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[alls-fair-in.livejournal.com]

A black Ford F-350 pickup truck moves along a narrow unpaved road towards the Cooper Farm. The exterior is a mess of cracked glass, dents, bullet holes, scratched paintwork and mud spatter, but it seems to be running smoothly. In the back, a more pristine-looking motorbike is held in place by bungee cords and a large pile of duffel bags, gas cans and other outdoor survival gear. There's also a tool box behind the cab, containing a sizable arsenal of guns, explosives and ammunition, and one very hi-tech bow. It's clear that this vehicle has been on the road for quite some time.

Jamie's at the wheel, keeping a sedate speed and tapping along lazily to a Steve Miller Band song. Eleanor is dozing in the passenger seat, feet up on the dashboard.

Since their arrival and subsequent alien encounter in Nebraska eight months ago, the two of them have conducted a fairly thorough tour of the United States: northerly parts in the fall and warmer climes during the winter. In that time, Jamie has learnt how to drive automatics and stick shifts, and Eleanor has figured out what his 'episodes' are, and how best to control them. They've roughed it at times, at others they've taken advantage of civilian abandonment, and there've been plenty of monsters, fights and adventures along the way. It was only a few days ago that Jamie accidentally tuned in to Barbara's automated radio transmission and discovered the existence of the Kansas safe-zone. They decided to check it out.

The truck hits a deep pothole as it enters the main yard of the farm. Eleanor's head thumps against the side window, jarring her awake.

"...Ow," she mumbles, eyes still closed. "Nice road. Are we there yet?"


[OOC: Two pups, two muns. Tag either or both.]

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[land_lover]

Eyes on the windshield, Jamie pipes up just long enough to sing "I'm a grinner, I'm a lover and I'm a sinner" in a loud, smooth voice as he lets the truck roll to a stop and idle. He's of the opinion that 'The Joker' suits him. Eleanor's heard a lot of that song lately, though she's gotten quite good at distracting him long enough to grab her iPod back.

"We're somewhere," he answers, draping one arm over the steering wheel and turning his torso just enough to grin at her, apparently unconcerned with what they might find when they exit the truck.

[divisiblebynone.livejournal.com]

With the weather warming up (and possible disaster on the way), Clark is working on the farm. Which is why there's a man with a plow strapped to his shoulders making his way smoothly down the fields.

But seeing newcomers to the farm, Clark makes his way over with what he thinks is a reassuring smile. He's not very good at reassuring.

The fact that he's shirtless, and his chest is scarred with the 'Superman' S probably doesn't help much.

[hippos-purros.livejournal.com]

Should they happen to look over at their vehicles at some point after they arrive - not a long time, but not a short time either, but instead somewhere in between - they will notice a woman wearing dark red jodhpurs, a lighter leather jacket, and matching riding boots, kicking the tyres of the truck thoughtfully. For someone who seems to have been riding, at least judging by her attire, she looks remarkably un-ruffled - not one hair on her (red, what else?) head is out of place.