http://makemyownway.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] makemyownway.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fh_dungeon2013-04-11 11:04 am

Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Thursday

The pathways of the dungeon had changed overnight. Anyone who had stayed in a room beyond their welcome had found themselves booted out back onto the hallways that belonged to their camp and feeling pressed down by the sudden increase in gravity. The doors of yesterday had closed. Other doors had now opened.

And other routes.

[ pathways | gremlins | space battles | room of the past | flooded room | free space | strange vault | ooc NOTE: room doors not belonging to your camp will lock when you enter. so please designate whether you're from camp 1 or the joint camp 2/ camp 3 ]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: hungover)

Re: A Brass Door

[personal profile] suitably_heroic 2013-04-11 03:27 pm (UTC)(link)
After the last room Atton'd wandered into, he really needed a drink.

Or to get shot. He wasn't sure he was exactly choosy at the moment about which one he wanted more.

So he came to the right place completely by accident. Well-- mostly the right place. There was something on his face that made a whole bunch of the locals step out of his way. (They probably knew guys like him and didn't want to tangle. Or maybe he just smelled that bad.)

He sank down at a chair with a strong drink. He wasn't going to ask questions.

[[ room 2/3 ftw! open. ]]
suitably_heroic: (dsp: whaddayawant?)

Re: A Brass Door

[personal profile] suitably_heroic 2013-04-11 03:56 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah," Atton said, taking another big gulp of his own drink. "Where else would I be?"
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Re: A Brass Door

[personal profile] suitably_heroic 2013-04-11 08:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"I don't care about can," Atton announced, slamming back a drink. "Just wandered into another room, don't want to deal, gonna keep drinking. You better do the same."
suitably_heroic: (lsp: ahhhh!)

Re: A Brass Door

[personal profile] suitably_heroic 2013-04-11 08:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Atton toasted him back with his (now empty, but not for long) glass. "This place remind you of anything?"