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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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"Hanging in there, luv?" Jono had been attempting to check in on everyone that was looking particularly vulnerable since they'd gotten trapped in this bloody place, which meant that people who were more or less able to hold their chins up and keep on keeping on were tabled for at least a little while. "It's been one hell of a week."

He was looking fairly tired, himself. But at least he was clothed, and he'd managed to scrounge together food here and there over the past few days. If a handbag full of orange TicTacs counted, anyhow.

Jono was starting to really hate orange TicTacs.

"Pff," April said dismissively. "I'm having a blast. Don't worry about it."

That wasn't quite as sarcastic as it sounded...

"I'm going to worry," Jono countered. "I'm a worrier, you know that."

His ex was a vampire, one of his best friends had been prone to curling up in the fetal position in her alcove since a vampire damn near tore her throat out. Something had eaten Pinkie Pie. Jono was in a prime place to worry, here.

"You look to be more or less in one piece, at least."

"Always am," April agreed.

He would be fun to mess with, she decided. With his worrying and the way they'd been friends before. It was just a question of how.

Jono twitched a faint smile in reply to that. At least some people were holding it together down here, that much was refreshing to see, at least.

He was going to ignore that twisting feeling in his insides as she replied to that. It was fatigue speaking, maybe. It was the situation as a whole. He hadn't had a proper sleep in days and hunger was catching up to him. That's all it was.

"Well, if there's anything I can get for you, Sunshine. Something I should keep an eye open for on my next supply run... just let me know."

April considered that. "Can you get me... a working battery-operated blender and forty-two bendy straws?"

"... If I come across a place liable to have either, I'll be certain to grab them for you, luv."

The bendy straws probably would have been easier to find the other day, when he was rummaging through baggage full of... crap, mostly.

April snapped her fingers into a finger-gun. "You're a pal," she said.

If she sounded a little more callous and offhand than usual... well, yeah. Came with the territory.

Jono was giving April a dubious sort of look, but he brushed the callousness off as... stress, perhaps. Something about this place that was getting to everybody, really.

"I try," he settled on, finally. "If there's anything else you need later, luv, don't hesitate to ask."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," April recited lazily. "Bored grandpa Jono can't do shit to fix anything, but gives me the spiel anyway. I got it."

That was a bit mean.

Maybe just a tiny bit. Jono pulled a breath between his teeth, trying not to let it show on his face that he felt a bit as though he'd been punched in the guts at that.

"This has precious little to do with boredom," he intoned, a little flatly, as he studied her face. "If you'd rather, I can leave you be."

Let them all starve or be systematically exterminated in peace. He seemed to be good at not being there when it mattered the most, after all.

"Yeah," April said, examining her fingernails. "Go get some fourteen-year-old's hopes up that you're actually able to do something to get us out of here."

"And if hope is all I can give them, then I'll damn well do it," Jono replied, voice still flat. But he stood all the same, giving his head a shake. "We've been through worse, April. I might not personally be able to do anything to make this go away, but I'll do what I can to keep people going long enough for someone to."

"Whatever gets you through the day," April replied. "Or whatever time this is." Then, innocently: "You wouldn't happen to know, would you?"

Edited 2013-04-12 19:07 (UTC)

"Haven't the foggiest." Jonothon's words came out a little more quietly than he would have cared to admit. "Haven't so much as seen the sun in days, and my phone's dead."

And he was no good at actually sleeping at the best of times. He had nothing to go by, when it came to trying to figure something like that out with.

April's resulting expression was that of someone who had just had her point proven. "Yeah, didn't think so," she replied. "Darn."

"Knowing the difference between day and night down here isn't going to make or break us," he pointed out, sounding somewhat terse. "Starving to death is far more likely, and so far... we're getting by."

He hadn't had a decent meal with days, but that didn't mean other people weren't.

Wasn't it convenient that at that exact moment, April's stomach growled, loud enough for Jono to hear?

Very. And she was pleased about it. "Yeah," April said, very dryly. "Good thing you're here."

Jono's face fell, at that.

Of course she was starving, too. Of course.

"I'll go on a supply run," he mumbled, brow furrowing as he stared at the floor. "Get something to bring back and pass around. There's usually something. I won't give up today until I've come across enough food to bring back to make it worth everyone's while."

It was a big promise, he knew, but if all he'd been able to manage since getting here was making a meal of himself and playing escort down the hallways sometimes...

"Uh-huh," April said, very dubiously. "We'll see how that goes."

"I suppose we will," Jono intoned, and then pulled in a deep breath and squared his shoulders.

He did a good enough job tearing himself apart in situations like this. He didn't need help.

"You enjoy... whatever it is you're doing to help us along, luv. I'm going to go and make myself useful."

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