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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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nookiepowered

"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?

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blondecanary.livejournal.com

"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.

From:

nookiepowered

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."

From:

blondecanary.livejournal.com

"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."