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[curseshit]

Moss, moss, everywhere. Luckily the terrain is getting smoother, no more sharp rocks underneath the green moss, waiting to break your ankles. The forest looks like no one has been here for ages. No B&B for you. The good news is that the animals don't fear humans and you should have no problem catching yourself some dinner.

[ mission: camp, try not to die, etc. ]

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[recurred]

[rummages through the community bags for some spare clothing and damps away from camp to finally change into something dry.]

[cabineyes]

[ not peeping or anything. who do you think i am?? ]

[recurred]

[ a peeper.]

[mid shuffling the dress she found on. adjusting the strap when she stops and rolls her eyes]

Olly olly oxen free.

[cabineyes]

[ wasn't looking!! he was busy setting up his tent. he really was. looks up when he hears her. ]

Need a hand?

[nosleeves]

[come on, paddy mcirish, let's go hunting]

[or he'll go on his own. either way]

[deer for everyone]

[wolfsoul]

[ oh did they go to the camp already or are they still on their way. ]

[ his little head is busy digesting all this new information. ]

[nosleeves]

[yeah lets say they made it, waited up, etc]

[about to make his rounds and looks back at the new lost puppy]

[wolfsoul]

[ he was raised by wolves i'm pretty sure he has mastered the puppy look perfectly. looks at him from where he's sitting by the fire alone because he's the New Guy. i imagine someone briefed him while they were setting up the camp. ]

Are you going hunting?

[dices]

[ this humid weather is reminding him of hong kong which is nice. kind of. at least there's no monsters waiting to happen.

setting up a small sheet to cover a bit of camp so they can make a fire in this wet weather. useful! ]

[mercyless]

[ helping him and holding the other end of the sheet while he ties it to the trees. it's hard when you can't lift your other arm but she'll manage. better than hook anyway. ]

Almost as good as Extreme Makeover the Home Edition, yeah?

[dices]

[ gives it a tight tug to make sure it holds and walks over to the wood, crouching to start a fire. it's so damp though it's probably gonna take a while even with matches and alcohol ]

Definitely. I should add this to my resume.

[mercyless]

What else is in there? Master Chef?

[ finishes her side of the work and walks over to watch him struggle. ]

[rhymeswithdesign]

[sitting on the mossiest and least pointy rock and smoking.]

[crossmyhearts]

[ hates all the humid air right now. and the moss and the mud, why is there so much moss everywhere anyway. ]

[ not wearing a bowtie because this place ruined it. his favorite bowtie and all the spares are in the TARDIS, it can't possibly get any worse. ]

[ except if he skids on the moss and falls on his ass. which he does. ]

[recurred]

[you..you're just sad right now.]

[she's going to stand there, amusingly judging him just for a moment before adjusting this stupid spare dress and crouching down to help him up]

Having a bit of trouble?

[crossmyhearts]

[ purses lips and tries to stand on his feet again. ]

I'm fine, I just need to-- [ there goes his foot again. looks up at her incredulously and gestures in her general vicinity. ] Oh, come on! How are you doing that... thing? The standing, you... you girl!

[sawedoff]

[that's a whole lotta deep dark nothing you have going on there tumba]

[i guess in camp. did he get stuck on cooking duty. we'll just say he's on cooking duty.]

[dices]

[ carries the dead bambi over to him. sry bambi. ]

The new guy caught that. [ there are also birds apparently. and. whatever daryl caught ]

[nosleeves]

[stuff.....and...and things]

[onsanityfair]

[ kinda doesn't feel right hitting dean up for some of the spread of roast beast. since she. yanno. with the betrayal and the one hit TKO. ]

[ luckily, she's not squeamish about fuzzy animals winding up as dinner, and she's been traveling alone long enough to have figured out how to get them from a state of dead critter to marginally edible people-fuel. ]

[ her fire is dinky as hell, though, as is her "tent." kind of just a propped up canvas tarp. ]

[foodporn]

[she doesn't feel sorry for her or anything. all on her little teenage lonesome over here. it's not like that. baka.]

[kind of edges up with her fingers hooked through belt loops, stops at the edge of her personal tent bubble where most people seem to have left her alone to, since anyone that didn't know about the thing have probably been enlightened by gossipy mcsmear campaign dean]

Smells...delicious.

[with nose wrinkle]

[onsanityfair]

...I know saying this ain't gonna do wonders for my rep around here, but. I would totally kill for some buffalo wings right about now. Spaghettios.

[ looks up from poking into the embers with her fire-poking stick and brushes some ash off on her knees. ]

Maybe just a bottle of ketchup.

[wolfsoul]

[ still feeling guilty over that bambi he butchered earlier. he's hungry as hell but that was nearly enough to ruin his appetite. while he was in storybrooke he ate burgers like everyone else and didn't really feel bad about it. now the hunter instincts are back and things aren't the same. oh the moral dilemmas. ]

[ waits for the kitchen department to do their duty while he sits in the edge of the camp, keeping away from everybody. ]

[noshoes]

[ coming from the water, dripping wet and all. there were two people over there eating each other's faces it was weird

sits next to him because why not. looks curiously
googly eyes ]

[wolfsoul]

[ who let a child tag along. glances at her like what. am i supposed to look after you? ]

[ looks around. no one is coming to pick her up. guys? ]

Hey, I've got an unaccompanied minor here...

[ no answer. ]