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"Haven't we all though? Maybe I'm just a big whiner. I don't see the other Hunters complaining that their lives are flipped on their a** all the time."

She pursed her lips, remembering a few choice conversations. Jude, in particular, came to mind.

"That's a lie. They totally complain about it. Forget it, I'm in the right. We got a bad deal around here. Wish we could renegotiate the terms of our contract."

She tilted her head up, and looked at him just after he'd kissed her hair. In a moment of pensive silence, she just stared at his Horseman-version face for a minute, and took stock of the life that someone had conjured up for them here, in this fake world. For him, for her, for everyone.

"So." She drawled out, in that voice that clearly warned him she was about to tease him. One brow was arched in taunt. "You wanted me to play doctor, did you?"

"Yeah, guess he was." She sighed out, less teasing and a little too nostalgic for that particular trait in his horseman version. "And America, too. Guess you're her daddy here."

She paused.

"I really wish I hadn't just said that."

They needed a topic change. Quickly. "So I heard 24 hours. Did you hear that too? Because if that's all we got before we go back to our My Little Pony versions, I'm a little worried about our chances here."

"Both. We're not taking any chances, here." She stood up and started searching through the hoard of belongings of her horse-self. "We'll both write notes, make it short and sweet in case they don't have lot of time to read them, and we'll compare notes. Then we'll go do some recon and see if we can find anything suspicious that might be the cause of this."

She pulled open a drawer, where she knew paper and pencils were. Except they weren't pencils, they were snakes, and when she reached down to pick one up, it snapped at her finger and bit into the bandage. She waved her hand up in the air to try and shake it off.

"For ******** sake. This whole place is filled with creepy crawlies. I know this. I remember this. Horseman me is ******** gross."

She pulled open a cabinet, and found the plethora of clothes her other self had collected from the human world. She pulled out one in particular - a bright, ridiculously fluffy looking dress.

"Well, maybe she's not all that bad. Think there's any way I can bring this back to the real world with me when we figure things out?"

Maebe blinked her eyes hard, widening them to saucers as she digested what she'd just heard. Had Dawson just flirted? He'd flirted with her before, but so rarely, and never something as bold as that - that was more of a Bjorn thing to..

Oh.

She tried not to show the tiny bit of disappointment that crept into her when she realized their horseman selves still had a little bit of influence on them, and she took off her scarf. After all, she was completely wrapped in bandages. She wasn't actually naked in this form, was she? She didn't think she could be.

"Horsie gets what horsie wants." Maebe chuckled out, sliding the dress over her head. It was too frilly for her tastes, and not her favorite color scheme, but it was a great look in contrast to the bandages, and it covered more of her strange body than had been covered before. Both of these were definite plusses.

She twirled and twirled, her hair billowing with the same effect as the dress. It was.. cute. Almost sickeningly so, if she had to guess. "Well?" She asked, stopping her twirls to put her hands on her hips. "Am I sweet enough to eat?"

Maebe's head tilted all the way to the side as she eyed his body up and down. She was imagining him in this dress. And finding the image absolutely hilarious.

"Uh - yeah, actually I remember.. hold on. If I open this, moths are going to fly out. Be ready."

She wasn't kidding. When she opened a closet door, moths came out in a swarm, flying in circles around the ceiling of the room. She pulled out the boots, and then whistled up into the air. The moths bolted back into their little hideaway, and she closed the door behind them.

"Neat trick, right?" She preened, as she put the boots on. They were a little tight, and very uncomfortable, but they matched, and that is what mattered.

"I feel like Sailor Moon. Except I'm clearly not fighting evil by any time of day." She posed with the boots, briefly, and then held her leg up to him to take one off. They were too tight for her to get off on her own.

"Okay. I could sit here all day and play Barbie for you, I mean I honestly could and I'd ******** love it - but we've got work to do, sweetheart."

She offered him the pen and paper from before, and shook her head.

"We start with the letters. Because if that voice was wrong, and we don't have 24 hours after all, this is going to be all we've got."