Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Wednesday, Day One

[not_a_whiner]

The pathways of the dungeon had changed overnight. Anyone who had stayed in a room beyond their welcome had found themselves booted out back onto the hallways that belonged to their camp. Those doors had closed. Other doors had now opened.

As had other routes.

[ pathways | weapons locker | zombies | emotional baggage | weeping angels | ooc NOTE: room doors not belonging to your camp will lock when you enter. so please designate whether you're from the joint camp 1/camp 2 group or camp 3 ]

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Winding Pathways

[not_a_whiner]

The pathways seem to be hewn from solid stone, ceilings low. Some of them are lit with torches, one every few feet, but some grow darker as you proceed, until the darkness itself seems to swallow the stone. The shadows themselves rattle, making an unearthly noise.

Re: Winding Pathways

[trigons_child]

Raven made her way through the corridors, trying to find a way out. She'd tried to teleport again, but most of the time it didn't work, and when it did, she just ended up in another part of the maze instead of her intended destination, risking getting more lost.

At least she could see better in the dark now. But she was still so hungry.

[Open to camp 1 and 2!]

A Clockwork Door

[not_a_whiner]

This door is made of thick metal, its clockwork mechanism clearly showing on the outside. Press the button and it rolls open of its own volition...

The area inside might be mistaken for a foggy London street at first glance. But then it becomes obvious it has a ceiling, not a sky - and from that ceiling hang weapons bound with thick thread, just within reach for anyone daring to climb up onto a rooftop. Upon further inspection, the weapons might seem familiar: in fact, they might look exactly like items left behind in the weapons locker at school...

Of course, if you take one step too many, one of those tick-tacking men might overhear... and attempt to pull you from the rooftops and smother you before you can reach anything.

[ as always, let us know if you want an NPC. be careful, because those clockwork men are lethal, and come equipped with electric shocks. ]

Re: A Clockwork Door

[abakingmetaphor.livejournal.com]

Well Buffy needed a weapon, there was no doubt about that. And it figured the one room that had weapons was being guarded by some demonic clockwork guys dressed to the seventeenth century nines.

She'd come out of this with a shiny sword for her trouble, but also some scorch marks and a long gash across her forehead. Oh, and a new found fear of people dressed like Louis XIV.

Re: A Clockwork Door

[nottrivial]

Well. Alec had never been one of the Fandom denizens to store his weapons in the weapons locker. Fortunately, he wasn't aware that this was theft, which meant that for the time being, he could fight his way to a bow, Shadowhunter-style.

He even managed one better than that: in addition to his bow and quiver (with an inconveniently small amount of arrows, but he'd manage), he found a knife for Sparkle. Score.

Re: A Clockwork Door

[suitably_heroic]

Well. Atton hadn't exactly seen the creepy guys coming. Should've guessed there'd be something out here, though: weapons didn't come this easy unless you looted them off someone's corpse.

"Hey," he called towards the approaching army. "I guess none of you know the way to the nearest cantina, right?"

[[ open to Camp 1/2! ]]

Re: A Clockwork Door

[6buckstohisname.livejournal.com]

Okay, so robots? Robots were a new on for Dean. Which meant a weapons run ended with a less than happy, slightly more bloody hunter glaring at the door like it offended him on a personal level.

Seriously, robots.

But, at least he got a machete out if the deal. Since the guns he'd grabbed had been used to not end up dead.

Re: A Clockwork Door

[brat_inslayage]

Yeah, after yesterday getting a hold of a weapon was the first thing on Kennedy's mind, and where cautious people might not think it was a brilliant idea to go exploring, ahahahahaha. Cautious was so not her, and while the whole climbing-rooftops-to-get-to-weapons part was a trip it didn't seem like that much of a hardship. Because shiny stabby things, hello.

Except for the part when the clockwork men tried to stop her.

"And hello, steampunk evil-- gah!"

Sigh, these pajamas were never going to be useful again. But hey, at least she had a crossbow and some throwing knives now.

She knew there was a reason she'd always hated French history in school.

[[camp 1/2 people totally welcome.]]

Re: A Clockwork Door

[absolutesnark]

Piper wasn't much of a fighter. Not at hand-to-hand combat. She relied on her explosive offensive power for things like that. Since it was acting extremely wonky in this place, she figured it was a good idea to have a weapon of some kind.

