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

[abakingmetaphor.livejournal.com]

Buffy now had a shiny sword to call her own and it was in her lap as she tried to clean herself off a bit from the fight it took to get it. She had advanced healing but that cut across her forehead was bad enough that it was going to stick around for a few days.

But still, sword!