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Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Thursday

On the third day (or the fourth, depending on where you were currently huddled), the Toymaker cracked his knuckles and got to work: hallways shifted again, and groups that had been able to interact were cut off again. Gravity grew heavier to make it harder to walk, to run, to find the energy to move around.

The maze shifted again, and those trapped inside would have to see what new surprises awaited them today. The Toymaker wasn't done playing with them, even as their numbers began to dwindle. No, not at all.

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

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Today Jaina had met up with her brother, gotten a weapon, gotten traumatized, and gotten a gremlin bite.

Now she thought she was Oprah.

So if you were in the camp and heard her yelling things like "Look under your seats! Everyone look under your seats!" that was why.

"... What?"

Why and how did someone yelling Oprah-like things suddenly feel like the strangest dungeon thing to Mike? Who even knew. It just did.

"Go ahead, look under your seats!" Oprah cried. "Because you're all getting a new caa~aaaaar!"

"Um." Yeah, that was just weird. "I... don't think we have seats?"

"You get a new car!" Oprah shouted, pointing at him.

Why were you not screaming with joy, Mike?

Because you were being crazy, Jaina. That's why.

"Uh, thanks?"

Seriously, what did you even say to that?

"And also!" Oprah continued. "You're getting a trip to Auuuustraliaaa~aaaaa!"

She just kept on giving!

Mike wanted to be in Australia now so very badly.

Alas.

"Thanks." That wasn't very sincere. "Uh, are you okay? Should you maybe have a drink of water or something?"

Mike had never run into a gremlin bite before.

Oprah totally heard that as obnoxious screaming.

"You're going to Australia!" she said, pointing randomly at someone. "And you're going to Australia! And you're! going! to! Australia!"

Seriously it should be like a solid five minutes before the audience stopped freaking out and realized they had to pay taxes on all this stuff.

"What are you on about?" Richie groaned. "Creepy imprisonment make you go crazy?"

"And now," Oprah said to the audience that totally wasn't really there, "let's welcome my guest, Tom Cruuuuuise!"

That'd be you, Richie. Sorry.

Well, Jaina, you managed to get Richie to laugh in spite of his surroundings. So there's that.

"Oh, you've got to be kidding. I'm Richie and I'm way less crazy than Cruise."

Oprah gestured for him to sit, and- whether he sat or not- said, "Let's talk for a moment about your career."

"I work in an antique shop," Richie said. "And one time I tried to sell used cars. Does that count?"

Oprah listened intently, resting her chin on her hand and occasionally nodding.

"And what about your marriage to Nicole?"

"Marriage is unhealthy," Richie declared. "Don't recommend it to anyone!"

Might as well play along with the crazy lady. Maybe this way nobody would get hurt.

"And yet I understand you have a new love," Oprah went on. "How do you feel about Katie?"

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Coulson got up to look at the patch of ground he had been sitting on. "Nothing's there."

"And now you have this expensive diamond necklace, one of my favorite things!" Oprah announced excitedly.

"Did you seriously find a diamond necklace somewhere?" Coulson asked, heading over toward Jaina.

"And if you look under your seat again, you'll find a brand new copy of the next book in my Book Club!" she continued.

Seriously, Oprah never stopped giving back. EVER.

"There wasn't anything there," Coulson noted. "Are you feeling okay?"

"We have with us today, the author of that book!" Oprah continued, and apparently now Coulson was the author. Sorry, Coulson. "Have a seat."

"If I must," Coulson said, walking over and then taking a seat on the ground. "Which of my books are we talking about?"

"Your newest book, out in stores now," said Oprah.