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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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From:

justlurkinghere

Derek did his most comforting of all moves by putting a hand on Stiles' shoulder at the memory.

And then there was the, "You were what?" DAMN IT, PETER AND LYDIA.

From:

robinonadderall

Stiles totally appreciated that hand on the shoulder, Derek!

"Dude, this was the highlight of this night." Later on was being held at gunpoint, being paralyzed again and watching Matt pistol whip his father.

It wasn't a good night for anyone in the series, really. Except maybe Peter and Gerard.

From:

justlurkinghere

...well then.

"We're moving. Now."

From:

robinonadderall

"Good idea. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take." He liked Derek and all, but he was uncomfortable with anyone knowing that much about his issues with his mother's death. Or death in general. God he hoped that night when he went off on Lydia didn't show up here.

"The old ass door has to be around here somewhere."

From:

justlurkinghere

Oh, like your issues weren't all over people, Stiles. Wait, they weren't.

Damn your ability to keep them on the down low.

Unlike Derek who was dragging Stiles with him out of the party and back into the woods. But this time it was dark out. And chilly. This all seemed very familiar. In the distance you could hear a wolf howling.

Yeah, it was going to be a fun memory for both of them.

"No. Not this."

From:

robinonadderall

Well this looked familiar. Stiles reached out to grip Derek's shirt again, really not looking forward to what they were about to see. A lot of crap went down in these woods but he already had a feeling about what this moment was.

"Just keep moving," Stiles said. "Just ignore it."

Yeah good luck with that.

From:

justlurkinghere

Which could only mean they stumbled right on Derek as he knelt over the body of his sister. Well, half of her body. Oh, Teen Wolf. You just like making everyone sad inside.

Derek nodded in agreement, fleeing from the scene before it could get worse. "Just find that damn door."

From:

robinonadderall

Keep moving and find the door. Great plan. Stiles fully supported the plan. The woods quickly melted away into what looked to be a mechanic's garage. And, oh hey, the door! Right there at the other end of the garage!

In between where a red hoodied version of Stiles was struggling to move on the floor on one side of the room and on the other side a screaming mechanic was about to be crushed by Stiles' jeep.

"Don't look, don't look, don't look," Stiles said as he tried to practically drag Derek towards the door. "Seriously, it's not pretty."

From:

justlurkinghere

If it helped, Derek was shoving him along too. And looking back to see what was causing the screaming.

NOT THAT IT WOULD HELP HIM.

"Next time we stay at camp."