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day 5

Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Saturday

And then the pathways slammed shut.

Oh, not all of them. Most of them simply rearranged themselves. But whatever had connected each camp to another had been violently stripped away. They were alone now, and they were easy prey. At least the winds had settled down...

The maze had grown more erratic, however. Instead of speeding up time for all, it was now slowing it down at random in different places. Anyone caught in a sudden bubble of it would find themselves slowing down compared to the rest of the world. Awkward.

[ camp one | camp two | camp three | ooc | note: feel free to mod knowledge of sholeh's gremlin key, dean's unicorn key, and the vault. ]

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

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Peter hadn't bothered to leave camp yesterday: he wasn't stupid. A little hungry, but not stupid.

He'd taken to laying down on his back and staring up at the ceiling, making revisions to his SO CHINA'S INVADING article in his head.

Natalie, having forced herself up and taken most of her scavenged food to where it could be split up by others, wandered over and dropped one of the shirts on him. The other, along with her new pants, hung over her shoulder, still. One thing at a time, and there were more important things in her hands.

"There's also breakfast."

That. Slightly bigger portions than yesterday, even. There was more of everything today. Including how tense and tired she looked. Day of abundance!

"Thanks," Peter said, holding up the shirt for a quick inspection before he shuck off his jacket. He dropped the new shirt on his lap and unbuttoned his current one - what, like anyone would care?

Probably not, with the amount of nudity they'd had around this place at the start. Natalie looking at the random food items from Rapture in her hands was less politeness and more general weariness. Besides, she'd seen him shirtless before.

She stayed quiet.

Once the shirt was on, Peter cast his old shirt aside. It was probably unsalvageable at this point anyway. "Where'd you find those?"

"Some underwater city," Natalie replied, idly enough, moving to sit down before handing over approximately half of what was in her hands. "Beautiful setting, not a great experience."

Peter accepted it with another "Thanks", taking a bite immediately. He'd... been pretty hungry, yeah.

"Something attacked?" he hazarded. "That usually seems to be the case."

"That is what happened, yes." Because that was how it worked here. "But no bigger injuries this time. Few scrapes."

Yay.

"Lift up your shirt?" Peter asked matter-of-factly.

"... What?"

Well, that was the first actual expression on her face today.

Peter rolled his eyes. "I'm just making sure," he said.

This was what Peter sort-of caring looked like.

Natalie sighed, but put her food down for the moment to pull her poor battered shirt up to just below her breasts.

There was the old bruise on her stomach, and little nicks and scrapes all over, with a couple of slightly deeper-looking gashes over her ribs on one side that looked like maybe cleaning them up and a bandage wouldn't have hurt things. But nothing that wouldn't heal with time.

"I'm fine."

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Raven was perfecting the fine art of vampire skulking and hiding out in an alcove. She'd put off feeding as long as she possibly dared. She'd have to today.

Except it wasn't just blood she was hungry for anymore, so she was double worried about her appetite now.

Cassidy had gotten cut off from the places she knew somehow in the middle of the night. She had tried to find her way back to the other camp, but no path she tried to follow had done anything but lead to bad things.

There was also the part where her Craft seemed to have weakened even further. Not having what power she was used to was tearing at her. She had taken to checking in all of the alcoves to see if there was anything she could do for anyone, which is how she found her friend.

"Raven?"

"Cassidy. You should not come any closer," Raven said. She could feel Cassidy's unease and it was almost making her salivate.

"You should check on Karla," she said. "I think she has need of a friend."

Cassidy did indeed come closer to her.

"I'll find her as soon as I'm done here," she said, cocking her head to one side. "What's wrong, Raven?"

"I was bitten by a vampire," Raven said. "And now I need to feed." She needed to find Jono or Kennedy. She'd gone looking for Jono, but her reaction to the emotions she was sensing made her frightened of her hunger.

Cassidy worried at her bottom lip. She knew what that usually meant, but she needed to verify what she was thinking before she could decide what to do.

"Feed. You need blood, then?"

Raven nodded, refusing to meet Cassidy's eyes. The vampire was hungry, and so was the demon, for the emotions it craved. It would be so easy to find someone and attack and drink of both, blood and fear.

"Yes," she said softly. "Blood and...emotion."

There were few vampires that Cassidy knew, but what she did know was that Raven was her friend. She was in Karla's Court, but she was a friend who needed help. She couldn't help with the meager Craft she had right now, but there were other ways she could assist Raven.

"Will it hurt a lot," she asked before she could change her mind. "When you feed from me, I mean?"

Somewhere, there were witches and males wanting to bang their head into things without knowing why.

"Cassidy, I cannot," Raven protested. Kennedy and Jono were one thing -- they could stop her if she went too far. But Cassidy was so young and innocent. And Karla already hated her enough right now. If she hurt a fellow Queen....

"You need to feed, Raven, you said so yourself." Cassidy said, extending her wrist. "It's better if you take from someone that is willing to help and not lose control and hurt someone else. I know what that would do to you."

She'd seen Raven hurting often enough over other things, after all. She squared her shoulders and gave Raven the best Queen Look(tm) that she could muster.

"Freely offered, freely taken."

Oh yes, she was invoking Protocol.

Dammit, Cassidy, that wasn't fair. Neither was showing Raven her wrist, blue veins pulsing with blood beneath her fair skin.

"Do something first," Raven said. "Go to the fireplace. Find a piece of wood with a sharp end. And you must hold it against my chest. And if I do not stop, you must stab it into my heart. Promise me that."

Cassidy had been around long enough to know that she needed to use anything she could to her advantage if she was going to help anyone. This was not a time for playing fair.

Her eyes widened as she realized what Raven was telling her. "You want me to promise to kill you if something goes wrong?!"

Raven, that was so not fair!