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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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"I don't have a hot tub," Priestly pointed out. "And it depends on the coffee, though I'd even settle for instant crap, right now."

"But you do have a tub," Dinah teased, getting to her feet and cracking her neck. "Ow. Okay. Today's mission: find Priestly coffee. So he'll give me food. Or possibly," she winced. "A neck adjustment."

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"I want a super power where I can magically produce food from nowhere," Priestly decided. He climbed to his feet as well, wincing a little when he put pressure on the cuts on his leg from the vampire fence.

Ah well, there wasn't much they could do about that now, anyway.

He reached out to give the back of Dinah's neck a quick rub. "We'll get some warmed massage oil," he said. "For after your bath."

It was nice to dream.

"Ohh man. I would never leave your place if you had magic food-appearing abilities." At least given how she felt right now. Dinah whimpered a little at the neck rub, then nodded wistfully. "MMmkay. C'mon. Let's double-check your legs, wash them off a bit. Then get going."

Priestly kind of just wanted to get the scavenging over with, but he knew better than to argue. "They're fine," he protested anyway. "We need to save the water for drinking."

"You want them to get infected, then spend a week in bed on antibiotics after this?" Dinah asked, raising an eyebrow. "We'll find some more water out there. Or something to drink. I'm not thirsty anyway."

"Liar," Priestly said.

He was constantly thirsty, down here.

Still, he sat back down against the wall, legs tilted towards the fire for better light, and started unwrapping the bag bandage, still tied on with his eyebrow ring.

He was going to have to get that repierced when this was all over.

The scratches on his leg were pretty red and angry looking, but not too puffy, and not oozing anything nasty. Priestly was pretty sure that was the best he could hope for, down here.

Dinah had come back with a dampened bit of maternity wear-- at least it was softer than the bags. She dabbed very gently at the edges, and asked, "How much do they hurt? Should we track down some drugs for you?" Or anyone else, too. Although she didn't anticipate finding a nice bottle of ibuprofen anywhere.

"Yeah, I'm thinking the closest we'd get to medical supplies down here is leeches." So Navaan would have supplies. . . .

"Euugh." Dinah made a grossed-out face, then sat back on her heels. "Rip up another shirt for new bandages, or are you good with what you've got there? They look... mostly clean." As clean as anything got down here.

"Won't say no if we've got a shirt to spare. The bags are a little scratchy."

Dinah darted back to the pile of maternity clothes, and found a pair of jeggings that no one had been able to fit into made of cotton. "These should work." And were a bright purple-and-green floral pattern, for blending in to -- tropical forests, maybe. "Somebody was saying that there's keys to a door that might be the way out. We should probably look for that too."

Priestly started rewrapping his leg with the jeggings. Wow, they clashed with themselves, much less his pajama pants. "The keys, or the door? Those halls rearrange themselves all the time, from what I can tell. No way is any maze that complicated."

"I know, but what good are keys without it?" Dinah grimaced. "I was also thinking that phones, or walkie-talkies, or something so we can call people back here. I haven't run into anything close to that useful yet." She was quiet a minute, then said, "Some of those pits have to go somewhere, right?" Stupid ideas for the win!

"No," Priestly said, eyes going wide. "No! You are not going into any pits!"

Don't make him tie you down, Dinah.

"Not without rope! Or a way to get back. Or communicate. But what if-- what if the doors are all a trick? What if the only way out is through something without a door?" Dinah sighed and put her head down on her knees. "What if we open that other door with the keys, and it's just-- nothing?"

She'd had waaay too much time to think about this stuff lately. "I know there's no rush, but. People keep disappearing, Priestly." And it was freaking her out.

And if there was some kind of giant worm at the bottom of the pit waiting to eat people who tried to repel down -- Priestly could think of entirely too many different horrible things that could be in the pits. So, no, he wasn't going to let her try that. Maybe if someone else wanted to.

"Hey," he said, holding one arm out. "C'mere."

Dinah stared at him a moment, then crawled over to bury her face in his shoulder. "I don't like not having any clues. I don't like not knowing what I have to fight," she whispered, hanging onto him. "I know I'm not making sense, but I'm so scared we're going to miss something."

"Hey," Priestly said, giving her a firm hug. "We'll get out of this. We always find a way out. That's what Fandom does, bad stuff happens but we're all too awesome to stay down and we figure it out and it's all okay." He pulled back enough to try and look her in the eye. "Hell, we got out when the entire multiverse was disappearing. This dungeon's nothing."

He managed all that with a smile on his face, and he even mostly believed it. Fandom could do anything.

"We just got to stick it out together. Which means you don't get to disappear down some pit."

"Okay." Dinah closed her eyes, keeping back tears. She heaved a sigh. "Okay. Right. Keys. Door. And... a new plan after that, if that doesn't work, right?" She opened her eyes and smiled at him. "Better than disappearing. We can do this." Freaking-out time, over. Back to work. "Let's look for soap and drugs and booze and better clothes. And chocolate." Aim high!

"Oh man, booze." Priestly nodded. "Doubles as an antiseptic! And a painkiller!"

They definitely needed to find booze.

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