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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Camp One

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Camp One - The Room

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Camp One - Main Space

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The central chamber is dimly lit but light enough to keep out the grues. There is a torch grafted to the wall every few feet, its flames flickering but never going out. A single water fountain rests between two torches. When activated, it releases a thin stream of water. In one corner, there are bags on the floor, big enough to be worn by anything ranging up to an adult-sized human.

Camp Two

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Camp Three

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Camp Two - The Room

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Camp Three - The Room

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Camp Two - Main Space

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The central chamber is dimly lit but light enough to keep out the grues. There is a torch grafted to the wall every few feet, its flames flickering but never going out. A single water fountain rests between two torches. When activated, it releases a thin stream of water. In one corner, there are bags on the floor, big enough to be worn by anything ranging up to an adult-sized human.

Camp Three - Main Space

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The central chamber is dimly lit but light enough to keep out the grues. There is a torch grafted to the wall every few feet, its flames flickering but never going out. A single water fountain rests between two torches. When activated, it releases a thin stream of water. In one corner, there are bags on the floor, big enough to be worn by anything ranging up to an adult-sized human.

Camp One - Alcoves

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Between some of the torches there are little alcoves, just wide enough to fit a single human being lying down.

Camp Three - Alcoves

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Between some of the torches there are little alcoves, just wide enough to fit a single human being lying down.

Camp Two - Alcoves

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Between some of the torches there are little alcoves, just wide enough to fit a single human being lying down.

Camp One - Fireplace

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At the back of the room stands a singular fireplace giving off some heat. On its mantle lies an array of little figurines, shifting day by day. Right now a small silver television seems to lead the tiny army.

Camp Two - Fireplace

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At the back of the room stands a singular fireplace giving off some heat. On its mantle lies an array of little figurines, shifting day by day. Right now a small Winchester rifle figurine seems to lead the tiny army.

Camp Three - Fireplace

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At the back of the room stands a singular fireplace giving off some heat. On its mantle lies an array of little figurines, shifting day by day. Right now a tiny stone angel seems to lead the tiny army.

Camp One - Corridors Out Of Camp One

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Torches line these walls - thank god - but in the distance this corridor breaks into two, and then three. There are visible shadows in the distance, and sometimes, an unearthly rattling noise can be heard.

Camp Two - Corridors Outside Camp Two

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Torches line these walls - thank god - but in the distance this corridor breaks into two, and then three. There are visible shadows in the distance, and sometimes, an unearthly rattling noise can be heard.

Camp Three - Corridors Out Of Camp Three

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Torches line these walls - thank god - but in the distance this corridor breaks into two, and then three. There are visible shadows in the distance, and sometimes, an unearthly rattling noise can be heard.

OOC

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So it's Day Two! Characters can have a sense that time seems to be going faster; if your character is naturally attuned to the daily cycle, they're going to be really thrown off, since it still feels like a full day.

Maze map here, camp composition here.

Re: Camp Two - Corridors Outside Camp Two

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Careful in the corridors, kids. By the second day of being back at camp, Vampire April was beginning to get a little hungry, and just out of sight of the rest of camp was where she thought it would be best to strike. So she was lurking.

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[nottrivial]

Alec bounced back to camp with a new bow, a knife, and, fine, a confidence-boost from making it through that room.

The knife was for Sparkle, the bow was for him, and the confidence boost was for everyone, really.

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!

Re: Camp One - Main Space

[lovemykilt]

Priestly managed to make his way back from the zombie room not much the worse for wear -- just sore. He'd managed to upgrade his pointy stick with an even longer, heavier stick and some duct tape (look, a broom handle with a pointy stick taped to it was totally a respectable improvised weapon, okay?), and best of all, he'd found food.

"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

[arsenicmauls]

Gert was back from the room full of baggage by now, and her disposition was not what one would call cheerful. She spread out her blanket on the floor and stared at the ceiling.

Also, the purple in her hair was in need of a touch-up, and that just added insult to injury, really. Ugh.

Re: Camp Two - Alcoves

[texted3times]

Eric was sleeping like the dead in his alcove (this time in pants. You're welcome or sorry, depending on your point of view) because he, you know, was dead, and time inside the dungeon or not, his body was saying it was daytime and time for little vampires (and giant, Viking ones) to be asleep.