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 ]

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Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[trigons_child]

"I promise," Raven said. "Now, please, sit down before you fall over. You may lean against me."

And she'd keep ruthlessly scritching him into submission.

Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[furnaceface]

Jono hesitated for a moment at that. Really, if anything, the reason he wasn't flopping down to the floor all at once was because that might mean not being scratched behind the ear for a moment.

... Which was ridiculous, and he'd absolutely wonder what the hell was the matter with him later. But for the time being he would give a little nod, totter in place for a moment more, and then ease himself down to the ground to sit.

"Not too long, then. Anything could happen, after all."

Just five minutes.

Maybe ten.

Or so.

Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[trigons_child]

Raven settled down beside him. Look, she made a very comfortable pillow, Jono. Take advantage of it.

"Not too long," she said. Scritch, scritch, scritch. "Just a nap. And I will awaken you if I hear of any trouble."

Re: Camp Two - Main Space

[furnaceface]

And this time, when Jono's reply took him a moment to get around to, it was because he was already halfway to dozing off all over again.

"... Then... thank you."

She really did make a comfortable pillow. And he hadn't had a proper sleep in days.