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[Dinoplot - Day 2]

Without a doubt, the last 24 hours have been the most miserable of Pepper's life. To think, she'd believed that time she had been trapped in an elevator with Tony, a Vegas showgirl and a chihuahua had been bad. Right now, she'd give anything to be back in that metal box with Amber and Mr. Winky.

The dinosaur that had initiated their group into this mess had eventually gone away, although the four of them had remained treed for at least another hour before daring to climb down. Determining which way to walk had been an impossibility, the sun all but completely obscured by thick, ugly cloud cover as the rain continued. It seemed hours they'd trudged along at a snail's pace, trying to keep the baby quiet and jumping at every errant twig snap, and Pepper can't say for sure they weren't just walking in circles.

The night they spent in another tree, and Pepper had assigned rotating watch duty, although the only one of them who got any real sleep at all was the toddler. They've been hiking through mud and rain since this morning, Cooper, Rachel and herself taking turns carrying the little one. Pepper's beginning to think this may be Hell.

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So, Rachel hasn't dropped this kid yet, which is good. It's also impressive because she's beyond wet and she's cold and her favorite costume is completely ruined. Also, and she hates to admit it, Cooper and this Pepper chick are way more useful than she is. Not that she's surprised. Rachel's a survivor, but surviving and actually getting home are two different things.

She's pretty sure they're getting somewhere, but that somewhere is looking just as shitty and full of monsters. She hikes the kid up again as he slips down and keeps trudging.

Climbing a tree in the rain to escape a monster had been something like an Adventure, but small boys who have not even had breakfast do not have the patience for much Adventuring, especially when that adventuring is in the rain. He had long ago tired of playing with the see-quins, and had even taken a nap, something he normally hated to do. All that was left was to hold on tightly to Wolf and Blanket--by now quite soggy--and to whoever was taking a turn at carrying him.

This whole situation is completely and utterly fucked. Trudging through the jungle in sodden sneakers, pretty sure he's about to get his ass eaten, too scared and too cold to even come on to anyone and desperately trying to be useful.

"Here," he says, pausing long enough to turn to Rachel. "I can take him again."

They should have already reached something—The beach, the settlement, the end of the damned island—long ago, but Pepper has repeated the fact that the island is only ten miles wide enough times that she's starting to annoy herself. Maybe they're not on the island at all.

The good news is they haven't seen a dinosaur since last night. Trying to cling to some optimism, Pepper hopes that means they're headed in the right direction, but there's still no telling. What she knows for certain right now is that they can't continue on this way for much longer.

"We need to find some food," she advises, a drowned rat in dirty, ripped businesswear. "Berries or coconut or anything." Even if they could hunt, there would be no method for cooking any of it, so they'll have to make do with what they can find.

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Rachel hands over the kid again, shooting Cooper as grateful a smile as she can muster in her current state. "Does anyone know anything about what's poisonous? I mean, I hate to say it, but I just pretty much show up and eat whatever's there. I've never seen them collect it. But, shit...mangoes are just mangoes, right? We could find those."

Rachel's pretty much betting on Cooper climbing the mango tree.

"Eat?" Rickon asked hopefully, as he was passed from one person to the other. He could not ever remember being this hungry in his very short life, and being so hungry can try the patience of even the best behaved little boy--which Rickon was not. "Wickon hungwy."

Shifting Rickon's weight in his arms, Cooper looks between the two women, following the conversation. He rubs his hand agaisnt the little guy's back, glancing down at him.

"We'll find you something to eat, little dude," he promises, so long as they can keep from beinig eaten themselves. Just because they haven't seen dinosaur in a while doesn't mean they're out there.

"Yeah, there's got to be mangoes or something," he says, squinting up into the trees. "We;ve got to eat if we're gonna end up spending another night in a tree."

"Are those bananas?" Pepper asks, suddenly excited despite how far out of reach the bunch appears to be. Barefoot since scaling the first tree yesterday, she splashes through puddles and mud to the slender trunk of a banana tree and peers at the fruit, rapidly blinking away rainwater.

Jerking a look over one shoulder, she glances from Rachel to Cooper and back again. "Are either of you good at climbing?"

That banana tree doesn't really look like it has a lot of branches. That looks like a shimmying job. Shit. But she really does want some food.

She raises an eyebrow and looks over at Cooper and the baby. "I can climb pretty well," she admits, grudgingly. She'll have to lose the boots and shimmy up like a damn monkey, but it's do-able.

The word banana was a familiar one, and Rickon's temper improved somewhat at the idea he might have one soon. "Nana, nana, nana, nana," he said in a babyish singsong voice.

"Banana sounds good, huh?" asks Cooper, managing a half smile as he looks down at the baby, damp and miserable as he is. He bounces Rickon a little bit and gives Rachel an amused look.

"I mean, all that time on a pole's got to be good for something, right?"
He almost feels like himself.

