Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Thursday

[makemyownway.livejournal.com]

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

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"We're not in the house now." Tony, logic wasn't needed here.

Re: An Aged Door

[dressedinblood]

Yeah Anna was not so much with the listening to logic right now. "You don't understand," she hissed, her dark hair whipping around her dead-white face. I can't ever get out." Cas had freed her, and then what happened? She wound up right back here.

Re: An Aged Door

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

Oh, for the love of...

Tony tugged harder, intent on just getting them the hell out of there. Which was, of course, when this place looked less like a Victorian home and more like a private jet. A very familiar private jet.

Re: An Aged Door

[dressedinblood]

That surprised Anna enough that the whites came back into her eyes, some of the unworldliness fading and the girl peeking through. "Where--where are we?" Wait. "Is this an airplane?"

Yes, she sounded monstrous. She also sounded kind of excited. She'd never been on a plane before, after all.

Re: An Aged Door

[hoorayimrich.livejournal.com]

"I--" Tony started, staring at himself and his father sitting across from each other and joking about Obidiah.