fh_dungeon | Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Thursday

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 ]

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Clint quickly holstered his blasters and grinned at her because at least he knew she was from Fandom? Ah, universes. "Eh, some of these guys are lightweights. They shouldn't be armed, they might hurt themselves."

"So you're not going to claim that they hurt themselves by picking a fight with you or anything?" Jessica offered. "Because if I were you - and I'm not, obviously, but if I were - that's the way I'd phrase it."

"Picking a fight with me might not have been the smartest thing, no," Clint admitted. "Do you need any money? I don't think I quite took everything they had."

"Well, that depends. This place seems sketchy enough that I was okay with the thought of dining and dashing," Jessica admitted. "I'm not usually one for that kind of thing, but I didn't exactly throw my wallet in my pajama pants before I was zapped here in the middle of the night, and I'm pretty sure that would be one of the lesser crimes committed here tonight."

"It definitely would be," Clint said, sneaking back over to where he'd left the unconscious mercenaries and rifling through their pockets until he found what he assumed was money. "Are you sure you want to dine here though? I guess desperate times and all. I feel like I should start sleeping with candy bars or something."

"If I can make it through a meal here without getting sick, that's more food for the less adventurous people in the camp. And if I do get sick, then I won't want to eat anything for a couple days anyway, so that's even more food for them," Jessica pointed out. "It's a win-win for everyone but my stomach."

"And who says teenagers can't be selfless," Clint said, handing over the goods. "If I was a better person, I'd recommend you stay safe, but I don't think that's easily doable here."

"Thanks," Jessica said, taking a quick look at... whatever the currency was. "And don't worry about me. I've had some pretty decent people teach me how to take care of myself." Cough cough SHIELD training cough. "I'll be fine here."

It was only because he'd met enough students that he actually sort of believed that. "Good. Just make sure you make it back to the rest of the group then," he said. "I'm thinking maybe I should go before I piss off someone else."

It wasn't like he tried, it just happened!

"I have no idea how you would possibly end up doing that," Jessica said. "Good luck getting out of here without too many new enemies."

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