[IC] PLAYTIME~

[the9thdream]

[Upon stepping through the doorway, it's pitch-dark and a little cold--not unpleasantly so, but definitely with a noticeable difference from Camp proper. The floor under one's feet is hard and smooth, and makes a sound like tiles when one walks. There is an echoing sound, as if one has stepped into a large room. In the distance, things

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[foreverjustice]

[only nods, because speaking might give away his location, moving very carefully to his left]

[the9thdream]

[she giggles, the sound echoing itself to silence. for the moment, at least, there is nothing but the occasional dry rustle in the dark.]

[foreverjustice]

[is actually very quiet in the dark, trying to follow the sound of her voice but . . . also expecting that fail]

[the9thdream]

[there is no sound, but there is a definite sort of presence in the darkness--it's the feeling of somehow, somewhere, being watched, even if you're certain you're alone.

are you alone, flynn scifo?]

[the9thdream]

[OUT IN A CORNFIELD, somewhere kind of in the middle of nowhere-ish, there's a soft thump.

here's a philosophical question for you, kids: when a headless body falls into a cornfield and there's no around, does anyone notice?]

[holysiscon]

*not at first. but someone's been flying and teleporting frantically all over camp since Flynn went through the door! and eventually he will hit this cornfield.

and ahhhh

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH*

[foreverjustice]

[. . . is a headless dead body, with a broken sword next to him]

[holysiscon]

*lands hard next to him. not even screaming yet, just sheer disbelief*

No. No no no no no!