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The sand was kind of annoying. Travis was doing his very best to shrug it off. He was here to DO STUFF and he wasn't going to let a little bit of sand stop him.

The thing that might stop him was the fact that he had no idea at all what he was looking for. What did signs of missing people even look like?

Was he looking for tracks? Blood? Arrows drawn in sand?

None of those would last in this weather.

"Oh, right." Radulfr clearly knew more about these things than Travis did.

He shuffled around in the sand, looking for anything that didn't seem to match. He was on the verge of giving up when he stepped on something that wasn't sand. A cellphone? A very sad looking cellphone. Maybe this had been left by the missing hunters? He didnt' know who else might have been out here in this mess of a sandbox.

Travis turned it on. "Hey is works!" It didn't work well, however. There was a video that he couldn't' see, and words that made no sense. He listened to it three times before pocketing the phone. He'd have to see if he could find anything of more help.

Tempest wasn't being particularly stealthy, standing there wiping sand off her hands and onto her scythe-emblazoned coat. She didn't take kindly to being pulled away, wresting her arm back before she even saw who'd grabbed it.

She felt her breath catch in her throat for a moment. She hadn't expected to find him so soon - or rather, for him to find her first. "Hi, Gale."

{ Familiar face? How unusual. }

"Archaeology," she responded quickly and sarcastically, kicking the skull away. She gestured to her standard-issue uniform with one hand, the other very firmly attached to her shiny new magic sword. "I'm a Hunter, Gale. I'm hunting. Someone named Dwight, I suppose. I don't know, ask that guy playing Pokemon into all of our headsets."

In one swift motion she reached into the box at Gale's side and claimed a package of goggles for herself. "How about you, though? Not looking as dead as I expected you to be."

Not yet, anyway.

"A what?" Mark asked in response to Melody, as a particularly loud blast of wind hit the headset. "Oh, Fight Club, the movie. It's a movie with Brad Pitt and he's really good, and how have you not watched it?" Mark then began to quote lines from this movie for the next five minutes to anyone else listening.

"Long enough for them to miss all my rp tags," Mark answered, as if this was the most important thing that could have happened to indicate any period of absence, "We even were going to have a meta going on and all."

Terry was about to answer regarding knowing the big man when the mission was apparently underway. He wordlessly followed to retrieve a headset and help in searching. Even if he wasn't at all aware of who these hunters were and who this Mr. or Ms. Wight was and what they looked like. The Sahara heat was intense to say the least and he understood why they would have thought to bring water.

He was just glad that Melody hadn't gone and abandoned him. Not that he could blame her had she made what was the obvious correct decision. Agata chided him for his negative thinking, then added he could have done far worse. Such as accidentally shoving her whole hand into his mouth.

Which prompted Terry to ignore his weapon while he searched. Melody seemed to have found something of interest, and in Terry's case so did he. Although it was less interesting for the mission objective as the mission search itself.

"Melody, I believe goggles might prove to be useful in the desert." And he supposed the others nearby could make use of them as well.

After her infirmary stay, Joy was looking forward to being allowed to move about again. And it figured that she would end up in one of the dryest places in the world. She couldn't help but grin at it. Oh well, at least she would be able to stay hydrated. The laptop she dug up didn't seem important though...

In her search, she did manage to find some familiar faces and who could blame her for gravitating towards them?

"Hey, Shu, find anything about Dwight?" Joy didn't know him per se, just what she'd seen on twitter but one of their own was missing. That was reason enough for her to care.

Between the two of them, it had taken little time for Mimsy and Caroline to figure out what the mission was about. This primarily consisted of an exceedingly one-sided text exchange, as it often did, but they could agree that the probability was obviously high that this had something to do with Mark rescuing Dwight in the Sahara.

For Mimsy, this had presented the exact sort of conundrum between information and intuition in which people often advised one to 'follow their conscience' to determine the answer - and in her case, that conscience was Dwight. This was substantially more literal than the saying probably intended, but she assumed that the result was meaningful all the same, and resolved that accompanying Mark on what may or may not have been a rescue mission was the right thing to do.

Caroline, meanwhile, had decided to go on the mission as soon as she'd received the text, and had already prepared her supplies and changed into 'Sahara-ready' attire, which looked more like a mix between the wardrobes of Star Wars and Fury Road, by the time it took Mimsy to make one single decision.

Though they arrived together and stood near each other, they could not have looked any more dissimilar - one wore lighter, neutral colors, and the other was dressed almost entirely in black; one gave a warm and welcoming smile to anyone who looked in her direction, and the other expertly ignored the presence of any others in attendance; one listened to their instructions respectfully and quietly, while the other fidgeted and texted. By the time they began to file towards the portal with everyone else, Mimsy was already annoyed that her value of impeccable behavior was not being shared. This went over her mother's head, who was already in the process of making it worse.

"I don't think you're ready for the roleplay where I call you 'sir', but hey, we'll give it a shot," Caroline called to Mark as she passed by, paired (naturally) with a finger-gun point and a wink.

Mimsy looked like she would have been fine with accepting death at that moment. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath before silently retrieving her headset, refusing to look Mark in the eye. She'd already come to a conclusion about him and her mother, which had been the wrong conclusion unbeknownst to her, but she had no interest in revisiting it to determine its validity.

"I am going to find my brother," Mimsy irritably muttered to her, adjusting her glasses before she stepped through the portal. Caroline wasn't really sure why that was suddenly relevant - Lucky could probably find them on his own - so she simply shrugged and followed her through shortly thereafter.