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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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.