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 Three - Main Space

[imablackwidowbaby]

Natasha returned from her foray into the tunnels wearing a hip holster and boots with her pajamas and carrying a leather satchel with a label reading PUPPET. People could read into that what they wanted, she didn't care.

"Here," she said to whoever was around, tossing the satchel into the middle of the floor. "It's mostly socks, but there are a few other handwavey things in there. Take whatever you want."

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[bigdamnprincipal]

Zoe certainly couldn't judge anyone else's bags, especially not when they came bearing gifts. "And here I thought I was going to have to suffer with cold feet," she said with a soft smile. "Thank you for bringing these back. It's good to know there are at least a few useful things to be found out there."