Voice Post//On The Trail//To Oregon?!

[treadingdawn]

I require answers:

Is it or is it not shameful to defer to a real map and not to one in your head?

[ooc: Backdated to sunset sob.]

Comments

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

[ SHOVE OVER A LITTLE, CASPIAN. Making a grab for the device, possibly. ] Why are you even asking that to begin with?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[?????! NO IT'S HIS AND HE'S THE KING.] Because we've encountered that boulder twice now. I would know, it looks very much like your face.

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

[ LOOK YOU KNOW THE SPIEL CASPIAN. YOU'RE KING. AND PETER'S THE.....fill in the blank. Fine, he makes a grab for... ] Not as though you would know, as it seems you've gone blind. Let me have the reins before you cart us off the nearest cliff.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[...JIGGERED FOOL? Argh he loses the device to those puppy paws.] I've gone blind? Destrier whatever you do don't let this man take us over a ravine.

[wandbreaker]

If we had gone the way I said, we wouldn't be in this mess.

[So what if his way involved fording a highly dangerous river? Danger is the spice of life.]

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

You wanted us to ford rapids.

[wandbreaker]

But at least we wouldn't be staring at the rock shaped like Peter's head.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

We would be smashed upon them instead. The Dawn Treader is the best caravan in Narnia, but the Dawn Treader is not a ship.

[oshutup.livejournal.com]

[ Excuse you Edmund. Peter sends him a look that says as much, also what kind of allegiance is this, and other similar notations in the margins of said look. ]

[brokemysmolder.livejournal.com]

Depends. Does the map in your head suck?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

You ought to speak with the man who has currently commandeered the reins.

[brokemysmolder.livejournal.com]

Yeah, but you're the one who wants to know.

[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

[From the back of this Caravan from Hell, a little sigh, and -]

Boys.

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

[They're not boys, THEY'RE MEN. But he answers anyway.]

Yes?

[lionesscouchant.livejournal.com]

[Not when they act like boys.]

Honestly, Caspian, you ought to let Susan steer.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

I don't believe there's anything wrong with maps, why would there be?

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

Ask the captain of this fine vessel. It seems instinct is superior to paper.

[cry-reaper.livejournal.com]

But if you don't know where you're going, isn't it better to ask?

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

Oh, for Merlin's sake. Is this a boy thing?

voice;

[treadingdawn.livejournal.com]

I wouldn't know. I'm a man.

voice;

[7thborn.livejournal.com]

[Giggling.]

Debatable.

[lionesssejant.livejournal.com]

Half the trouble is deciding what directions we're going to follow completely. And after that, maybe someone who can lead the way in best accordance to what is on the map.

[Meaning....Peter, Caspian, let me steer.]

Since we are where we are, maybe staying the night and waiting to see if the waters calm would be ideal.

[surprais-bear.livejournal.com]

[ Hello, King. ]

[fatespoken]

The real question: stampeded by a herd of buffalo or deferring to a map?

[mghtbconcussed.livejournal.com]

I'm pretty sure that's how Moses got lost for 40 years.