Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Sunday Morning

[not_a_whiner]

The dungeon had shifted again overnight.

This time it was different, however: no new corridors were formed, no new rooms were opened. One camp's corridor led into another's led into another's, and from there, a path straight forward towards the vault. It would not be hard now for the Fandomites trapped inside to meet and congregate.

Was the Toymaker making it easy on them? Possible. But not very probable.

[ camp one | camp two | camp three | ooc ]

Comments

Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[whenshewasnice]

"Hasn't been yet."

Well, she usually wore jeans so at least the backs of her knees weren't exposed for too easy massive damage. But guess Envy was just going to be overly confident, what with the habit of wearing short skirts with boots up to just below the knee.

"But I don't fight to lose, anyway."

Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[lockestheway]

"I'll eat my weirdly-shaped and probably not entirely healthy apple to that," Peter said. He held it up high in an exaggerated salute.

Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[whenshewasnice]

"That doesn't look like it'll keep the doctor away," Natalie judged, tilting her head. "But there are no doctors to keep away, so it'll do."

Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[lockestheway]

"Seriously, though, a weak point that happens to double as an erogenous zone?" Peter asked, taking a bite from his fruit. "Val would've had a field day with that one."

Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[whenshewasnice]

There were a lot of ways in which sex and love were going to be Natalie's downfall thoughout her life.

"But she's not here," she told him. Or really, what was little left of her candy bar. "And you seem to be doing just fine with it on your own."