Special Collections, Sunday Morning and Afternoon

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Morning came with soft pink twilight filtering in past the toadstools, and a light drizzle of rain that might not be entirely well-received. The camp at the foot of the giant toadstools had been left undisturbed that night, reasonably warm and quiet, as if Special Collections was trying to make up for weeks of sleeplessness on the Fandomites' end.

That kind front only stuck to the camp, though. A little further off, towards the entrance they had taken to get there in the first place, more and more black cracks were materializing before they fizzled away again.

[[ wait for the ocd up! ]]

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Base Camp

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... is now a mess of tents and other sleeping places underneath the toadstools, with some fire pits in the middle for those needing a little more heat.

Base Camp - Common Area

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The fire in the pits had fizzled down as night went on, but the logs were still in place, and fires could easily be reignited.

Re: Base Camp - Common Area

[lockestheway]

Peter was here, cooking a sausage over the fire. Okay, the sausage was one of those gas station pickled sausage affairs and didn't strictly need to be cooked, but he found it calmed him somewhat.

His annoyance at Jono was starting to wear off enough that he was actually considering going around trying to keep people motivated, which was HIS IDEA and not Jono's, thank you very much.

But for now: sausage.

Re: Base Camp - Common Area

[whenshewasnice]

"Are there any more of those?"

Natalie had been surviving the last 24 hours or so mostly on chocolate and sheer stubborn willpower because she simply hadn't been hungry. But, she'd also survived both a bickering D&D game and a couple of hours in the labyrinth last night. It was time to consider eating something.

Mr. Moxy flopped down at her feet as she took a seat on a log near Peter.

Re: Base Camp - Common Area

[lockestheway]

"I bought a three-pack last time I went to visit my parents," Peter said. Being Peter, he evaluated whether or not sharing with her would work in his favor, then decided that 1) keeping his fellows here fed probably meant a better chance of getting out of this, and 2) so far, Natalie seemed like someone useful, so he reached into his pocket and passed her the second one.

Re: Base Camp - Common Area

[dollpocalypse]

Topher flopped down next to Peter, looking tired and... well, like someone who'd been hit four times yesterday.

"My game of D&D did not go as planned," he reported.

Yes, Topher. Peter knew this. Because the game had not exactly been particularly quiet. And there had been radio.

Re: Base Camp - Common Area

[stykera]

Calmer than yesterday, or perhaps simply more exhausted, Stark was huddled against a toadstool this morning rather than pacing agitatedly.

Today's muttering had taken on a new tone. Today there were prayers uttered softly. He still wasn't convinced that the lost were truly dead, it hadn't felt like large amounts of death when parts of the island vanished. But they were still gone. All of them. And he was Stykera. If there were not dead to deal with, dying to cross over, those lost to this darkness could at least be remembered and mourned. He could do that, at least. There were no prayers that he knew for this. Of all those he had accompanied in their final moments, none had ever been like this. So he would say what he did know. And if any deities were left to watch over or hear them and if the other side still existed (if this wasn't, in fact, the other side itself), he did not believe that using the wrong words would matter.

He wouldn't mind an interruption though. Far from it.

Re: Base Camp - Common Area

[bitten_notshy]

Jack crept out of his tent and went to sit by the fire, claiming a small can of fruit as his breakfast.

He glanced around to the others, curious as to how long their numbers would hold against the encroaching black. It seemed as much as he could hope that no one had been lost overnight.

Re: Base Camp - Common Area

[dollpocalypse]

Topher was just going to sit here and dissect a toadstool, and you couldn't stop him. Nope.

Re: Base Camp - Common Area

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

After his little side trip to a hospital, Bruce decided to just take a seat under a toadstool and wait to see if anything else happened. After all, he couldn't be sure if he might be taken to a different world or if the dark clouds would force their way in. Absolutely anything was possible now.

Re: Base Camp - Common Area

[solo_sword]

Jaina wasn't as quiet today as she was yesterday. Blame having to listen to Dungeons and Dragons talk for a good part of her morning.

Today she was going through the supplies she'd brought, trying to organize and figure out what they might need if they were here for a while. She was hoping this would be completely unnecessary, but it gave her something to do.

Re: Base Camp - Common Area

[atreideslioness]

Ghanima had Hania bound tightly to her back as she knelt by one of the fire pits. She'd placed a long, even rock in the center, and was tending it as she made some naan from the small stash of supplies she'd brought from her hotel. In the same fire, she had coffee brewing in a small pot.

She was Fremen; cooking in this manner was nothing new to her, and there would be plenty to share for today, at least.

