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Roch almost jumped. He did choke on a laugh as Freya bellowed so loudly that his ears rang. Then he looked at her more closely, deliberately ignoring the boos as he headed over, crouching down next to her. "You look like hell," he told her. But the jerky was making him hungry.

He sat down and pulled open his bag, digging out his sandwiches and gulping them down. "We went down a slide," he said, between mouthfuls. "I landed here, no clue where the others landed. What happened to you guys?" he asked, more of Herryk than Freya, cuz... well, he had sensitive ears.

Freya craned her neck hard towards Roch, giving his sandwich the c**k-eye as he spoke to Herryk. She wiggled like a puppy in Herryk's arms, and then fell limp with her head lying on Herryk's arm, upside down.

"Mirrors, mirrors, mirrors and mirrors, but I looks like hell says Roch, so no mirrors for Freya please, just the bill. Maybes a mint."

She was speaking directly to his sandwich, staring at it with hungry eyes. She licked her lips and wiggled in Herryk's arms again.

Herryk cleared his throat.

"Herryk thinks Roch should be careful. Freya is not... feeling herself."

Boy, understatement of the year, that one.

Roch blinked, looking down at her blankly for a brief moment, then very stealthily zipping his bag closed and shoving it behind his back. Because if anyone could understand sandwich love, it was the guy who'd won the school eating comp.

"Ooooohkay," he said. "I can see that," he told Herryk. "She been like this since the last room?" He was SO glad he wasn't on their team.

He also really hoped that Xiu was safe, but NOT coming into the hub any time soon.

Freya almost bit Herryk's hand when he dared take the sandwich out of her hands, but as soon as he moved it she followed, shimmying and wiggling until she flipped over and snatched the sandwich from Herryk's hands. Once grabbed, she dropped back down into his lap - half of her. The top half.

Freya was bent over Herryk's knee. Oily bloomer butt was Roch's view. And somehow, Freya couldn't manage to give a damn - she was opening up the sandwich and eating it quickly before mean old Herryk could take it away again. ):

"We are comings for Barth." She said to the sandwich. Because it asked.

Almost successful in luring Freya back to his lap, Herryk grunted. Now was not the time to start thinking about sexandintimates, but... dat a**. No, no. Bad Herryk. BAD. Freya was badly hurt. Now was not the time.

With a grunt, Herryk shot Roch a glance. A glance that said do not even give one more single look at dat a** or else.

As if he didn't have a half-naked Freya in his lap, Herryk continued speaking.

"Yes, we are hoping to have a chance to find Barth." He glanced at Calder and Christof out of the corner of his eye.

Calder, who was laying further away on the ground and rolling the boo inside his bag back and forth, gave a low whine at the mention of his friend's name. Every time Herryk mentioned Barth was taken, thus reminding the kelpie, he felt the need to whine.


That was when the voice came.

Calder bolted upright, ears up and eyes red from crying open wide. "Barth?" He looked about, and soon was standing. clutching his saddle bag, and the boo with it, to his chest. "Did...Did you hear that?!!!" Calder asked - well, more like SHOUTED - as he looked about. He wanted to know he wasn't crazy. He wasn't crazy. Did someone hear that? It wasn't in his head, right?!!