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. ]

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Re: Camp Two - Corridors Out of Camp Two

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April whipped her neck to the side mostly in time, taking only some of the hit. It hurt a little, but not enough to stop her for too long.

"Cemeteries don't serve Happy Meals," said April, who had clearly never seen an episode of Wendy the Werewolf Stalker. "Camps full of freaked-out people do."

She aimed a punch at him, this one toward Victor's chest and meant to knock the wind out of him, then lunged forward while she had the chance.

Re: Camp Two - Corridors Out of Camp Two

[ultron_junior]

The punch missed as Victor jumped backward. He couldn't fly, but apparently if he were freaked out enough in a place with wonky powers he could hover pretty darn fast and far.

So April missed him. Unfortunately, he landed directly in the path of a Grue ... which did not.

So Victor ended up being something's dinner tonight after all. It just wasn't April's.