Stepping through this door seemed too good to be true, and she was right. It had to be creepy robots this time?

Her freezing power only worked for a few seconds at a time today. That's why she managed to escape from the robots with only a small knife...and a few minor burn marks on her arms. At least she was pretty decent with knives from chef training.

[open for Camp 1/2]

Re: A Clockwork Door

[so_hawkward]

It didn't matter that Clint was still rocking his boxers - what really made him feel naked was being unarmed. He'd always thought a knife under his pillow would be enough, but apparently that wasn't true. When he pressed the button and peeked into the room, he broke into a grin when he saw how many weapons were inside. He looked around, searching the "sky" for a minute until he finally spotted exactly what he needed - a bow, and a quiver of arrows.

A little rooftop climbing wouldn't be a problem for him. Probably.

[Open for anyone from 1/2 if they want!]

Re: A Clockwork Door

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

After her experiences yesterday, Jessica decided to rely on a friend while exploring today. Say hi, Sia.

"You know, between the rooftops and the weapons up there, I'm pretty sure we got lucky with this room," Jessica noted. "There's something for both of us."

[OOC: Mainly for she who was previously named, but could be open to other camp 1/2ers.]

A Pungent Door

[not_a_whiner]

This door seems ordinary, but come close and you'll find it reeks of dead flesh.

Take a step through, and find yourself back near Fandom's lawn, in front of a large barricade. If you run quickly, you might reach the school or dorms and find the supplies hidden within: food left behind in the cafeteria and the common rooms, clothes lying around the rooms (though oddly, those items seem to belong to a previous generation of students). There are also berries in the bushes behind the school, and bunnies and deer still occupy the preserve.

If you run in the wrong direction, you'll run straight into that moaning mob of zombies - some of which might look familiar - might just turn you into a snack.

[ zombieverse bde! if you need an NPC, let us know. the same rules hold here as for vampverse: if you get bitten, you're a zombie for the rest of the plot. if you had a character around during the zombieverse, you are welcome to guest star them here, including if they are currently dropped. ]

Re: A Pungent Door

[lovemykilt]

So Priestly had originally decided to give the stanky-ass door a miss -- only to end up at a dead-end corridor that seemed to have been filled with South African soccer hooligans. By the time he found his way around and back to the stinky door again, he figured anything had to be better than getting your ears blown off by plastic trumpets.

But, oh, this place was way too familiar. He remembered that barricade. He remembered fending off zombies with a mop handle. He bolted for the school, broken fence from the vampire Fandom still in hand, ready to stab anyone who exaggerated their vowels too much.

[ooc: Camp 1/Camp 2, with great SP potential]

Re: A Pungent Door

[mummyspromdate.livejournal.com]

If there was ever proof that Maddie did dumb things, it was that she went through a door that reeked of dead flesh.

There was something really creepy about this place, and she didn't really want to stay any longer than necessary. But she figured she could get in, grab some things and get out, and had started towards the dorms when she heard the moaning. So she slowed to a stop and listened for a moment to make sure she really had heard that.

"Great," she muttered. "Zombies."

Someone watched a lot of TV. Maybe she should go back and try another door...


[Open to camp 1/2/zombies!]

Re: A Pungent Door

[ktarian-wildman.livejournal.com]

Naomi hadn't gone through any of the doors yesterday but had decided to do some further exploring today. She didn't know what made her go through the door, considering the smell, but she did.

As soon as she saw what was behind the door and remembering what had happened during this particular invasion, Naomi decided she was going to try and make it to the dorms, maybe she could find something useful there.

[open to camp 3!]

Re: A Pungent Door

[demonbelthazor]

Bel was used to bad smells, since he'd grown up in the Underworld surrounded by demons. Still, he made a face as he tried the door, though he was psyched to see the school behind it. Except it seemed deserted. Where the hell was everyone?

He started to check out the dorms, looking for people and seeing if he could score some clothes.

[Open to Camp 2/1/zombies]

Re: A Pungent Door

[justbeingbay]

Bay had finally stopped feeling sorry for herself and gone to explore.

When she spotted the zombies in the distance, she realized that might have been a mistake. She tossed a handful of rocks in their direction, which seemed to distract them enough that she was able to get behind the barricade. "It's like I walked into Dawn of the Deaf," she told anyone who might hear her, and then started picking through the pile of clothes. They were a little heavy on the flannel, but she was getting cold in her jammies.


