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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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"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."

"Well, she got a little bit antsy when she thought I was seeing other doctors." Yep. "But no, she's pretty down with just being fuck-buddies from what I can tell. And, well, it's you and me, right? We're us. Maybe she just missed having that us."

"Enough to kill you last time," Dinah said glumly. Then tapped her foot against his again. "Yeah. That's probably a lot of it. So you and Navaan aren't gonna be serious? I'm assuming she's one of the ladies you got lucky with during the weirdness week."

"Assume away. And yeah, I don't see us as being serious. She doesn't seem the type, you know?" Priestly shook his head. "Man, I can't believe that was last week. The island is going to owe us a day of raining ice cream or something after this."

"We never did get to curl up and do ice cream and movies after the kids left," Dinah pointed out. "I am crashing at your place... oh, damn, right, Dean's there too. Well, you can crash at my suite. Food and hanging out and nothing serious, after we get out of here." Which they would, damnit. "Then you can tell me if any of the other ladies were the type, maybe?" Heh. Good to be bale to talk about something other than the suckfest they were currently in the middle of.

"Now now," Priestly said. "Telling would be ungentlemanly. I may have the ears and tail right now, but I'm not an animal. You're on for the ice cream, though. Dean or no. Though he'll make you watch Doctor Sexy. Guy has a total crush on that guy. And you can play with Stevesie -- whoooo I'm guessing has probably eaten half my pantry by now."

He was really glad he kept a lot of food around his apartment just now, yeah.

"I don't mind watching that! It's fun, and the heart surgeon is awesome." Dinah beamed, then snickered. "Oh, man. Getting a pet right before one of these things... at least with his little paws, he can get into all that stuff?" She did not envy him the clean-up when he got home. "But if you don't tell something, I can't tell you things. So you have to tell me things!"

"Wait, there's things to tell? About a certain well be-armed archer guy, perhaps?"

"Maaaybe." Dinah bounced, and popped a bar pretzel into her mouth. If she squinted a lot, they could be back in the dorms comparing notes. "Maybe I kind of told him to man up, sorta?"

"Nice! And did he?"

"...I don't know, I came to the Island to meet future kids right after that." Dinah made a face. "He probably thinks I'm the one playing games by now, since he hasn't seen a shred of me since then. Although! I did get to kiss him. And stun him." She grinned. "Serves him right, Smirky-Man."

"A kiss! That deserves a high-five."

This was what best friends were for. You could be starving and grungy in a dank dungeon maze that likes to throw vampires and zombies and Nazis and weird magical leaves at you, but you could still sit around, eat junk food (okay, food pilfered from Nazis) and celebrate life's little victories.

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