Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Friday

[not_a_whiner]

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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Camp One

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Camp Two

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Camp Three

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Camp One - The Room

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Camp Two - The Room

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Camp Three - The Room

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Camp One - Main Space

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The central chamber is dimly lit but light enough to keep out the grues. There is a torch grafted to the wall every few feet, its flames flickering but never going out. A single water fountain rests between two torches. When activated, it releases a thin stream of water. In one corner, there are bags on the floor, big enough to be worn by an adult-sized human.

Camp Two - Main Space

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The central chamber is dimly lit but light enough to keep out the grues. There is a torch grafted to the wall every few feet, its flames flickering but never going out. A single water fountain rests between two torches. When activated, it releases a thin stream of water. In one corner, there are bags on the floor, big enough to be worn by an adult-sized human.

Camp Three - Main Space

[not_a_whiner]

The central chamber is dimly lit but light enough to keep out the grues. There is a torch grafted to the wall every few feet, its flames flickering but never going out. A single water fountain rests between two torches. When activated, it releases a thin stream of water. In one corner, there are bags on the floor, big enough to be worn by an adult-sized human.

Camp One - Alcoves

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Between some of the torches there are little alcoves, just wide enough to fit a single human being lying down.

Camp Two - Alcoves

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Between some of the torches there are little alcoves, just wide enough to fit a single human being lying down.

Camp Three - Alcoves

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Between some of the torches there are little alcoves, just wide enough to fit a single human being lying down.

Camp One - Fireplace

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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 an onyx tankard seems to lead the tiny army.

Camp Two - Fireplace

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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.

Camp Three - Fireplace

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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 teal deer bobblehead seems to lead the tiny army.

Camp One - Corridors Out Of Camp One

[not_a_whiner]

Torches line these walls - thank god - but in the distance this corridor breaks into two, and then three. There are visible shadows in the distance, and sometimes, an unearthly rattling noise can be heard.

You can also hear the wind rushing through the corridors as soon as they start branching.

Camp Two - Corridors Outside Camp Two

[not_a_whiner]

Torches line these walls - thank god - but in the distance this corridor breaks into two, and then three. There are visible shadows in the distance, and sometimes, an unearthly rattling noise can be heard.

You can also hear the wind rushing through the corridors as soon as they start branching.

Camp Three - Corridors Out Of Camp Three

[not_a_whiner]

Torches line these walls - thank god - but in the distance this corridor breaks into two, and then three. There are visible shadows in the distance, and sometimes, an unearthly rattling noise can be heard.

You can also hear the wind rushing through the corridors as soon as they start branching.

OOC

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Let us know down here if you have any questions, or if you moved your character to another camp and want us to update the list!

Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[whenshewasnice]

Another day, and they were still here. It'd been long enough that Natalie had routines. Just small ones, like what she was doing now. Waking up from some hours of uncomfortable sleep on her bag bed, she pushed herself up to sitting, then pulled the hem of her t-shirt up some to examine the progress of the bruises on her hip and her stomach.

Still there. And to think she'd bothered to be annoyed about a few little hickeys just last week.

Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[lockestheway]

Well. This camp wasn't exactly more comfortable - or much different - from the one Peter had woken up in, but at least he had one more friend here than he had back there. That was worth something.

Still, it didn't make his ritual of wake-up-grab-for-electronics-that-aren't-there-curse-the-universe-under-his-breath any more fun.

Re: Camp One - Alcoves

[not_a_whiner]

After getting stuck in the memory room for what felt like hours yesterday, Kaidan... wasn't in a terribly great frame of mind. He could push through and head out and find some stuff, and he would.

But right now... right now he'd curled up in one of the alcoves, staring silently at the wall. Thinking.

Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

Yesterday (http://fh-dungeon.livejournal.com/2168.html?thread=550008#t550008), April decided, had been a lot of fun. She'd have to do it again sometime.

Like today. She wasn't super hungry yet, but that would probably change, and in the meantime she'd just be checking out the snack options from her position under a torch in a corner.

Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[stykera]

After managing to tear himself away from his memories yesterday, Stark had bolted back to the camp. Well, bolted as fast as one could manage with the heavy gravity pressing down the way it had.

Since then he hadn't slept. He thought he might have dozed briefly but he wasn't sure. He had spent a lot of time pacing, as quietly as he could.

He had stopped pacing at some point and was now seated on the floor watching one of the torches as it flickered. He didn't want to be in the dark. Of course, he could always take off his mask and provide a little light that way, at least for a while.

[if anyone wants to borrow the alien as a walking nightlight, he'll totally go with you if you ask and he'll try his best not to flail about it. Although I will be at work and verrrrry slow until about 5ish EDT]

Re: Camp Three - Fireplace

[nottrivial]

The fact was, Alec was having a really awful week, and you could tell that because when he set a hot dog (the only one left in the pack he'd found) on fire, that was by far not the worst or most surprising thing that had happened.

He did yelp and leap up, despite his rather disturbingly low bar for crappiness, but he was only human.

Well. Human and angel.