fh_dungeon | Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Wednesday, Day One of Two

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Dungeon Residential Camps, Somewhere, Wednesday, Day One of Two

The first day had been eminently entertaining - but the Toymaker was already growing bored. He reached in and tweaked the strings of his tiny universe, adding subtle changes: speeding up time, moving hallways. One of the two might be more noticeable than the other, but he looked forward to seeing if Fandom's finest felt the time discrepancy.

He split this day in two. Bound the pathways of the first and second camps together. And sat back.

The maze changed. That was what it was built to do. Its denizens would just have to find ways to cope with it.

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

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The central chamber is dimly lit but light enough to keep out the grues. There is a torch grafted to the wall every few feet, its flames flickering but never going out. A single water fountain rests between two torches. When activated, it releases a thin stream of water. In one corner, there are bags on the floor, varying in size, some big enough to be worn by an adult-sized human.

After visiting a really messed up and probably radioactive world, Emily -and hopefully Atton- had found her(their) way back to camp, and she was now using the water fountain to keep herself relatively clean.

She looked like she was really needed a nap soon, too. After feeling cleaner, though.

Jono had taken up camp in the main area and was keeping an eye on the state of things at large, here. Yesterday had been a long day, and a few people had come back a little worse for the wear.

They still needed supplies. Food and weapons, mostly. Clothing, if possible. He was keeping an eye out for anyone who looked willing to go foraging. The waiting game clearly wasn't going to get anyone out in one piece. Especially since so many were prone to taking off alone to play hero.

Sigh.

Dinah had dropped into an exhausted sleep very late last night after the cliff-climbing, but she was awake now, and after talking with Karla, badly needed something to do. "Hey. Any news on anything?" She held out a banana. "Banana?"

"We're not the only camp here," Jono reported, sounding tired. "Raven's halfway to being a vampire, and I've got an armload of luggage in my alcove if anyone has need for maternity wear, more orange TicTacs than anyone should rightly own, or lighter fluid."

A beat, and then he was making an almost desperate grab for that banana. Almost. He hadn't eaten in days, and the way his hand was shaking as he tried to peel it probably attested to as much.

"Thanks, luv. Any news on your end?"

"Sam and I found a cliff-side beach. And when I say cliffs, I mean-" Words failed her, so she gestured far, far above her head. "The food was at the top. There's no way we could make that climb every day, even if the food was there again, which it might not be. It was a welcoming party for someone else."

That Spaniard had been really unsure about letting them take the food, too.

"So. Good for gathering seaweed. Not much else, though." She bit into the orange slices she'd hoarded, and rubbed her eyes. "Raven's turning into a vampire?" Well, shit. "That's... horrific. Is that a thing? Do we have to worry about that happening to everyone? Like getting eaten like the pony did?" Slowing down might make her make more sense, but probably not by much.

"Pony? Pinkie?" Jono really wasn't following entirely. He was tired. He had at least managed to get into the banana, though, and didn't much care if he was talking around a mouthful of food at this point. "There was a room that led to... some version of Fandom full of vampires. Raven was attacked there. I don't think that's something we'll have to deal with unless we run afoul of one that's keen on dragging us over."

And in the meantime... he was huge and full of blood. Apparently that meant that he was going to volunteer his services as idiot blood bank from here on in?

He wasn't going to say as much aloud.

For he was noble and self-sacrificing and stupid that way.

"Okaaaay. Maybe put a sign on that door. Here Be Bloodsuckers." Dinah was getting a little more awake as the sugar from the orange worked its way into her system, and grimaced as she realized what she'd blurted out. "On my way back, last night. I saw the pony talking to someone, or something, in the shadows. Annnnd then it slurped her up like a vacuum cleaner and just-- nothing."

Jonothon hissed a little between his teeth.

"So there are things out in the corridors as well." His expression went a little more dour than it had been a moment ago. A little more solemn. "Things that eat people."

Because, insane though she was, Pinkie still counted as 'people.'

"This bodes worse and worse, the more we find out about what's going on."

"Yeah." Dinah really hated that Dean had called it with the 'food and entertainment' option. "So, looks like we can manage not to die of starvation or exposure, if we keep finding stuff. Buuuut the downside being there's no way people should be going out alone." Which they shouldn't be anyway, but impulse control would get more shaky as people got desperate. "And I still didn't see anything that looked like a real exit." Another bite of orange, and offering a section to Jono. "Clothes. And that lighter fluid, for a torch. Then I guess go out again today. Find more food. Something else." She frowned. "And mark passages... we got a little lost on the way back."

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Jono offered the orange with a thankful nod and a trembling hand.

He was fine, blast it.

"If the passages weren't so bloody dark, I'd suggest marking th'walls with charcoal. It's not a optimal solution, not if anyone's torches go out, but at least it's better than nothing."

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Bel had tried his best to turn a sack into a pair of pants, but it wasn't comfortable. But at least his demon business wasn't front and center anymore, OK?

He was still trying to shimmer every once in awhile, and cranky that it didn't work.

"Oh good, you've got clothes on today."

Well, sort of. And hello to you too, Bel.

Bel eyed Sam. "Is that really you, or have you also been replaced by your more surly older double?" he said.

Sam sighed at that. "I'm still me. Dean...yeah, surly older double sounds about right," he said. "It's seriously weird, and that's saying a lot coming from me."

"Yeah, I'd probably freak if I ran into some older Phoebe or something," Bel said, not without sympathy. "So how's it going otherwise? Other than, oh, waking up here."

"I was doing a lot better a few days ago. If I miss my junior year finals, I'm going to be pissed," Sam said. "How have you and Phoebe been doing? Is she here too?"

Dinah and Sam had come back with food. Not a *lot* of food. One big meal's worth for everyone, or two if they rationed it. But still. Food.

Also, napkins, anyone felt like trying new fashion options.

"Dinah?" Raven called, cautiously approaching her.

See, look, she was fine, she wasn't going to pounce and eat you. Well, at least not right now.

"Raven," Dinah said, equally cautious now that she'd talked to Jono. "Hey. You look... okay?" Mostly? Sort of?

"You know." Raven could tell just by the way she stood and spoke and looked at her.

"I will not harm you," she said.

Dinah smiled back at her, but didn't move closer. "I was turned into a vampire for a while. Remember?" She sighed. "I know how hard it is to act normal when that's happening." And that hugging someone who was that hungry would be a biiiig mistake. "I'm so sorry this happened."

"I can only hope that this will be undone," Raven said. She was doing her best not to let her sorrow and fear get the better of her right now. She had to remain hopeful. Had to.

"I am not entirely changed," she said. "I think I am caught in between. My body is not entirely dead, and I still have my soul."

"Good. See? We can work with that. I didn't stay a vampire. This is Island weird. People get fixed all the time." Dinah grimaced, then offered, "Can you still eat real food? We've got some left. Some nuts and cheese, I think."

"I do not know," Raven said. She hadn't felt hungry for anything other than blood, but the thought of real food didn't make her feel sick, at least. "Perhaps I should try."

She sighed and pushed her hair back from her face. "It was Professor Maximus," she said. "But I killed him." She was saying that a lot lately.