Re: Base Camp - Common Area

[solo_sword]

"So who's your friend?" Jaina asked, stopping rather than just passing by.

Base Camp - Tents and Secluded Areas

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Maybe you've gone to sleep slumped against a bookcase. Maybe you're hanging around your tent. Either way, there's plenty of room for anyone to make some space for themselves.

[[ consider this the special collections equivalent of your hotel post. Location in the subjectline ('Ender's Tent', 'Topher's Claimed Corner By The Bookcase', etc) and keep any sexytiems to personal journals. Feel free to set up a post and then link it back here. ]]

Re: Base Camp - Tents and Secluded Areas - Phoebe and Cole's Tent

[sensethevisions]

Phoebe hadn't gotten much rest, but was sitting in front of her and Cole's tent. She had pulled out a notebook and pen and was writing in it.

She kept looking around with interest that might not be a very good thing. She was running on enough sleep deprivation that she was getting really curious about Special Collections and where they were.

Look, when else would she get a chance to explore the place?

Re: Base Camp - Tents and Secluded Areas - Hanna's Tent

[new-it-girl.livejournal.com]

Hanna was just going to sit hear in her her tent. This was after she handwavily ended up trapped in some weird labyrinth for much of yesterday.

Or maybe that was an excuse to hide for awhile. She was sure Special Collections would not let her do that for long, though.

Base Camp: Special Collections Daycare

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine hadn't planned to be doing this. She'd planned to spend the day sniffling and being clingy in a sleeping bag, as you do when your best friends in the world seem to be dead. With maybe a side order of wandering around sniffling and clinging to the few left alive.

She got as far as wandering around sniffling and looking for a bathroom. After (thankfully) finding one, she'd started to sniffle her way back to Katchoo... when she heard the sounds of the only thing that might stop her from sniffling: a sniffling child.

Under the shade of a very tall toadstool, next to a shelf full of narrow, but colorful books, sat a little blonde girl in a pinafore, clutching a ridiculously snowy white lamb.

Wiping her own eyes, Francine crouched down beside her. "What's wrong, honey? Are you lost?" she asked, thinking the girl must belong to some townie or alum Francine had never met.

"Nooo. They won't let me..." Sniff! "T-take my lamb to schoooooooool!"

"That's kind of silly considering how many people around here randomly turn into ani---" Chunk-chunk. Doink-doink. Ba-BING. "Your name wouldn't happen to be Mary, would it?"

"Uh...uh-huh!"

So. That would be why there was a giant toadstool with a Francine under it in a rocking chair, the ground/floor scattered with pillows, coloring books, juice boxes (don't even ask), crayons, and small, fluffy, unrealistically cute animals and children.

Except for Georgie Porgie, who was sitting in Time Out for repeat offenses of unappreciated kissing.

[If you have any real children who need watching, they're welcome to join the party. If your character wouldn't leave their child, they're welcome to hang out here too and let the kiddies play. If you've got characters doing something elsewhere and would like to just mod your kid as being/having been here, that's cool too.]

Special Collections

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Unpredictable and dangerous, Special Collections was still happy to snatch the odd person and dump them somewhere strange.

Special Collections - Pandora

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From a lovely guide to the flora and fauna of Pandora (http://james-camerons-avatar.wikia.com/wiki/Pandora) filed in Special Collections to keep would-be poachers at bay hails... well, Pandora, full of snake-dogs and other mysterious fauna that might be trying to eat you.

Special Collections - Monkey Island

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Meanwhile, the guide to Monkey Island (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monkey_Island_(series)) was probably filed down here for being disproportionately silly. Be wary if you wander into this one.

Special Collections - TRON

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For some reason, Special Collection doesn't quite tire of racing around on big light bikes, though at this point it's more likely to give you a light suit and then leaving you to squirm amongst the programs and the eerie electronic city (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tron).

Special Collections - Everywhere Else

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But Special Collections has a lot more up its sleeve...

[[ ping in here with your adventures in other places. it's also fine to link to a post in your own journal. ]]

Re: Special Collections - Everywhere Else

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Tyrion went on a simple walk through some woods. (http://halfman-lion.livejournal.com/4074.html#cutid1)

Re: Special Collections - Everywhere Else

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Bruce had been checking around the camp to see if anyone needed help with anything. When he took a turn at a toadstool, though, he found himself inside a hospital (http://willbethenight.livejournal.com/21772.html). "This again?" Bruce asked before hearing a gun cock behind him.

"I sure hope you've got a good HMO, punk," a tough-looking doctor with a chinstrap beard said. "Because once I'm done with you, I'm going to be taking you straight to the emergency room."

OOC

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*flops*