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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 ]]
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 ]]
Re: Camp Two - Alcoves
Re: Camp Two - Alcoves
"Nothing physical," she said with a shaky laugh. "The other-you says hi."
Re: Camp Two - Alcoves
'Cause she needed a second to get it together, as well as grab one of those ripped-up pieces of bag, in order to clean up Karla's wounds. This was about Karla. Not her. Breathe.... and good!
She came back with another cup of water, and some burlap, and said, "There was a buffet. We stole the place settings too."
Re: Camp Two - Alcoves
Which would help, right? You know, up until Dinah met up with Priestly?
"Stole a buffet, huh? Down to the plates? Remind me never to use the good silver when you come to visit." She hissed as the rough burlap hit the sensitive skin. "Should have gone with you and...whoever."
Re: Camp Two - Alcoves
Re: Camp Two - Alcoves
She thought about how she would have fared trying to climb a mountain--or even a rope--and sighed.
"I hate being worthless."
Come on, Karla. You bled blood, not emo.
Re: Camp Two - Alcoves