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[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

Sam took great delight in frequently asking 'are we nearly there yet?' as they travelled. Then his attention was rather sharply drawn by all the snow and ice around San Francisco.

Then his attention was even more sharply drawn by the sudden storm that picked up, tossing them around. Their landing was ... rather rough. They hit a tree, among other things.

Twenty minutes later, Sam is shivering from the cold as he inspects the engine of the car.
"Why is everything so cold here?" It is, indeed, very cold. San Francisco appears to be not only utterly wrecked, but also entirely deserted and covered in snow (almost up to Sam's knees) and frost. After a moment's staring at the engine. "Guys, we're going to need a bunch of new parts for this thing."

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[will_scarlett]

Will has a jacket pulled close as he stares over Sam's shoulder,

"Oh blast, which ones?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate also had her jacket zipped up, and was hugging her arms to herself.

"Well, should be an auto parts place somewhere in this tundra, right?"

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"The thingy, the other thing, the really other thingy and that thingy there." Sam says, gesturing at each of the parts in turn. "And I hope so. Did anybody bring a map?"

[will_scarlett]

"Um nay, wouldna know 'ow to find a map for 'ere. Right so that one, that one, an those two, aye, maybe willna be too 'ard to find."

He comes over a bit closer to Kate,

"'rhaps should get ye 'nother jacket, Kate, that one doesna seem to be keepin' ye warm 'nough."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"...You don't know more about cars than that?!?" Kate stared at Sam.

She added, "Couldn't find any maps, and this would have been fine. Just forgot to check the forecast for the *ice age* out here," she snarked some, trying not to shiver.

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"I know how they work, why the kriff do I need to know the actual names of the parts?" Sam replies. "Besides, this isn't exactly a regular car anymore."

[will_scarlett]

"Well, we know what they look like so should be able to find 'em. 'rhaps just look for a place with cars in pieces in front o'it."

Will comes over and gently rubs her arms,

"Also, we'll get ye a warmer jacket, Kate."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"All right," She allowed, and glanced toward Will. Felt nice, and a few more tingles from it.

"Sure there's one in a store around here. Thank you, you didn't have to do that."

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"Okay, I guess we just start looking, then." Sam says, moving away from the car to head down the road."What do you think happened here? I would've thought that there'd be more people."

[will_scarlett]

He blushes a little at her thanks and gives her arms one more rub before listening to Sam,

"Na sure, if I was at 'ome would say someone's cast a spell to make it winter."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

"...Still could be if there's magic users around here. Seems too localized to be nuclear winter."

Kate glanced around, not liking the look of it, "And depending how suddenly this happened... we might not find a lot of people."

[broked-reality.livejournal.com]

"And what a momentous failure that would make this trip." Sam grumbles, before muttering something under his breath and puffing out a plume of glowing gold smoke. It twists, curls and gathers around him before fading. "'S better. Warmer. For me, at least."

[will_scarlett]

"Aye, well, we can look for people while we're searchin' for parts, each take a direction?"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

The said damsel in distress was pretty damn ticked about being a said damsel in distress. She's a superhero for crying out loud. Only they took away her remaining staves, and ordered her to put on some lacy, barely there dress. She didn't care how pretty it looked, or how soft, or how it almost seemed like snow.

Kate wanted to get the hell out of here, but so far it wasn't looking likely. Not with the shackle still looped on her wrist, and some kind of compulsion to stay and obey. Even as her determined mind continued to fight it. As long as she kept moving or thinking, her mind felt semi-free. The stiller she was, the more... the more she felt like accepting it.

[shatter-brought.livejournal.com]

Faeries of all shapes and sizes moved around her, poking and laughing, saying how lovely she was while the Queen smiled down at them.

In time she walked forward across the throne room set up in the mess hall of Alcatraz, a place of ice and snow and ran a hand along Kate's face,

"Oh you are so beauitful, my dear child, we shall have to tame you though. Unknot this thread for me until you listen."

Two little hobs come forward carrying a basket the size of one of them full to the brim of thread in colors that seem plucked from the Winter sky.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Briefly her eyes dulled a little at the contact, the compulsion tightening as her expression was briefly adoring. But then her blue eyes sharpened again, almost a glow to them. She wanted to spit on her, bite, punch, SOMETHING.

"I wo.... Yes, my lady," she finally replied stiffly. Can't even speak counter to her, but she grabbed the basket from the hobgoblins with some force.

[shatter-brought.livejournal.com]

They giggled and danced away from her saying,

"You will learn. All do bow before our Queen."

The Queen briefly clutched her head in pain as she returned to her throne, dangerous anger sparking in her eyes,

"Someone has hurt my Huntress! Find that boy and kill him and the Man in Green who rides beside him!"

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Like hell she would. The only bow was the one she would be holding before aiming an arrow at this witch.

She then turned her head at that declaration. Her heart was suddenly in her throat for a split second, realizing who that had to mean. Man in Green had to be...

"Will!" and Sam. No, no, not going to happen. Now her blue eyes were glowing.

"Don't you dare touch them!" And she quickly tried to grab something to throw expertly at one of the hobs.

[shatter-brought.livejournal.com]

The little hob is barely able to tuck at the icicle thrown its way and the Queen in her anger sweeps down again to slap Kate,

"You know them? You will tell me, my little prize. There is power in them, perhaps I should let them live so they become mine. Though the Man in Green will not bow, he's watched over."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate staggered back, even as she tried to block it. The shackle felt heavy, too heavy for her to punch though. She blinked, but stayed silent.

It took some effort for her to shake her head. She wondered what she meant by Will being watched over though.

[shatter-brought.livejournal.com]

When she didn't answer the Queen glared at her again,

"You will not defy me again, my prize. Complete your task and the Hunt will ride after them, then we shall see."

Then she turns and leaves, the majority of the Court following her except for men of Ice who watch from columns and little hobs who dart about poking at the other chained humans.

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

She shook with anger at that. Hoping they get away. Just leave her here, she'll figure some way out. Kate didn't want them to risk their lives for her though.

Not when she might already be lost.

She tried to drop the basket, but couldn't, so she just carried it with her. Tempted to kick the damn hobs away.

"Stop it!" She then went over to some of the other humans. "You don't have to listen to her. Fight back."

[shatter-brought.livejournal.com]

Most of their eyes were almost glazed over and they stared at her.

One woman said quietly, "She feeds us and keeps us safe, safe here."

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Kate tried to reach for her shoulder, and fervently argued, "It's a prison. And you won't be safe forever here. She doesn't care about us. Look, there's a safe place and warmer, far from here. We can escape."

[shatter-brought.livejournal.com]

The woman trembled and looked around, "We're safe here, she loves us."