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day 4

Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Friday

A strong wind tore through the hallways. Inside the camps, it was only audible: no breeze flicked into the large chambers themselves. Outside them, though, torches would flicker on and off on their own whim, exposing the dungeon's residents to errant grues.

There was something to be celebrated, though: when the maze shifted overnight, its paths crossed and connected all three camps. Time for a reunion.

[ camp one | camp two | camp three | ooc as of yesterday, everyone in camp 1 is free to assume they know about the first key and the vault. ]

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At the back of the room stands a singular fireplace giving off some heat. On its mantle lies an array of little figurines, shifting day by day. Right now a decently-sized statuette of the kraken seems to lead the tiny army.

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Yesterday Maddie had watched herself get tortured, and she wasn't really dealing too well with that today. If anyone else got to that room, she was willing to bet they weren't dealing too well with things either.

So maybe that was frowning when she was looking at the figurines. Or maybe she was just wondering about the kraken and wondering how the hell someone was changing these while they were right here.

"I remember this guy. He showed up at the mess before my graduation." Dinah reached out to poke the kraken, nibbling on a stale Hostess cupcake. "It's all stuff from Fandom. Whoever's done this has been watching us for... a while."

"You don't think the figure's random?" Maddie asked, not having been here long enough to recognize anything.

"Nuh-unh." Dinah broke off a bit of cupcake and offered it to the other girl. "They had a locker the first day. There's one at the school that'll eat you and spit you out somewhere else if you're not careful. And there was some other stuff that you can only find on the Island. This is beyond creepy."

"Thanks," Maddie said, taking the bit of cupcake. "That's so messed up. So I guess they have to mean something?"

"Maybe?" Dinah frowned at the kraken, biting her lip. "I wish I'd been paying more attention to these little guys, if there is. Our luck, it's been spelling out an SOS for the last four days, and we missed the part about how to get out of here." She glanced over and smiled. "I'm Dinah, by the way."

"Maddie," she said. "I wasn't really paying attention, either. I just thought it was a random stuff. For the next crisis, I promise not to be so new."

"First one's always the worst," Dinah said, leaning against the fireplace. Okay, that wasn't quite true. But at least you knew you weren't going randomly crazy and the world wasn't out to get you by the second one. "We had harpies attack the island. God, they stank. How long have you been at Fandom?"

"Since January. We got through gender reassignment and kids and all that, but this is new," Maddie said.

Well, it was new for her in Fandom, anyway,

"If you or someone you know turns into a random animal, you might complete your first row of the Bingo card." Dinah took another tiny bite of the cupcake, and asked, "How are you liking it, aside from the random horrible kidnappings?"

"I like it, for the most part. Kind of thought I was getting away from the random kidnappings, though," she admitted, gesturing to her bandage costume. "And half the people from my universe are in Fandom. Cool classes, though."

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Victor's nanites had healed his gunshot wound overnight enough that he didn't think he needed a doctor or a mechanic or whatever he was supposed to go to, but not enough that he felt it was safe for him to explore. His arm was strapped against his chest in a crude sling made from a bag.

He sat by the fire, looking dejected as he watched the kraken-led army parade. It was a pretty sorry bit of entertainment; the next time he got dropped in a dungeon, he was going to have to find one with cable.

The figurines were once again different on the mantle. Which, you know, held abso-frickin'-lutely no clues as to anything. But another once over didn't hurt.

Dean felt along the bricks, hoping for maybe one of those Clue style secret passages that old houses sometimes had. And maybe old dungeons, you don't know. When he bumped over something vaguely pointy, he stopped and pulled out a knife to dig into the mortar and see just what it was.

A lot of digging and one ruined knife later, he had himself a unicorn statue. "...seriously?"

Turning it over, though, showed some interesting indentations in the base. Almost like it was meant to slot into something. Because, if there was a key... there had to be a lock.

"Look what I found, guys."

After way too exciting a time (http://fh-dungeon.livejournal.com/2688.html?thread=715648#t715648) out in the maze, and finding a raccoon-eared and tailed Priestly, Dinah and he both headed back to the camp with mixed bags of food, and some new shiny injuries. Ow.

Dinah flopped down in front of the fireplace. "Let's see. Ravioli. Peanuts, those'll keep for a while. Pretzels. Half a sandwich..."

"I've got rolls. Not the most balanced meal, but it'll fill ya up," Priestly offered, holding out his backpack. "Huh. This . . . looks pretty much exactly like my camp."

"Do you have a kraken over your fireplace too?" Dinah pointed up to the figurines. "It was a coffee cup, I think, a day ago." She reached out to pat his foot with hers, keeping contact. Scary adventures meant bonding afterward.

"I didn't check today," too busy being hungover, and heeeellll that headache was coming back with a vengeance. "But ours had rum yesterday. Not real rum. Mighta calmed some of us down if it were."

"Seriously. Damn, why didn't I steal a bottle from the bar?" Because she was running too fast to veer over and not get caught. "Who else was in your camp when you were there? Dean and Sam, and Karla and Jono are here. So's Raven." Umm... "About Raven. Uh."

"Mostly folks I don't know very well. Kitty's there, and Jack and Sholeh." He held up his hands, still wrapped in dingy bags. "She helped clean me up, after. . . . well, you know."

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"I ran into Jack two days ago. At a parking garage full of statues." Dinah took one of Priestly's hands to look at it, wincing. "These could stand to be changed, maybe? I'm glad she helped." Okay, spit it out, keeping things back never helps. "Raven got bit. By one of the vampires in that world. But she isn't totally a vampire, yet."

Priestly's eyes went wide. "Shit. Is she -- wait, how --" He shook his head. "Okay, so let's just get this out here: I don't know how vampires work. I mean, Navaan is totally different from vamp-you."

"Yeah? Different, how? I mean I figured she wasn't crazy-evil, but..." Dinah picked up a peanut to roll between her fingers. "Raven's already half-demon, right? So the demon that wants to move in when that kind of vampire gets made, it's having a throw-down with the one already there, I guess. She's holding her own in between them for now, she said." She paused, looking down at her hands. "When I got stuck in vampire-me's body, I was still me. Physically way different, and hungry all the time, but... I dunno. I guess the demon part got pushed out when the residents there did the spell to bring us to their world."

Priestly considered that. "Yep, I still don't get it." He shrugged. "But I don't get why I have a tail, either. I'm used to it. Navaan . . . she's sort of simpler, I guess? She's got fangs, but her face doesn't go all 'rrrrr'. She just has fangs."

Dinah snickered, relaxing a bit. "Okay, gotcha. And she's never been all 'I must make you a vampire and keep you as my pet', or we would be having words about the kind of women you date, Priestly." She spread her hands helplessly. "I don't know why vamp-me is like that. Maybe because she got turned into one when I was-- she was-- younger."