[There's no denying that it's a rough jump for everyone involved. There's a different feeling this time around than there had been last time, and even though Dean's starting to get used to it, there's a churning sensation in his gut that hasn't dissipated since he woke up. Other people can feel it too, he knows because he could see that look on their faces as they slipped from their wombs. He's seen that look on a thousand civilian faces when things are about to go bad, that dread that pulses in their core, pulling at something primal and instinctual inside them.
He doesn't like it.
There is a speck of good news amidst that feeling, though; when he had the presence of mind to circle around to Blake's pod, it was already empty. He doesn't exactly go looking for the other man in the showers, he's got a firm sense of shower conduct that he tries his damnedest not to break, but as soon as he's dressed and geared up, he goes looking. He finds the man a solid twenty minutes later after most of the population already cleared out, standing there alive and in the flesh in the back of the locker room in front of a mirror, fingers wrapped around a watch.]
Blake!
[He calls, frustration and relief in equal measure in his voice. He doesn't get a response, though, and neither does the second one. By the time he makes it across the room there's a frown on his lips, and a hand claps down gently onto the other man's shoulder.]
Hey, Earth to Rocket Man, did you seriously not check your phone yet?
lockers;
He doesn't like it.
There is a speck of good news amidst that feeling, though; when he had the presence of mind to circle around to Blake's pod, it was already empty. He doesn't exactly go looking for the other man in the showers, he's got a firm sense of shower conduct that he tries his damnedest not to break, but as soon as he's dressed and geared up, he goes looking. He finds the man a solid twenty minutes later after most of the population already cleared out, standing there alive and in the flesh in the back of the locker room in front of a mirror, fingers wrapped around a watch.]
Blake!
[He calls, frustration and relief in equal measure in his voice. He doesn't get a response, though, and neither does the second one. By the time he makes it across the room there's a frown on his lips, and a hand claps down gently onto the other man's shoulder.]
Hey, Earth to Rocket Man, did you seriously not check your phone yet?