strangetrip | Totally just a normal day and not Trial #2 (Tag Loki, Sam, Dyson, Regina, Molly)

Loki in the infirmary was a safe enough bet: he spent a significant part of most days there. Technically, his ‘community service’ had been over for quite some time, but the place was neither hugely offensive nor terribly busy. As secondary lairs went, it was decent, even if, as now, he occasionally had to under hid own mischief by re-rearranging the shelves.

She stopped when she saw her target and she leaned against the nearest desk. "You're so busy. Maybe I should come back later." She deadpanned, watching him do pretty much nothing.

“Oh, I am never busy here. If I wanted to be busy, I’d have to cause the wounds myself, or poison all the food.” He flashed a smile at Bo. She didn’t seem on edge, so this was a purely social visit, most likely. “Not that I haven’t considered both.”

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"Would you really want to have to deal with people's bodily fluids?" She paused. "Well, the not-funs anyways." She couldn't quite help herself there.

“I have no problem with blood.” Blood counted, in fact, as a fun fluid. “As for the rest, eh. You take the bad with the good in those games, though it is a consideration.”

"A little help." Jack's voice came as he appeared in the entrance way of the infirmary with Mary Winchester who had an arm around his shoulders and was leaning heavily on the man. Jack walked in to the closest gurney and carefully put her down. Bo was already up and over to the side of the bed - nothing like having your boyfriend's mother brought into the infirmary to wake you up.

"Found her like this outside. Looks like she's been bitten." Jack gestured to her arm. It had two puncture wounds and the area around it was a deep purple with venom.

"I assume you guessed that from the bite mark." Loki waved off one or the other of the hoverers so that he was close enough not to be crowded.

Seemed like a snake bite, on the face of it, but the venom seemed... pooled? No, not pooled. Still being pumped in somehow. Loki felt around the puncture wounds and yes, there! Something still in the wound. He called a pair of tweezers from over there, spared half a second to be smug about his foresight in keeping a few things stored for quick access, then carefully dug out... a fang. "Definitely a snake."

He fetched a pressure immobilization bandage and started applying it. "It's not swelling enough to be a normal snake bite, though." He'd been snakes. He knew how bites worked.

Jack rolled his eyes as he stood back and leaned against the wall. He mostly just wanted to make sure things were under control before he left.

"Loki... She's going to be fine, right?" Bo looked to him, trying to give him space, but feeling the need to hover. She was reminded of the times Lauren had to help someone and Bo couldn't help. "Don't you just... like, suck the venom out?"

“Norns, no. It doesn’t work, and then you’d have venom problems of your own. The immobilization bandage will keep it from spreading too quickly.” Tourniquets, ice, flushing the wound, and cutting it to drain were also all bad ideas. (Hurrah for practical textbooks and a good memory!) There were some antivenoms available in the clinic, because some local snakes were venomous, but....

Loki snapped twice in front of the blonde woman’s face - Mary, that was her name! - to try and get her attention. “Did you see the snake? Describe it.”

Bo chewed the inside of her cheek as she watched Sam's mother struggle to form coherent sentences.

"Came out of nowhere. Bakery... blue... and gold scales... small." Mary's brow furrowed as if thinking, but also in pain - her forehead was starting to sweat. "...eyes white... I think."

Definitely not a local snake. Not a recognizable non-local one, either. “All right. Now shh.” He touched her forehead and temple lightly with his fingertips, spinning a little magic off into a very basic spell. “Sleep.”

Generally it only worked as a surprise or on weakened individuals, but Mary was both, and magical sleep would be deep enough to slow her blood flow a little further. Body slowed and not moving, that was her best chance. “That’s not a snake I recognize. There won’t be any usable antivenin treatment in here, I should be able to work out what we need to counteract the venom from the fang, but there’s no guarantee it’ll be available.”

"Point me in a direction and I'll go get it." Bo looked at Loki with a serious expression. Apart from the fact that letting your boyfriend's mother die would be bad form, she didn't wanted people to die in general. "Sometimes, back home, Lauren needed ingredients and I'd go find them." Sometimes those ingredients involved bodily fluids that were disgusting.

“Right.” Another spell, a more complex one, wrapped around the fang in his palm, briefly turning his eyes as white as the snake’s, as Mary described them. “Red needles from a barrel cactus, blood from a golden rabbit, and... horse mint, apparently. Those three things, plus a few things that actually are on hand, should make a working anti-venom.”

"Okay..." She nodded, but had no actual idea what any of those ingredients were. "Can't be too hard. I can go and grab it." She'd find the ingredients somehow... how hard could it be?

“I’ll go along, if you like.” Uncertainty plus determination all but radiated off of Bo. Thor was like that at times: no idea what was going on but determined to throw himself at it anyway. Mary was more or less stable, but not enough so that she could afford any false starts.

"I'll watch her." Jack pushed off the wall a little and walked towards a chair. "Nothing better to do." Though he didn't really mean that - he liked the woman and her pies.

