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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 ]
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 ]
Camp One
Date: 2013-04-10 12:50 pm (UTC)Camp One - The Room
Date: 2013-04-10 12:51 pm (UTC)Camp One - Main Space
Date: 2013-04-10 12:52 pm (UTC)Re: Camp One - Main Space
Date: 2013-04-10 05:46 pm (UTC)"Soup's on!" he called, setting the backpack full of canned food on the floor. "Or, okay, canned spaghetti, beans, and fruit's on."
Close enough.
Re: Camp One - Main Space
Date: 2013-04-10 06:58 pm (UTC)Also, the purple in her hair was in need of a touch-up, and that just added insult to injury, really. Ugh.
Re: Camp One - Main Space
Date: 2013-04-10 11:33 pm (UTC)For now she was sitting near the fountain, doing her best to try and clean up.
Camp One - Alcoves
Date: 2013-04-10 12:57 pm (UTC)Camp One - Fireplace
Date: 2013-04-10 12:59 pm (UTC)Re: Camp One - Fireplace
Date: 2013-04-10 08:53 pm (UTC)because I will never be done making bread jokes with this canonprobably hadn't been worth the effort of navigating the abandoned kitchen, mostly because in the center of it was a giant oven (big enough to put a person in, she'd thought) with its door open and occasional gouts of flame shooting out.That was more than enough to convince her she was absolutely done with the damn dungeon for the day, and she'd come back to get a few hours' sleep. Upon waking, she'd grudgingly decided to leave one of the loaves of bread for others if they wanted to fight over it, and went to put it by the fireplace.
At the very least, she noticed the difference in the figurines on the mantel, since God knew she'd spent enough time staring at them.
"But where's my friend monsieur the moose?" she asked the tiny television. "He hasn't been promoted, has he? Probably just as well I forgot to think of a name for him, then."
Camp One - Corridors Out Of Camp One
Date: 2013-04-10 01:00 pm (UTC)