°Oh **** It Worked°

*RJ still looks a little tired, but he smiles back, looking a little better than before*

"Thanks- anything bright, and that can either be held or can be put into a wagon without needing to be hooked up to an outlet. We can trade you for it with some flashlights?"

°CJ pokes his head in too. We're making a moving light fortress thing, he signs to you.°

*RJ pokes his head in through the door.* "Hey, do you have any really bright lights?"

"... hey! Jim!!" *Wilfords face lights up* "I- yes. I'm sure I do. what kind do ya need, pal?"

Light spilled softly through the windows, illuminating the house. Books lay abandoned on the coffee table, a computer left opened showed a map of some sort of forest. The room was realatively quiet, but one could hear chatter coming from the kitchen.

RJ had woken up in the mood for cookies, fresh ones at that. With nothing to stop him or an excuse to not make them, he got to work. When NJ had made his way into the kitchen- only to find RJ semi-gently whacking a bag of almonds- his ¶You could have just cut them?¶ was dismissed with a "This is more fun and it still works."

Fair enough, the Newscaster guesses.

He offered to help once he had some coffee, and the two brothers were nearly finished when CJ rolled in, hair still messy but rather pleased. Apparently he'd found a good 'spot' and could sort out almost everything by the evening. NJ had no idea what the Cameraman meant, but the Reporter grinned with a "Thanks Jim!" and CJ joined the other two in rolling out the cookie balls.

The three discussed the usual smalltalk subjects, and although it still felt a little stiff at first, it eventually turned into something less bland, and a little more tension bled away into the rhythm of making cookies and a 'who would win' discussion.

And by 'discussion' it's:

¶Sharktopus is two aquatic animals in one. They would have an even larger advantage in the water, and on an even playing field where size is /not/ a factor, they would win.¶

"I see your point, but hear this- Godzilla is not losing to a science experiment."

°Two words Jim. Atomic Breath.°

*inhale*

AAAAAAAAAA

*They stare at the camera for a few seconds before slamming the door. The door bursts open again, this time a giant void colored cobra is the one that opened it.* Hҽʅʅσ. -⏳

*in a moment of almost cartoonish twin action, both of them each raised the same eyebrow at the sudden departure. Though the instant both of them registered that there's a /giant snake/ right in front of them-*

"Oh my god, you're talking. The snake can talk how is that possible-!? Can we interview you?? You're a talking snake how in heck-. Wait, are you a snake? A real snake? Like a shady lab experiment??"

°Or have all animals always been able to talk and it's like in Zookeeper-°

"Or are you something more mysterious? Wait, really important first question- are you going to eat us?"

°...A concern I'm also having now, no offense to you Serpent°

Reblog, click the picture, and prepare for battle.

*The twins have managed to find their way home after the tear, which thankfully hadn't drop them too far. The two sets of headphones are on the table, the open space that joined the dining, living, and kitchen rooms providing enough area for the two of them to mill about while still within sight.*

*CJ is uploading footage from his camera into the computer, a flashlight next to him. RJ was rummaging through the kitchen, occasionally producing a small flashlight from one drawer or another. He had five on the counter before he moved to the pantry. Despite the relatively normal looking scene, both are tense and tired, RJ's usual chatter doesn't flow and doesn't come as often. CJ hasn't moved from his spot in front of the computer, which isn't all that uncommon, but there's an emptiness to his routine now.*

Hey, it’s fine! You didn’t drag me into anything! -Neb

°Still, you be safe too, yeah?°

If ur arabic ur great If ur arabic and muslim ur great If ur arabic and queer ur great If ur arabic and muslim and queer ur great I know it seems hard to believe but you’re not bad you’re not awful

[takes some rocks from my pocket]

Hey kids, you want some…

…you want some…

Keep reading

*They walked through the portal with CJ.*

°He glanced around, blinking in the new space. It looked like... downtown? There's a tension in the air though, and the colors are muted, like the world is a bowstring strung tight through a camera filter. It's familiar, and not just because it looks like the streets he'd driven down with RJ a thousand times.°

°...°

°He starts walking forward°