"...is that actually a genre?"

"There is at least one book. More meant the collision - are you guys actually seeing the scifi parts, given the lovecraft parts I'm not expecting that to be consistent - the portals sort of look like something out of Stargate, embedded in metal or stone usually?"

"No, I'm seeing islands. With pools of water. But it's different between people, I can explain later - we really need to jump soon - I don't know how long we have to be picky, either - "

Jenn considers. "I- might be wrong. I don't know how these things are arranged. But if...if this is Ira trying to kill Elizabeth, and that," she points, "is the not-Ant landing in the construction site, I think that one," she points again, "might be the TV?"

"We'd have a pretty narrow range to get out of there, but - it might work."

"At least we know we're not going to run into Ira or not-Ant, and it's before the naughts show up."

"Pretty big potential to scramble our own brains, but - maybe not Elizabeth's. You feel up for dragging us?" she asks, the attempt at a joking tone falling flat.

"I'm not too tired or badly injured so I could maybe? Get you guys to some semblance of safety? But I'm also not sure every spot won't have that potential, if every crack is where time travel's already occurred."

"We'll need to move quickly, but if we already know that... Probably our best bet. And we haven't completely scrambled our brains yet..."

Bina nods, and smiles a bit. "Yeah. Jump on three?" She winds the new scarf piece into her hair, around the one already there.

Jenn nods, quirking an eyebrow.

Bina goes to the edge, confirms their direction - doesn't stare at the botfly - and begins the count.

"One... Two... Three!"

And, holding both her companions' hands, jumps.

Jenn's right there with her, letting out a cry of exhilaration.

Okay Elizabeth will admit there's something fulfilling about jumping through a timetravel Stargate. Just a bit.

They wash into an empty tunnel in a blast of water (or, from Elizabeth's perspective, swirling glow clouds), landing in the thick, cold mud. The TV's face-down.

"Come on!" Bina calls, surging to her feet and starting to slog out.

Yup, Jenn's moving as well - she's had her brain scrambled once, she's got no desire for it to happen again.

Elizabeth follows.

There's a flash of green behind them.

(Past Bina, luckily, was facing the other way.)

Past-Jenn was not.

Future (or current?) Jenn, feels the horribly familiar vertigo-tilt of something not going to plan.

"Bina-" she manages.

"Shit - move - " She'll drag Jenn if she has to, she doesn't want them both getting caught - 

Jenn manages to lurch to Bina, and manages to keep her feet, but barely.

She does her best to steer Jenn to around and behind the pile of junk, oh god she can't get her out of the mud the platform's going to be occupied - 

Elizabeth helps.

Jenn makes it behind the pile of junk before her knees give way completely.