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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. ]
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. ]
Re: Camp Two - Main Space
"Yeah, baggy pajamas are definitely an improvement on that front."
Re: Camp Two - Main Space
Re: Camp Two - Main Space
She looked down at herself. "5-year-old spliced with insane bowler."
Because the horrible shoes were still there.
Re: Camp Two - Main Space
Re: Camp Two - Main Space
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Re: Camp Two - Main Space
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Exactly like normal-grade Natalie.
Re: Camp Two - Main Space
Exactly nothing, and she knew it. Hence the slightly exaggerated eyebrow raise.