Bo nodded to Loki, her shoulders relaxing a little. "Okay, cool. Where to first? The cactus?" Was there an easier one of the three?

Loki pointed at Jack as a this first indicator. “No ice, no washing, no tourniquets, the pressure bandage stays on. If she wakes up, which is unlikely, she needs to stay still. Food and water are fine. If anyone tries to tell you otherwise on any point, tell them to fuck off. Thank you.”

That medical necessity discharged, he collected a few blood-draw tubes and a needle, for the eventual rabbit, then nodded to Bo. “Cactus, then rabbit, then horsemint, I think, yes. The rabbit is likely to take the longest.”

Jack held his hands up. "Hands off bedside manner. Got it."

She didn't think any of those three things sounded like they she would need more than her dagger, if that, so she followed when Loki was ready. Once she was far enough away, she asked when she was most worried about. "How long does she have?"

“It’s impossible to say. I don’t recognize the snake she described, and the antivenom seems more like a potion.” Loki shook his head. “If it’s magic, I’d bet on nightfall as our deadline. Death as the sun dies.”

"Great. Got to love the rules of magic." She eye-rolled though as they walked outside. Seriously - Bo thought at least one perk being stuck in a place like this meant little to no Fae-like things. Somehow this felt like home all of a sudden.

When they stepped outside, she headed away from the hotel. When they reached the question of the hill, Bo came to a stop and stared at the field in front of them. There had to be hundreds of cacti in front of them. "I do not remember there being this many before."

“There weren’t.” Got to love the rules of magic, indeed. At a glance, the mass of cacti were all different. “This is... odd. One should be a barrel, though. Assuming fair play of course.”

"You say that like I know the difference in cactuses."

She sighed. "Okay, well, I guess let's get going." Bo headed for the sea of cacti. Some of them were close together which made traversing harder occasionally without getting pricked. When she did get pricked, she swore.

Loki followed her into the mass of cacti, on a slightly different route. It didn't do any good if they were checking the same things. "Barrel cacti are called that because they look like barrels. Think smallish and round. They won't have branches or fruit."

"I didn't even know cactuses had fruit.... does it taste good?" Where once there was no wind, there was wind now. It didn't seem strange though, except for the suddenness of it.

"Ask someone other than me. I tend not to pay attention." The wind was picking up... not unusual in the desert, necessarily, but still strange. "I assume some people think so?"

"Do you really not pay attention or do you just say that, but really know what's going on most of the time?" She glanced at him, though it was short lived as a gust caused a few needles to fly against her face. She swore and brought her hand up to her face where it stun - ow. Then the wind picked up again and Bo felt more stings before suddenly the wind seemed to be blowing all around them. Bo crouched, one knee to the ground as her forearms lifted to shield her face as needles from the cacti seem to take flight.

The wind was normal enough, but this was definitely not normal. Rather than answering Bo's question right away, Loki moved as quickly as possible to crouch by her side and cast a shielding spell. It wouldn't be good enough in combat, but it was certainly enough to slow most of the needles to drop to the ground around them.

Most, but definitely not all. A lot still got through, mostly the bigger, heavier needles.

To distract them both from it, he continued the conversation, voice only a little strained. "I really don't pay attention to food. Everything else, I'm always paying attention."

The shield was definitely a plus and she didn't think anyone she knew back home could manage something like this without some sort of magical weapon thing. "You clearly haven't eaten the right stuff. The right chocolate cake can be almost orgasmic." Of course, the last two words came out sounding loud and strange as the wind suddenly died, leaving the area silent except for Bo's words.

She paused, then slowly went to stand. Her face stung with a few scraps, but nothing she couldn't handle. She was distracted at the moment anyways - what used to be a field of cacti now was a field of naked cacti. Well, almost. Some of the cacti still had a few needles, but without the flurry of sharp, pointy things, somehow the plants seemed easier to navigate.

"What I have done is spend a great deal of time either as an animal or in places where 'hmmm, raw snake eggs or leeches for lunch' is an actual question." Or in places where food was as unimportant as he'd learned to consider it, like Thanos's stronghold.

Rather than think further about that, Loki focused on Bo for a moment. She had wounds, as he did, but nothing major. None of the cacti had been big enough that getting stabbed by a needle could merit the word 'impaled'. The down side of that, of course, was that now most of the cacti didn't have needles anymore.

Bo was all right, so Loki slipped away again, looking for a distinctive barrel shape that still had needles. He assumed Bo was doing likewise.

"If you ever try to feed me raw snake eggs, I will cut you." Bo was mostly joking... mostly. She waded through some really ugly looking plants - seriously, she thought most cacti looked like the ones in cartoons, but she was definitely wrong - until she came upon one with a few red needles. "I think I go it."

"You know me well enough to know that's not a threat." Loki stepped carefully through the crowd of mostly-bald succulents back to Bo, to look at her cactus.

