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Home. Alive. Exhaustedddddd. With the horrific traffic from the airport to home, I didn't get to my apartment until seven tonight. Never again, China Eastern.

Here's what went down with the airline.

First. Our flight wasn't direct to Busan. It was Ho Chi Min - Shanghai - Busan. We talked with the woman at the check in counter in Ho Chi Min and made absolute sure that our bags would make it to Busan, and NOT Shanghai. She agreed, and told us that is what would happen. About five seconds after the first bag went down the conveyer belt, though, the woman made this OH, I f-ed up sort of noise and starts rambling in Vietnamese to another woman who comes over to help. She had accidentally sent the bag to Shanghai instead of Busan. AFTER we made sure she knew where we were going. She then reassured us that she'd go down to baggage herself to fix the problem and make sure it got to Busan, so we said okay and went on our way.

Now, onto the flight. Our flight out of Ho Chi Min City was originally scheduled for 2:45am this morning (Wednesday), but it was delayed an hour (I'm also never letting J pic the flight schedule ever again). No big deal, other than everyone was tired and grumpy. However, somehow with the delay in the flight, the time difference between Vietnam and Shanghai, and the delay in actual take-off after everyone was on the plane we didn't get to Shanghai until about 8am Shanghai time. Our flight was at nine fifteen. We literally RAN to the transfer counter so we wouldn't miss it, only to be told we had to go elsewhere and get our bags first.

Pardon? Our bags are...here? ...In Shanghai? After the woman said they would be transferred to our other flight and make it to Busan just as we were supposed to? Alright. Cool. So off we ran to baggage claim to get our bags, and then off we ran to the Transfer Hall. Out of breath, we get there ready to check our bags and, of course, are told that the flight had closed and we'd have to get another one. At two in the afternoon. It was eight thirty at that time, we hadn't had any sleep except for what we could manage on the plane, and we were not happy. 

To top it off, everyone with China Eastern we spoke with trying to get them to help us, (or to ask where we could file a complaint) either said they didn't know what we were asking, they didn't understand us whatsoever, or, OR, they brushed us off, and would only say that they had, in fact, HELPED US. Since we needed a new flight and all, and they had been so gracious as to get us a new one. Because that's how that works, right? You screw up, and then screw up again, and call it HELP. 

Jennaonline, Killerforhire - Y'all should be fine as long as you're on direct flights. I think everything gets a little sketchy when transfers are involved. But today and our first flight to Shanghai two weeks ago (which was direct, and problem-less) have been the only times I've flown with this airline. I just know I will be avoiding them like the plague from now on (as well as Jetstar).

Ian sat on the bed in his and his mates room. He had yet to be claimed by Alex, wanting to wait for the girls to be born. He was looking tthrough a book of colors for the babies nursery as pain raced through him. A scream, high pitched and agonized ripped from him as he curled into a ball.

Ian sat on the couch, watching as his mate and the other man fought. The hands on his shoulders pressed down, holding him to watch his mate die. Thats what they said, he would watch him die and then they would kill his children. Ian rarely used his powers, he didnt like being a monster but as he watched the other gain the upperhand, he couldnt help it.