Dirk: > Set up camp.

[sickheartbeats]

[You've successfully put up a reasonably sized tent for actual camping near the lake of this Camp Fuck You Die place, putting to use most of Jake's handy adventurer's survival kit. Since that didn't take particularly long, you have spent your time since doing massive research scourging the Network.]

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[fightingcargos]

Jake: > Return to base.

[You're glad to have a base to return to! Strider has done a bang-up job setting things up. You go over the notes you have in your mind regarding your new locale, but you doubt that most of them will be very helpful. Strider probably knows the most important things already.]

GT: What ho strider!
GT: Im back!

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Welcome home, Sweetheart.
TT: I just fluffed up the pillows.

[You finish reading a passage before the faint glow behind your shades turns off and you lift your head. You've had time to calm down a little, being left few choices and all.]

[fightingcargos]

GT: *snorts derisively*
GT: I come bearing news! Not too much but enough so we can compare notes.
GT: Are you hungry?

[sickheartbeats]

[Of all the things, he'd ask about a detail you haven't yet considered. You take a beat to question yourself.]

TT: Not particularly.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Ducky. Me either.

[You sit on the other bedroll and cross your legs. Story time!]

GT: I managed to find out a bit about the barrier.
GT: Nothing too promising but youll be the final judge of that!

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Let's hear it.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Its a big loopy thing that keeps us from touching it directly. But sometimes people manage!
GT: This place used to be somewhere else--a field i think--and the barrier was harder to touch there.
GT: And not only is it keeping us locked tight! It is keeping various rogues on the other side at bay!
GT: People didnt seem too keen on busting the walls because of that.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: It's been damaged before.
TT: That makes it very much a possibility to leave.

[fightingcargos]

[You consider this.]

GT: Quite risky isnt it old chum.
GT: And not for us gentlemen adventurer types! For everyone else here.

[sickheartbeats]

[Ugh. Point to Jake English, who apparently picked up more quickly on keeping in mind that there are actual people to consider here.]

TT: Well shit.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Im terrifically eager to stage a jailbreak! I just.
GT: I havent seen any guns so far. Or weapons of any kind.
GT: Miss jennifer doesnt even look to handle a solid scuffle.

[Batgirl told you that this place was both good and bad. You decided to trust the soldier of truth on that one.]

GT: I also learned that the barrier is a timespace doodad that keeps things steady at home.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: It's going to take more explanation than "time doodad" to ease my concern.
TT: I'll look into it.

[fightingcargos]

GT: I figured that would be the case!
GT: Oh!
GT: And i learned that food and supplies are free of charge in the local joints! Thats one less thing to worry about isnt it?

[sickheartbeats]

[You don't really want to go into how very far from happy you are about the idea of settling down here, now of all times. Instead, you open up the network archive you had been working on.]

TT: The Mayor mentioned that.
TT: Have you seen him?

[fightingcargos]

[You fondly remember the polite tiny bug person.]

GT: Yes indeedy! He was part of my welcome wagon.
GT: Is he an alien do you think?

[sickheartbeats]

TT: A Carapacian, yes.
TT: The kind Roxy lived with in the colonies, or at least along the lines of that type.
TT: You remember him from your dream bubble, I hope.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Oh gosh!
GT: I didnt even put that together!
GT: To think something so familiar would be in this place!

[You aren't the only two here! Thank goodness. That means its just a waiting game until Miss Crocker and Miss Lalonde arrive! You are too happy to be embarrassed by your oversight.]

[sickheartbeats]

TT: You had no idea, didn't you.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Not a fucking clue my good man.
GT: He was dressed as a mayor! Not a derse or prospit person. Besides which i was distracted.
GT: But this doesnt matter because we arent the only people from our homeworld here! Home place. Dimension?
GT: Were not alone strider!

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Not to be a smartass about it, but I fiercely believe we've never been less alone.
TT: But I catch your drift.
TT: I can't be the only one kind of unnerved by how content the little guy is with staying in place.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Well.
GT: I dont want to be a smartass either but if the choices were your home and this place i can see how there might be some debate going on.
GT: Your home is your own of course! But this place seems less complicated.

[sickheartbeats]

TT: Touché.

[You casually toss a pillow at your friend, because you're all fucking adults here.]

[fightingcargos]

[You take a pillow to the face because Strider is a tosser. You then keep the pillow. Take THAT.]

GT: That is pretty much the end of my helpful information.
GT: Time doesnt move outside of this place and also we cannot leave.
GT: Something like that anyway! Grains of salt all around.

[sickheartbeats]

[Pillows are for chums, you decide. Not like you are going to get any shut-eye tonight, predictably.]

TT: I'd be willing to believe this was part of our trial if there weren't so many people.
TT: They actually have their own blogging network.
TT: I'll send you the file once I've archived them all.
TT: There's about six years worth of that crap, though, so don't get too hot and bothered for the infodump just yet.

[fightingcargos]

GT: Will do!
GT: I will try not to stay up all night researching.

[You have never done this but it strikes you that it might be fun to try.]