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The steady rise of the intensity and frequency of the Fear spikes on the scanner was fascinating in an unsettling way. Jordan checked it again, noted uneasily that the numbers just kept rising. He tugged his scarf closer around his face and kept moving. Outside the camp, it was ******** COLD.

The endless white landscape was less monotonous than expected, but the knowledge of what waited under the thick layers of ice made it more sinister than interesting. Jordan glanced around at the group, spotted Ennèa hauling one of the sleds; he made his way over to give her a hand. "How're you holding up?" he asked quietly, giving her a quick, friendly smile.

Before took his supplies and went to check on FEAR readings.

He had no idea how long they'd been going for but he could only hope it wouldn't be too long till they arrived. The cold was pretty ******** horrible and reminded him unpleasantly of the north pole. He kept expecting to be attacked by yetis out of nowhere.

Checking his fear scanner he really wished he hadn't. It was ridiculously high on the scale. They were dealing with something the likes of which he doubted he'd ever seen, and if everything went to s**t, the likes of which he wouldn't ******** see again.

All he could do was walk and try not to keep thinking like a penguin.

“Just imagine it’s the hottest day of the summer. You know, like weather in the triple digits, and your A.C. is broken!” Molly wished she had some extra layers to hand over, but as it stood, she didn’t. Darn. She made a note to write down that the next time she knew she was coming to the Antarctic to pack more warm layers.

Oh. Ouch. Molly hesitated as the topic turned towards joking about dying, and underneath her scarf she bit her lip in worry at the thought. There was that moment of awkward silence, aside from the beeps of the FEAR scanners and their boots crunching through the snow. “…It’s true!” Molly recovered after a moment. “Then you’ll be encased in a block of ice and drift a float, and then be found by scientists and get into silly shenanigans once they’ve unthawed you. You know, like that one Scooby Doo episode.”

She looked over at him, and hummed for a moment. “Well, I got both of my feet still; I got my hands and my fingers.” She wiggled them at him. “I’m walking next to you, and we’re among everyone…Stressing about the future never does me any good, and I think it’s just to take things as they come. I have no reason not to be in a good mood!”

Clerise glanced at Madison, grinning, glad for the help.

"Thanks, chica!"

Then Dakota was coming at her, and she waved at Ryan as she was introduced to him.

"You need to show me how to stick thinks with the pointy end, doll," Clerise purred at him with a feral grin, winking as she pulled the sled along.

"Your weapon likes Days of Our Lives, huh? B0nez can't stand it. He thinks my love life is boring as s**t, keeps telling me to skip the cutscenes."

Harrison looked over at Marcus's scanner, which looked like it needed to be put out of its misery.

"I'll take that bet," Harrison said. If they all died, he wouldn't have to pay up. If they lived, Marcus owed him five bucks.

Rep was very much wrapped up in his own thoughts as he walked along, hardly even feeling the cold for whatever reason, simply focused on the task at hand and doing it right. He felt well rested and back on top form again after the rest at the camp and was running over what they could potentially face when Ofie knocked him out of his thoughts.

He gave her a sidelong look, made aware of the cold by the mention of it, realising his hands were getting pretty numb. "******** yeah, but what d'you expect? Its the Antarctic or whatever. Cold to the maximum." It'd been easier to stand as a penguin, even that water that would have killed him on the spot

"Its cool anyway, we'll all probably be dead in a bit anyway." Morbid, sure, but he was in a good mood, it was clear he wasn't that fussed.