in on you doing unspeakable things with my sister" stare.

"Well… that was uh… pretty whack."

Figured right then the phone would ring.

Thing is, they stood there in silence for a good four or five minutes. Jude didn't realize that, so to him it looked as though they'd stepped out of the jungle and right into the command of some bratty sounding girl who needed three large pizzas with extra cheese, mushrooms on one side, black olives on the other and they had better be kept separated unlike last time or else she'd call the manager.

Please.

Jude reminded himself as he was prone to doing no matter what this was a lady, and, ugh, a customer. So he answered the phone and followed protocol perfectly:

Greeting.

Punch in the order.

Confirm the order.

Estimate delivery time.

Thank them.

Hang up.

Recite the order and address like gospel to the guy who got stuck cooking, aka Barnaby. (How was he to know Grayson could cook them without being shown?)

"Get on it, Price. My gas is almost out so you'll have to go. We'll talk about this later. Just do your job for now." Truthfully it was almost out, but mostly he just didn't like the idea of leaving them alone together. Who knew what ideas Grayson could put in his head while he was gone.

Speaking of, he and Leo needed to discuss this while their co-worker was out.

Once Barnaby was off, Grayson leaned against the counter, stance very casual. He didn't know what kind of game Jude was playing, but he was interested in finding out, if only because it would help him understand his fellow Zodiac better. Hopefully, but he wouldn't go to the bank with the idea.

The door closed, and they were plunged into silence again. Grayson wasn't uneasy, but he was curious. How long had Jude known Barnaby? He clearly trusted him a great deal, something that a part of Gray would have resented if he hadn't carefully stomped that part of himself into submission some time ago. Clearly Barnaby was worthy of trust; this was based entirely on the fact that Jude had already given it to him, and had nothing to do with whether or not Barnaby was actually trustworthy.

"That was..." He trailed off, taking his lower lip into his mouth and chewing a moment, before lifting his shoulders in a shrug. "... interesting, Jude."

After a moment, almost as a grateful afterthought, he added, "Thank you."

It went from interesting to troubling in a matter of moments.

Grayson's brows drew together, his lips thinned marginally in an expression of suspicious consideration. The next in line for Sagittarius? He could remember, easily and clearly, the night Jude had shoved his henshin pen into Grayson's hand, had tried to rid himself of the gift and the burden. Was he still thinking along those lines?

Clearly, he was already out scouting for a replacement. Could they do that? Could they even do that? It seemed so wrong. Leo was as much a part of him as Grayson Graves was; in the end, it was his one soul, expressed in two separate but hauntingly similar forms. To say that Barnaby would be Sagittarius was like saying that Barnaby would inherit Jude's soul.

It was wrong. It made his skin crawl, a little. Barnaby had his own soul, and so did Jude. Barnaby wasn't Sagittarius, could never be Sagittarius. It was just... wrong.

His troubled thoughts showed in his eyes, the way his shoulders had suddenly tensed, his breathing had slowed. After that speech - after everything, Jude was going to stand there and say that he'd already picked his own replacement? Act as though he was someone that could simply be replaced by anyone he so chose, as though he weren't as vital and necessary to all of them as Princess Chronos herself?

It offended him.

"Really, Jude."

It wasn't a question. There was something like disappointment now, a whisper of it in the look in his eye, the dip of his voice.

He brought his shoulder in a little, upper body angling away just slightly. He gazed out the window. "Barnaby Price."