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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:

filleauloup

Éponine didn't regret the island for a moment -- well, maybe when it did things like this, but those were aberrations. This room, though . . . she was convinced this was some kind of punishment.

"S'pose I deserved it," she muttered, "though I can't say the same for you."

From:

bitten_notshy

Jack raised his head, trying his damndest to shake off the residue of the look on Jaromir's face.

"You didn't ask for that any more than I did," he said. "You were older, that's all. And even if you had to beg, he didn't need to beat you first."

From:

filleauloup

"I helped him," replied Éponine in a fainter voice, staring off at the scene under the bridge where her father was casting speculative looks at the men watching as her younger self left Azelma and Gavroche behind to make her way out to the street. "I always helped. He said I was a good girl, but he lied to everyone else, too."

From:

bitten_notshy

Jack slanted his eyes to her. "You know you're doing exactly what whoever made this room wants us to do."

As opposed to Jack's choice to repress and deny everything it made him feel -- which was completely healthy.

From:

filleauloup

Éponine gave him a half-smile devoid of any mirth whatsoever.

"It's nothing different from what I do any other time." Except the part where she normally didn't admit to it. She glanced briefly toward the place where they'd seen his memory, then back. "Should I pretend otherwise?"