[OOC: Open to camp 3/zombies]

Re: A Pungent Door

[tyler_gone]

Tyler had broken from the mob to hunt in the preserve. As he wandered back into town, he was munching on the haunch of a teal deer and looking pretty pleased with himself, for a dead guy.

While the deer had slaked the need to hunt for the moment, he still moaned once in a while. Just to keep his hand in.

Re: A Pungent Door

[fewer_explosions]

"Oh, Goddess," Liara said, her nose wrinkling as she neared the door. "That is disgusting."

She shouldn't venture inside. Her biotics seemed dull and unfocused. She was not certain that whatever laid on the other side was something she could face.

She went in regardless. People were starving at her camp. And if that meant that she walked into town in search of food instead of retreating to the zombie-free dorms, well...

...sometimes she was just stupidly stubborn.

[[ open for anyone from camp 3! ]]

A Door With A Handle

[not_a_whiner]

Opening this door feels less like opening a door and more like trying to open a suitcase.

Step into the room, and there are even more suitcases. And bags. Actually, the room looks like a well-stuffed storage compartment, with only a little wiggle room. Upon closer inspection, all the items here seem to come with labels. Familiar labels. Labels that might speak to you inside...

If you dare, you can try to open one of the bags. They might contain clothing or smaller items like matches and hairpins. Or they might move and slide off, landing on your head and putting you out of commission for good...

[ emotional baggage room! we're, uh. willing to NPC your emotional baggage if you really want us to. ]

Re: A Door With A Handle

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

Cade, after spending yesterday prowling the camp area and realizing that it was karking boring in there, decided to go exploring.

He was getting twitchy, too: blame the lack of deathsticks with him. He opened the first door he came across and stepped inside...only to fling himself flat on the floor as he barely escaped getting crushed by a giant metal suitcase labeled DADDY ISSUES.

"Real karking funny," he told the ceiling.

[OOC: For camps 1 or 2!]

Re: A Door With A Handle

[firstnameagent.livejournal.com]

When Coulson went exploring, a room full of bags was the last thing he expected. But once he was in there and saw how precariously placed some of the bags were, he kind of did expect the bag that fell down toward his head. Fortunately, he dodged it.

The bag said "CANNON FODDER." Apparently these were mean bags. But still, he opened it to see what might be inside. And the answer was 'toothpicks.'

... Coulson could think of a few uses for those.

[OOC: Open if any Camp 3 people want to see Coulson deal with baggage, I suppose. Work availability yadda yadda.]

Re: A Door With A Handle

[arsenicmauls]

Gert, now wearing yesterday's stolen carpet as a scarf because no way was she leaving that where someone else could steal it (sorry, other Camp 1-ers), entered the room and was immediately nearly knocked out by a large trunk falling from the ceiling that was labeled "NO POWERS" in large white letters and "(OVERCOMPENSATES)" in slightly smaller letters underneath.

"The hell?"

[[open to camps one and two!]]

A Door With A Face

[not_a_whiner]

There's an oddly marble quality about this door. It has an odd knocker shaped like a human face.

Stride through, and you'll find yourself in an underground parking garage. Some of the lights work. Some don't. Some flicker. Some of the cars might hold uneaten foods; they could also be scavenged for parts.

Just be wary of those strange statues that seem to serve as ghoulish decoration of this place...

[ weeping angels. if you're not looking at them, they move. if they reach you, they can zap you away! ... into stasis, not the past. still, be wary. ]

Re: A Door With A Face

[professor-lyman.livejournal.com]

Josh needed coffee, so he (against his own better judgement) went exploring. He didn't think he'd find a Starbucks or anything, but armed with his wits and an extra bowling shoe, he opened the door that looked like something out of Dickens...and found himself in a parking garage.

"Faaaaaaaaaaaaabulous," he muttered to himself. "I've seen this movie. It never ends well."

[OOC: For any camp 3-ers before he gets zapped!]

OOC

[not_a_whiner]

A copy of this post will go up in a few hours for two-days-for-the-price-of-one shenanigans!

That means this is the one day you can overnight in a room. Enjoy. (And let us know if you have any questions or would like something NPC'ed!)

Re: OOC

[throughaphase]

My god, I want someone to ask you to NPC emotional baggage.