Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Thursday

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

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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Re: Camp Two - Corridors out of Camp Two

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Yup. And we don't even know what kind of cheese we're working for. If the maze has a way out. How long we stay in here." Dinah grit her teeth. "Lab rats can bite, though. I wonder..."

If she jumped into something full-bore, one of those endless pits, would she find who was in charge? Was there a way to do that, and send a message back? Somehow?

Re: Camp Two - Corridors out of Camp Two

[brat_inslayage]

"Dinah," Kennedy said dubiously. "What are you thinking?"

Re: Camp Two - Corridors out of Camp Two

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Hmmmm?" Dinah met her eyes, trying to look innocent. "That I need a two-way radio. Or a set of phones that work. Has anybody tried phoning from inside any of those doors yet?"