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.

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Re: An Aged Door

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2013-04-12 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"I think... it was, maybe only twenty, twenty-five feet?" Dinah was watching her younger self fall to pieces, Helena looking wrecked. She shook herself all over, and spared a glance of pain for that girl getting out of the car, then quickly looked away. "This way. I think."


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Re: An Aged Door

[personal profile] nookiepowered 2013-04-12 01:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Thanks." Bo nodded and peered through the mist. Facing away from her own past, their surroundings began to look less and less like Grimley with every step she took. "I'm Bo." The girl looked vaguely familiar, but she wasn't on Bo's roster of students; those faces, she could identify.

Re: An Aged Door

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2013-04-12 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)
"Dinah. Lance. Class of 2010," she added, keeping her eyes front. "Almost wishing this was the vampire world room." Almost. The sound of her crying was fading, and she really wanted to get out of here before something else showed up.
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Re: An Aged Door

[personal profile] nookiepowered 2013-04-12 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)
"I missed that one." She'd heard about it, though, from more than one person. More than one security brief, too. "Ask me how sorry I am."

Re: An Aged Door

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2013-04-12 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeeeah. They did a re-run of that in here. Somewhere." Dinah made a face, then stopped. Another memory was forming out of the heat waves, and she glared at it. "What now?"

...a city scape again. Only this time, they were on top of a skyscraper. New Gotham spread out before them. Dinah suddenly missed home like a punch in the gut.
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Re: An Aged Door

[personal profile] nookiepowered 2013-04-12 09:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yours? I've been through a lot of cities, but I don't recognize this one."

If they kept walking toward where the door should be, would they fall off the edge of the building, or was the surface as illusory as the memories of their past selves had been?

Re: An Aged Door

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2013-04-12 09:16 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah." Dinah's voice was a little unsteady. She could see the Clocktower from here, its face lit up like a beacon. From this angle, she realized they'd be looking from One Police Plaza. "New Gotham City. I, um. Go base-jumping from here, sometimes."

Aaaand there she goes swinging by, woo-hooing and happy in her costume.

"..it's an interesting place." She poked forward with one toe, trying to see if the rooftop ended beyond the balustrade.
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Re: An Aged Door

[personal profile] nookiepowered 2013-04-14 02:27 am (UTC)(link)
Bo blinked a bit; swinging from high places wasn't her personal idea of a good time, but... "They've got memories in this place that aren't the sack of crap ones. Who knew."

Re: An Aged Door

[identity profile] blondecanary.livejournal.com 2013-04-14 02:29 am (UTC)(link)
"Wha--?" Dinah gave up, not having the energy to bullshit. "Yeah." She looked a little sheepish. "And it's just a memory. My foot's hitting something here. We won't plunge thirty stories to our deaths." She paused, looking around, imagining the chill and the breeze, hearing sirens far off. "Probably to make you wish to get out of here even more."