"Not if we bag it, first!" Sadie says, looking forward to her first regicide of this trip (and fourth career regicide). Raising her voice, she calls, "Hellooooo, bedraggled young people! Never fear that tyrannosaur! The Doyles shall save you!" She punctuates that declaration by knocking back the remains of her drink and passing her glass back to her husband.
"Frank, be a dear and refill my glass?"
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"What…" Jodie gapes at the oncoming triceratops. There are definitely two people sitting on its back. One of them calls out, but she can't quite make out the words. The tone, however, sounds… confident. And something else -- annoyed? If she could see what the riders were carrying, she might more accurately judge it as 'drunkenly enthusiastic,' but as it is, she's convinced that they're in trouble. Dream notwithstanding, those people are literally riding around on a goddamn dinosaur as if they own the place.
Which makes her and Johnny trespassers.
Aiden steps forward, head lowered towards the threat. The T-rex's jaws open, and a low growl shakes the ground beneath her feet.
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"Frank, be a dear and refill my glass?"
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"What…" Jodie gapes at the oncoming triceratops. There are definitely two people sitting on its back. One of them calls out, but she can't quite make out the words. The tone, however, sounds… confident. And something else -- annoyed? If she could see what the riders were carrying, she might more accurately judge it as 'drunkenly enthusiastic,' but as it is, she's convinced that they're in trouble. Dream notwithstanding, those people are literally riding around on a goddamn dinosaur as if they own the place.
Which makes her and Johnny trespassers.
Aiden steps forward, head lowered towards the threat. The T-rex's jaws open, and a low growl shakes the ground beneath her feet.