°The Air Is Oppressive Here, The Colors Muted To The Point Where One Could Barely Make Out What Had

*The stop talking and stare at him for a while, before sending him through a portal.*

°His eyes go wide and he curles up like a cannon ball as he falls, not knowing what else to do and terrified of what might be below°

*The chanting stops and the entire room seems to be looking at CJ. The smiling objects seemed to be talking to each other as Misfortune's head looked from left to right.*

°CJ continues to stare, he's not wavering now°

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Jims if you need something to record then get your asses to anon Schneep because the drama's getting real there

"Drama you say? Sounds promising."

°We will be there, thanks for the tip stranger°

Newwwwwww pride flags!!!!!!!! Happy to do more flags!

*Marvin shakes their little butt* mew *they pounce* mew

*NJ cracks a small, soft smile.*

*the kitten wiggled and purrs. he wonders if the man knows CJ and RJ*

*he adjusts himself into a more stable position and looks at what he had been typing. There were three things, actually, but the current one was an email. It looked harsh to him, and it had been. It looked more like an interrogation than a worried inquiry. His writing just tended to be like that though. He needed better words, gentler words.

*His brother had clearly been afraid- and the vague-ness had worried him further. All he knew was that one of the dumbasses had gotten hurt and that the other was being cryptic about it. By the time he actually got the right words, that got both his thoughts out and communicated them in a way that did not sound accusatory, he would already be in their house.*

¶...I worry about them, Kitten. I do. I hope that he's just riled up over nothing, you know?¶

"Well, welcome Mike!"

°I hope you enjoy your time here.°

*There are sounds of coffee being poured from the kitchen.*

"Hiya!"

°Oh- hello there!°

*RJ waves with a hand not occupied by a book.*

"Hi!"

*NJ gives a wave from the kitchen.*

¶A.. camping trip.¶

"Yup! It's gonna be great, promise."

The Newscaster squinted slightly at the younger Jim. RJ either didn't notice or didn't care, because he was grabbing the last of the 'road trip snacks'. Apparently they were driving, not flying, out to a location neither of the twins would tell the elder. RJ assured him it wasn't a new place, and that there would be bathrooms and showers and it would all be fine; NJ is starting to regret saying that he would be fine with whatever the other two wanted to do.

Meanwhile, CJ was playing Tetris with what was already packed. Each little bit needed to be in the best possible spot, to maximize how much you could safely carry. That, and he specifically didn't want his cameras next to something that would jostle them too much.

Extra bags of chips in hand, RJ slid into the driver's seat, with CJ next to him. NJ tucked himself into the back, trying to figure out where exactly these two planned on taking all of them. And why keep it a secret?

°It is a surprise, Jim, so don't peak at the maps.°

¶...Alright then. As long as we aren't going to Florida I guess I don't have much to complain about. Just, did you two pack-¶

"Yeah we did- we packed all the important stuff and extras. And there's at least one nice outfit in there just in case you have a formal meeting with m- a bear, maybe a bear, in a suit, that sounds pretty funny actually-"

And thus kicked off a roadtrip filled with squinting, loud singing, gas station sandwiches, and any other matter of fun as the trio of Jims gets on the road seemingly without a hitch.

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