Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Thursday

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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 One - Main Space

[throughaphase]

"Yes! We've been here four days and there are no clues, no gloating, no demands, no nothing," Kitty said, actually a little offended at whoever was in charge here. "We don't even know who has us. It's like this bad guy has no common decency."

Re: Camp One - Main Space

[bitten_notshy]

"Bastard. Next thing you know, he'll be taking away our bowling shoes," Jack said, going for lightness and falling short.

Re: Camp One - Main Space

[throughaphase]

Kitty paused.

"I think I've developed Stockholm Syndrome for the bowling shoes because that just made me sad."

And then she'd have to find shoes.

Re: Camp One - Main Space

[bitten_notshy]

"Really?" Jack asked, raising an eyebrow. "So I suppose that means we shouldn't make delicious bowling shoe soup for dinner."

Re: Camp One - Main Space

[throughaphase]

"That's just gross. I'm not desperate enough to eat anything that probably tastes like feet," Kitty pointed out. "Yet."