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 ]

Comments

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[newroutines]

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

"Uh, thanks?"

Seriously, what did you even say to that?

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[solo_sword]

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

She just kept on giving!

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[newroutines]

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.

Re: Camp Three - Main Space

[solo_sword]

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.