we're on the highway to

[chainrevolve]

WHO: The Black Order allies
WHERE: God, literally fucking everywhere.
WHEN: Whenever they get the call.
WHAT: A bunch of morons on their way to Kaisou.
WARNINGS: TBA

[A contingent of Black Order members see writing on the wall. And for their own respective reasons want to add to it. Just fill in the block letters spelling out "Rebellion" with their own names and their own contributions.

The Paranormal world will change, hopefully for the better.

They just, you know, have to get to the place it's all going down first!

((Make your own threads as planned, text other people who you know are in contact with one another even the ones also traveling, maybe even the ones in Kaisou if you wanna say who you're bringing around! This is entirely optional to chime into, it won't reflect the plot in any significant way. Call it a de-rust-er even.)) ]]

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plane gang!!!

[ferroso]

[Unlike a certain screaming metal chaos trap on its way up from Florida, some of us are too far away to simply drive up to Kaisou. Or take a bus.

And sometimes, you're not only overseas at the moment for whatever reason but also confident in your ability to bullshit that you have particular semi-urgent business at some non-Kaisou destination.

(The plan is a train ride to Kaisou afterward, it's fine.)

He and Cameron are on the plane now, and Renato is sighing deeply as he puts both of his phones on airplane mode and puts them away.]

[kamekiavellian]

[Quite content to savor the calm before the storm, Cameron's got his nose buried in some dry book of magical theory. That sigh is hard to miss, though, and he looks up from his reading to glance over at Renato.]

Penny for your thoughts?

[ferroso]

Eizen's luck has apparently struck again.

[That's all he needs to say, he feels like, as he pulls out a book of his own.]

And perhaps unsurprisingly, Acheron has not been in Vancouver.

[qilinzuo]

[ That's the thing about it, isn't it? The losers become mere shadows of the past, destined to be forgotten. Figuratively, literally, inevitably.

(And you know, Archeron's memory thing going on.)

Anyway, as for Childe, he's hoping his future holds a lot of challenges. It's the only way he can get stronger. He's willing to continue to do whatever he can to achieve that goal, no matter what wrongs he has to commit. ]

Here's to the future holding a bunch of excitement. I'm not one for the dull.

[ He's not smiling, but there is a sense of satisfaction in his words. ]

...It's about time I got a new favorite snack, so maybe I should consider myself lucky, and I always can show it to a few others back in Kaisou.

[ Teucer did have a bit of a sweet tooth... ]

[kamekiavellian]

Ah.

[Yeah, sounds about right. On both counts.]

Well, I'm sure they'll all make it, one way or another...

[Now, in one piece, he wouldn't place money on.]

[ferroso]

Whether that's in one piece remains to be seen.

[A beat.]

Especially where Orlando is concerned.

[kamekiavellian]

[Cameron can't help but chuckle a little when Renato echoes his own thoughts.]

Mm, quite the ragtag bunch we have.

[umbranwatch]

Why Grumpycat, darling, as delighted as I am to be asked a question by you, I’m afraid my group is quite smaller and coming in a separate vehicle. Ardbert and Raoul are my current company, and I do have to say that the rooftop of the truck is a rather lovely view.

[The ROOFTOP of the TRUCK, good god CEREZA PLEASE.]

[angeloftruth]

Who? I didn't see anyone else ask you a question.

[He will refuse to acknowledge that nickname.]

[umbranwatch]

[Cereza, of course, listens to this chatter between Ardbert and Raoul and can’t help but be so amused internally. If the interior of the truck were larger, she’d have a grand old time simply turning back into herself. Still, there are ways to make this fun without interrupting their drive too much.

Of course, she happily takes the fry from Ardbert when it’s handed to her, munching on it quickly and swallowing before letting out a "caw" at Raoul. The next moment she’s hopped over to the window across Raoul’s lap, and flown out.

??????????????

Though, both Ardbert and Raoul will hear a British voice respond as a result, before Cereza taps a heel lightly on the roof of the truck.]

I would say I'm not quite like other birds– but then again, I am a witch.

[She’s on top of the truck and seems just fine with it as it is. Cereza, please.]

[umbranwatch]

Oh? Goodness, not only are you acting as your usual self, Grumpycat, but now your eyesight seems to be getting worse. I’d suggest a pair of glasses to make it easier for you.

Pretend I have disguise icons, sob

[secretmakesawoman]

[With the obvious and oddly successful discontent in Kaisou, Sharon had similar ideas in swinging over to see what was up. A plane ride was a risk, but options are limited when traveling across the ocean quickly.]

[And of course, she had other measures in place to reduce that risk. Like identity theft! At the moment, she is disguised as an elderly lady 'reading' in a nearby seat.]

[She very much hadn't expected to end up on the same plane as other members.]

[After listening long enough to determine these two were part of that amusing group chat, she finally pips up in what sounds like a slightly quivering but friendly grandma voice.]

I say, has a friend of yours gotten lost?

[ferroso]

[To Cameron--] Quite. It's almost nostalgic in a few ways.

[Of course, then the nearby elderly lady speaks up. Renato's a little surprised, but, well, he's not about to be rude.

(He's glad he didn't bring up anything suspicious, at least.)]

Mm. Less a friend and more a coworker, but... something like that. Her sense of direction's never been the best, as long as I've known her.

[qilinzuo]

[ Famous last words, Randy~ ]

[kamekiavellian]

[Nostalgic indeed. Before he can voice that thought, though, their conversation is interrupted. Cameron gives another amused huff at Renato's response to the old lady before chiming in himself.]

My colleague may be understating matters somewhat, but that's the gist of it, yes.

[secretmakesawoman]

[Nothing suspicious to anyone who didn't know what to listen for. But don't worry~! They're all in the same boat (or rather plane) now!]

[Besides who would be worried about a little o' lady like her?]

[She nods amiably.]

Oh I see, I see. A work relation then. Traveling for business, are we?

Well, I hope she didn't miss the plane! That would be most dreadful. My nephew Jimmy had a terrible luck like that, always getting into trouble.

[ferroso]

Just so. Something urgent came up that required our attention immediately.

[Which is more or less the truth.]

Well, the problem isn't that she missed a plane, at least... Honestly, it might be for the better she's not flying at all. Terrible luck, though... [He looks over at Cameron, with an amused huff.] Hah, we sure know the type, don't we?

[kamekiavellian]

Kah ha hah! Don't we just?

[There's a certain level of misfortune inherent to the very premise of joining the Order, really.]

[secretmakesawoman]

[Technically the truth, her favorite kind]

Oh dear. I hope it's nothing too serious.

Ah, she's not traveling oversea then? That's good, that's good. Well I hope your coworker doesn't get too far off course!

[Sharon can think of quite a few examples as well. Those with particularly bad luck in the Order earn themselves a reputation.]

[And just being stuck in the Black Order in the first place is hardly a blessing either.]

Is that so? Well, as I often say- like finds like.

[That... might be an odd thing to say to a stranger. But grannie says it so cheerfully?]