Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Saturday

[not_a_whiner]

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. ]

Comments

Re: Camp One - Main Space

[robinonadderall]

"How do you manage to pull that off?" he asked. Hell, he still wasn't fine from his mother's death.

Re: Camp One - Main Space

[bitten_notshy]

Jack smiled. Sort of. There wasn't much mirth in it. "By remembering that if I let myself start being sad, I might never stop."

Re: Camp One - Main Space

[robinonadderall]

"That any different from repression?" Not that he was judging. Stiles lived for repression.

Re: Camp One - Main Space

[bitten_notshy]

A denial rose to Jack's lips, but he realized it would have been a lie before it came out. "Probably not," he said. "But we didn't call it repression in 1900."