Medium-sized, barrel shaped, and yes - red needles. "I think you have, yes."

"Oh, I'd just cut you in the not fun places." She sent him a playful smile as he walked up to the cactus and pulled out a few needles. It was harder than she thought it would be, especially considering how easy the wind had made it look, but she managed and held them out to him - she knew he could keep things safer than she could. "Alright. One down, two to go, in whatever the hell is happening right now."

"Are there any of those?" There were, in fact, places he preferred not to be cut, but that didn't hold up the playful tone very well.

Loki accepted the needles, pulled a sheet of paper out from over there, and folded it around them like a makeshift envelope before dismissing both back over there. "Rabbit next, I think? Horsemint should just grow wild on the mountain, so I'd imagine it would be easier to find." Easier than a specifically golden rabbit.

"Sure." She nodded as she headed in the direction where grass and trees were. While she had never specifically went hunting for rabbits before, she figured they had to eat and cacti were not on the menu.

"Okay, are we talking actual gold rabbit or like, a rabbit that's yellow in colour? Because I'd like to think someone would have seen a solid gold rabbit running around."

"I assume yellow-colored. I imagine any rabbit with a golden pelt would be too good at hiding to be caught or too dead to be of use to us." After all, in order to get decent blood from it, the creature would have to be either alive or very recently killed.

"Have you ever hunted rabbits before?" She glanced to him. She wondered if they could use carrots to lure a rabbit out. Was that a thing?

"Yes, though I'm not an especially good hunter." Loki considered, then said, "It might be a good idea for me to be some kind of dog, for tracking purposes."

"Not a golden retriever, I'm going to guess." She could not picture him as such, anyways. His ability to change into various animals was always interesting. Dyson could turn into a wolf, but that was most of her experience with shapeshifters up close.

As they drew closer to the forest, the trees started off normal, but seemed to grow taller and taller as the forest continued. From outside of the forest, it kind of looked like the forest was on a hill.

“No, some kind of black dog, most likely. Or a black wolf.” The trees were worrying, because while Loki ventured out less regularly than some, this... wasn’t normal. He felt sure he’d remember the forest canopy rising like that.

"You wouldn't be the first man I've slept with who can turn into a wolf. Guess that makes me have a type." She was mostly joking to keep her mind from thinking to negatively about the strange forest as they neared the tree line.

"Alright, let's find Thumper."

"If it helps, wolf is rarely my first choice." It was a good shape! Just not one Loki favored particularly. Wolves were group fighters, not very effective alone. And he was always alone.

Rather than continue to banter, Loki shifted into... not a wolf, but a black dog with green eyes. After a quick shake to settle all the way into the new form, he started sniffing around for rabbit smells.

"If you find Timmy in a well somewhere, let me know." She smiled, though her eyes were half on him and then half on their surroundings as they went further into the forest. Somehow Bo had a bad feeling about things.

Unbeknownst to Bo, the machine Regina had created sprang to life the moment she walked into the infirmary. It would require someone close to Bo to play for her and make the decisions. There was a little screen that displayed Bo and her surroundings.

The voice in the back of Molly's head (which sounded suspiciously like Winter Lady her) said that jumping in where angels feared to tread would get her killed one day. However, Molly figured that she had to die of something so it might as well be helping Bo.

With a deep breath, she took a seat and stared into the little screen and watched. It actually felt like one of her games she liked to play before she became a wizard and couldn't anymore .... except this was with Bo.

Sam didn't need a voice in the back of his head to tell him he'd get himself killed by jumping in where angels feared to tread. He had Dean. But Bo was worth risking his life for. Especially if Molly was here with him.

He sat down beside Molly and took her free hand in his, lifted it to his mouth and kissed the back of it. "I don't like this. Playing games with Bo's life. Literally."

"Me, either." Molly admitted, "but I'm kind of used it in Chicago. Not like this of course." She squeezed his hand, "I tried to get into her head, but I can't." There was a pause, as Molly took a deep breath, "I know this is supposed to help Bo but the minute it doesn't ..."

It was left unsaid that Bo was more important than this.

"She has to make it through," Sam reminded her through gritted teeth. "It's this or she turns into some kind of de-evolved Janeway Fae." The Star Trek reference was for her; they watched whatever the Inn would give them together. It was a them thing. Not a Bo thing.

He scooted his chair closer, close enough that he could put his free arm around her shoulders. "We'll get her through it."

A de-evolved Janeway/Paris Fae would not be good. Mostly the Fae part. She knew first hand what a de-evolved Fae would be like and it wasn't pretty.

"Damn straight we will." Molly said as she reached up to twine her fingers with his on her shoulder. She just wanted to make it easier for Bo. Molly really hated not being able to get into her mind and help her through it.

Totally just a normal day and not Trial #2 (Tag Loki, Sam, Dyson, Regina, Molly)

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