Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Wednesday, Day Two of Two

[not_a_whiner]

At Fandom, the sun reached its highest point in the sky. Down (or was it up?) here in the dungeon, a next day broke, each hour occupying the space of only half. It was only noticeable to those with keen senses, or those who might've kept an eye on the fireplaces: the figurines had switched places again as night changed.

Well. It might have also been noticeable to anyone who'd wandered into a room with a sky and a visible sun.

[ camp one | camp two | camp three | ooc | day one ]

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Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[stykera]

Yesterday Stark had been attacked by luggage. Luggage that had been mocking him. Today Stark was staying put. Perhaps he could find something useful to do here. Or perhaps he would just sit here and quietly freak out. It could go either way, really.

He'd found a spot of wall to crouch against and he wasn't moving. He was just going to wait, for now. Wait and watch and see if an opportunity to distract himself with something useful presented itself.