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Don't Like Problems, I Don't Like Stress, Don't Like To Argue, Like Tears Even Less
Who: Derek Zoolander, Gregory House, and Jack Sparrow
What: Arrival Thread
When: Day 8, early morning
Where: the forest, near the clocktower
Rating: PG-13 for language
Status: Active




Derek groaned loudly as he came to, bringing a hand to his head and sitting up slowly. It must have been a wild party night, he reflected, pursing his lips pensively. Not only could he not remember where he'd been, he sure as hell couldn't remember where he'd gone to sleep and where he was waking up. Staring around at the unfamiliar forest and melting snow, his jaw dropped. "Wow... I hope that Mugatu didn't drive me out here and forget me..." he said, not thinking about his words the way he typically didn't think about anything. Glancing up at the cloudy sky, he wondered if it was going to rain.

Just then, he realized that he could feel something wet seeping into the snakeskin seat of his designer pants. "Oh, no!" he whined, scrambling to his feet and twisting himself around to get a better look at his mud-streaked backside. "Shit! Oh, this is hella lame! Why did this have to happen to my favorite pants?" he mourned, knitting his brows together to demonstrate his chagrin. Even though he was supposed to be careful not to crease his face, since expressions caused wrinkles, he was far too emotional to avoid smiling and frowning. Making a small, frustrated sound, he attempted to wipe the mud from his pants, only succeeding in spreading the mess further.

Glancing to the side, he noticed two other men. One of them was older and wearing a blazer over a t-shirt (so tacky!) and the other looked like he'd had a whack-attack at some point during the... um... the "olden days." Derek wasn't actually sure what century pirates had been in style.