Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Thursday

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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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Re: An Aged Door

[stykera]

Once he got up off the ground and started moving Stark hadn't wanted to stop and he'd walked, without really knowing where he was going or why, until he ended up at this door.

Once he opened it he stared, disappointed, at the empty landscape. He certainly couldn't do anything of use here. He turned to leave, hoping the door was still there, but jerked back around when he heard what sounded like his own voice crying out.

In front of him now were Moya's familiar corridors. Too familiar. He had gone over and over them, tracing this route to Command in his mind countless times. He whimpered softly. "No. Nonono."

He heard himself speaking now as he ran, trying to find a way that was not blocked by locked doors. "Decompression! Decompression! Where to go? Where to go? Where to go?"

And then he heard this shadow of himself scream as he reached yet another sealed passageway and knew that there was no way to get to where he needed to be. There was no way to reach Zhaan before the end.

He watched himself fall to the ground, howling in despair. And then he watched as he reached up towards nothing as Zhaan's voice echoed in his head. "Stark - Stark - link with me my beautiful. Guide me to the place of rest. Melt into my spirit Stark... So that I may share my last moments, with the man I love."

"Always together. Joined as one."

"Peace of mind, peace of spirit, peace of soul. Goodbye my love."

Stark could only watch, tears rolling down his cheek, as the other him stared into the empty air, hand outstretched towards what would now forever be nothing more than an echo of a beloved voice. He hadn't even noticed that he had fallen as well and was now on his knees, unconsciously mimicking the memory he was being forced to relive.

[could be open for camp 2/3 though I need sleep]