May 2, 1848
Heavy fog. Lost 1 day.
~::whistles innocently::~
May 4, 1848
Bad water.
No grass for the oxen.
(Oh no! Bessy, Gracie, Lulu, Charlie, Reginald, Junior Sirius, Quidditch, Carrie, Polly, Stephan!)
~^*Who?*^~
(The oxen!)
~You named an oxen Quidditch?~
^Makes sense to me.^
*It would.*
You named an oxen Junior Sirius?
~You want him to be traumatized?~
We lost 5 pounds of food due to spoilage.
~Alright, I'm trying my hand at hunting again.~
May 5, 1848
~Oh, nice area. Come to me little woodland creatures and seal your fate...~
We shot 26 pounds of meat.
~Goddammit.~
^You just aren't a killer Remus.^
(Peter is.)
^I know and I'm still having trouble sorting that out.^
No water.
At least it can't get any worse.
(Peter! Shut up!)
Why.
~Peter, whenever someone says "it can't get any worse it always does.~
^Everyone knows that.^
*I didn't.*
(You aren't everyone.)
*What am I then?*
^A pain in the arse.^
*::glares::*
~Oh come on Snape, you set yourself up for that one.~
Broken wagon wheel.
(See! What did I tell you!)
We couldn't fix the wagon wheel, but we replaced it from supplies.
May 10, 1848
No water.
^Thanks for telling us, don't want to get our hopes up and all.^
{Just wait til you all end up dying right before Oregon.}
(There it is again!)
^There what is?^
(The voice!)
~Sirius, there is no voice.~
(How do you know? I'm the one hearing it!)
*Well you aren't exactly the poster child for sanity.*
(Oh, and you are?)
May 12, 1848
We found some wild fruit.
~^(Yeah!)^~
*You're that excited over fruit?*
It's the little things.
Bad water.
~Better than no water.~
May 13, 1848
No water.
~Spoke too soon.~
We found an abandoned wagon containing:
35 bullets
~^(Whoo-hoo!)^~
(We love bullets!)
*You're all going to end up in Azkaban before you're twenty.*
May 14, 1848
Bad water.
We lost the trail for 5 days.
^How do you lose a trail?^
(Misplace it?)
*Pettigrew could probably manage it. He could lose his head.*
Hey, that was only once!
^It was Sirius's fault too.^
Peter has the measles.
~Shall we rest?~
(Sure.)
May 16, 1848
We decided to rest for a day.
One day? The ox got three.
May 17, 1848
James is sick with typhoid fever.
(That's what the voice said!)
~Oh God, are you still on about that?~
(Yes! Oh nice of you to finally recognize me as God, but yeah! The voice said we were all going to die!)
~A you aren't God, B don't believe everything you hear.~
May 20, 1848
We decided to rest for a day.
^Alright, so Peter and me are worth less than a nonexistant ox?^
~Apparently.~
Why isn't Snape getting sick?
~All that grease, not clean enough for germs.~
*::glares::*
May 23, 1848
We have reached Independence Rock.
(::Drops to the floor and starts twitching::)
Anyone else notice that most of the landmarks are rocks?
^Yeah, the pioneers must've been going mad by the time they got this far.^
Must've been.
~::looks at Sirius on the floor:: And here's living proof.~
Bad water.
