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Dakota covered his eyes from the sun and watched as Mark went through the air screaming.

Well.

At least the dude had pipes.

And wow Mark was dropping daggers like a pinata. FREE FOR ALL.

And then it was like one bite kill.

"Whoops." Okay Dakota felt a little bad now.

just a little.

"So........" He also got his division assistant staring at him with that look. "Sorry Charlotte, Sorry." What did she want him to do? Go get Mark? |:

"Ow!"
That hurt, Nevada, that hurt.
Jake pouted slightly as she greeted Sherry (he wasn't jealous, no) and only glared as she gave him a look. He would have said something too if someone had not randomly dropped out of the sky.

To Sherry's question, he crossed his arms, frowning.
"That's what happens when you CATAPULT someone."
Not judging, nope. So much judging.

... wait, what?
"HELL NO I'm not going back up there."
He already looked like he was going to run.

Chel didn't protest the arm around her waist, but her attentions were turned toward the new twosome that had joined them. It didn't stop her from whispering in Nevada's ear: "I think I'll save the kiss for later, if you don't mind darlin'."

She never broke eye contact with Sherry and Jake, and when she leaned away from Nevada it was as though the whisper had never taken place. "Nice to meet you too. Beautiful hair, dude," she complimented Jake. "Diggin' the checkerboard or whatever the ******** you call it." Unfortunately, Chel wasn't very good with words.

At Nevada's request for the twosome to kiss, Chel raised an eyebrow in interest but said nothing. Was Nevada playing cupid- or was she being their marriage counselor ...

As soon as he felt the sharp tug on the collar of his jacket, he knew he'd made a mistake. Song hissed.

He'd let his guard down.

Despite struggling like a cat being dragged to a bath, frantically pleading in broken English all the while, he really was no match for Mimsy's rage-strength. A double-trail of gouges in the dirt led from the back of the machine to the front where he'd tried to dig his heels in. It was way too late now, he knew, as he hung from the end of the contraption, the tips of his shoes several inches off the ground. The lack of a sufficient or meaningful response to Mimsy's safety training only served to reinforce the fact that they both knew it wasn't an accident.

It certainly didn't help that Robert had somehow caught on too.

"P-please, do not-" he began one more time, grimacing and clawing at straps that seemed to be designed never to come off.

That was exactly the point when Lucky's roommate-slash-assistant-death-division-leader went screaming past them all, through the air - and straight into the monster's open mouth.

He shifted around in the harness and and gave Mimsy a look that said you wouldn't.

And subsequently gave her a much more despondent look that instead said you would, wouldn't you.

Milo had no idea who that guy was that just went screaming into the air and then.... eaten.

o_________o

His lips pushed together and he glanced at the others who didn't seem to have much reaction besides annoyance and then gave Szczeosny an odd look. Why did he not want to go up? After getting over the initial launching sensation, it had turned out to be rather fun. (Besides, he had made Milo do it. Besides the whole.. divisions.. thing... apparently).

Not a planned distraction. She smiled at the girls again.

Then set about dragging Jake to some very nice cords, and set about strapping him in, or down, or whatever this was. He'd already done it once, so it had to be ok, right? Maybe? "You guys are pretty awesome for doing this," she believed every word she said. "It takes a certain kind of bravery to ride one of these things." She set the last strap then looked him in the face.

She wasn't mean enough to kiss him while strapping him down. That was a terrible use of distraction kisses. Or a really good one, depending on how you looked at it. She did give him a kiss for luck. Because Nevada was full of good advice. "You'll be fine."

Then she ran around and fiddled with the launching mechanism.

Jake would be airborn a moment later.

Jason had been hiding hanging around in the background when he saw Dakota launch Mark into the air, then watched as the death assistant promptly got eaten.

"......"

It kinda sucked, but then he might of been nursing a sore spot ever since the death and despair episode, so he got over it quickly.

He might of been laughing on the inside and praising the moon for his efforts silently as well.