Ignoring Cooper's crass commentary, Pepper motions Rachel over. "I can give you a boost up," she explains, and pushes both hands through her hair to slick it back from her face. At this point, she feels like she'll never be truly dry again, and can only imagine how awful she looks, skirt ripped up the seam from tree climbing, somehow still covered in mud despite the constant rain.

"Take your time and be careful," she gently reminds Rachel, and then laces her fingers together to form a step.

Rachel gives Pepper a nod of thanks, trying to keep the pissy muttering to a minimum as she kicks off her boots. Now she has to do it, since the kid thinks he's getting fed and all.

"Man," she sighs, putting stepping into the hold and hoisting herself up. "This is going to be epic chaffing."

"Nana," Rickon sang, bouncing up and down in the man's arms. As young as Rickon was, he was old enough to understand where the bananas come from, and now that the lady in the see-quins was going to climb the tree, it seemed he might get to eat one soon.

"Nana," repeats Cooper, in a sing-song sort of voice, head tipped back to watch as Rachel climbs. There's some stupid masculine part of him that feels like he ought to be the one doing th climbing or, at least, the boosting, but Cooper is also smart enough to know that, right then, he's the one who ought to be holding the baby.

"It's going to be alright, right?" he asks Pepper, finally. Another thing he's smart enough to hav noticed: there's only one person who's actually in charge here.

Right then, Cooper feels every inch as young as he really is.

For one brief, wavering moment, Pepper hesitates, staring through the rain at bedraggled boy and baby, but she might as well simply be pondering how best to phrase her reply given how completely she keeps her doubt tamped down and hidden away. "Of course," she finally replies, firm enough to leave little room for argument. "If it weren't for the rain, we would have been back yesterday. We just have to do the best we can and eventually we'll pick the right direction."

Tipping her head back, she calls up into the tree. "Doing okay there, Rachel?"

No, Rachel is not okay in the sense that her inner thighs are all chaffed and not even in a fun way and apparently it's possible to get tree burn on your boobs. She manages a tight, "Fine," however as she's pretty sure that's not what Pepper meant.

Just a few more inches and there. Her hand starts tugging and who the hell would have thought that skill would come in handy as she sends a bundle (a bunch?) of bananas crashing down.

Rickon clapped his hands with glee, nearly dropping Wolf and Blanket, but not quite; he had managed, in the way that small boys do, to wedge his treasures between his arm and his body close to the man holding him, so even wet and soggy they did not fall. "Nana!" he shouted happily. Normally Rickon did not like to eat his fruits and vegetables and shouted no when Mother made him eat them, but he was hungry enough that if someone had given him a whole plate of vegetables he would have eaten them up without complaint.

He's got a soggy soft-toy shoved in against his ribs, and a squirming kid all but tumbling out of his arms, but Cooper holds on grimly as he moves, squatting down and starting to separate fruit from the bunch with his free hand. He's going to fucking useful here somehow.

Jenny would be proud.

"Shit," he says, realising that he doesn't quite have enough hands for this. "Can you peel one for him, Pepper? Please."

"Put him down," Pepper advises, moving to reach up the trunk of the tree to help Rachel avoid breaking her neck on the way down its skinny length. "It's not as if he can get any wetter- Rachel, just take it slow, you're almost there."

Rachel's still muttering at the tree, a few obscenities slipping out as she scrapes up her legs. She feels a hand steadying her legs before finally dropping down to the wet ground. "Thanks," she huffs, breath heaving a little as she struggles back into her boots. "God, let's just...there's a little more canopy over there. Let's just stop and eat for a second?"

"Eat," Rickon agreed, wriggling to be put down. It would not make him any more wet, and he was tired of being carried. "Eat nanas."

Cooper puts Rickon down smoothly and bends to pick up a banana for him, peeling it and offering it before he bends down to retrieve a few more.

"C'mon, buddy," he says, free hand grazing the top of the little boy's head. "Come sit down over here and eat it."

Half-ripe and coated with rainwater, this is the best banana Pepper has eaten in her entire life. She sinks down onto one of the less muddy patches and closes her eyes as she chews, having not realized how famished she was until she got a little something to eat. It's amazing how much the human body can endure when it has to, she thinks, and not for the first time she thinks of Tony, out there alone in the desert. This situation is far from pleasant, but it could be so much worse.

"Thank you, Rachel," she remembers to say as she reaches for her second banana, and almost immediately wishes she'd knocked on wood when she'd considered things being worse—There's a head, small and vaguely birdlike, peering out from the bushes beside them. It might seem innocuous were it not for the rows of sharp teeth.

"Cooper," she says as calmly as she can manage, gone utterly still. "Pick up the baby."

The banana goes down fast, but even Rachel's too tired to come up with a good pun about that. She'd been seated with her head leaning against the tree when Pepper's tone cut through the fog of sleepiness. Her eyes pop open to see a tiny little head and register a chattering noise. It takes everything she has not to freak out and make a sudden movement. "Give the kid to me," she says in a low voice. "Cooper's going to be better at fighting it off, needs both hands."

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