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(( A-Three is entering from Beach via the Travelling Thread ))

"I daresay that nothing in this place is safe." A-Three replied quietly, just loud enough for his companions to hear him. Ah gods, at least that had stopped the singing, as Three hadn't been at all sure what to make of that, his ears catching the strains of Fiver II's tune even though he'd been trying to ignore it. Didn't help that he was trying to keep all his senses on maximum alert. He was really trying his damnedest to hold back yet another great sigh. He really had to stop doing that, couldn't be good for his oxygen intake.

"I say we approach, but with caution, if we must undertake this endeavor and..." He shook his head, "I don't think we are at all alone." He'd seen a flash of color, figures in the fog of the cornfields. Likely it was some of the members of the other squads, or perhaps even their own. Ah grand, he wasn't really keen on a grand reunion.

[Entering from Epsilon base!]

E-1 ran after E-10, following her lead, though it was easy enough to follow the light. It was painful going, as she ran past the stalks, the leaves would lash the cut on her arm, memento from the earlier fight. E-1 could only hope that whatever this light meant, it wouldn't be a repeat of the goddamn horse fight.

When she finally caught up to E-10, she was just as aghast at the sea of red and orange, with the lone pink figure terribly exposed. Oh crap. She rushed towards him alongside E-10, hoping nobody had noticed the guy in pink was E-13 yet. Despite the urgency of the situation, E-10's nick name for him startled a laugh out of E-1.

As she drew nearer, though, she had a sudden burst of inspiration.

"Hey, idiot!" she greeted him, mock-cheerfully, then switched to a whisper. "Cut a piece from your cloak and use it to cover your number!"

(( I fail at reading, one post only ignore this 8D ))

[Entering from Lighthouse Traveling Thread]

T-5 had lost t-13. They had been walking, but he had fallen behind again and the fog had been getting thicker. The one thing that seemed to bring them here, the glowing lights, seemed to be the only thing that kept him feeling that his friend would be close by. "Thirteeeeeennnnn." Theta-5 hissed, calling out as best he could without, hopefully, incurring the wrath of another hell horse. Once was quite enough for him.

"Thirtteeeeeennn, where are yyooouuu?" He called out again, embarrassed how his whispering was turning out more of a whine.

((Z3's entering this from the Traveling thread because Han's slow as molasses getting her bearings!))

Despite his initial lag behind the other bodies called "team mates", Z3 never truly lost track of them-- or at least, he managed to rightly assume they'd be traveling towards the same glow that caught his own eye upon slipping into the area.

Everything seemed to have a relevance in this dread place, and he was quick to note a very familiar gleam about the beacon's color. A pendant? He had no way to be sure if it was a trap, short of letting some less intelligent clod test the waters in front of him, but it was most certainly worth investigation regardless, and so, with purposeful steps, off he went in slow pursuit of it.

It didn't take long to start picking up on the sound of other familiar voices along the way, either, though the tall rows of corn made it difficult to pick out a body's position. Hmm...

Best to at least have his stake in hand, he figured, God forbid someone or thing decide to leap at them from the murk.

[Zeta Eleven is entering dis here thread from the Soviet Cornfield.]

Zeta Eleven arrived alongside Eta Hermione and Gamma... something. But not alongside them. He just happened to arrive at the same time they did. He narrowed his eyes at the two, not wanting everyone to think he was associated with them in any way. Supporting cast. He'd show them supporting...

Wait. Everyone? There was an everyone, a gathering drawn to the light like moths to a flame. He suddenly felt less inclined to be there, not entirely sure being a part of a large group of complete strangers was the best plan of action on this island. Though, they weren't all strangers, something he realized with a creeping sense of dread. The glaring light made the oranges and reds of his former alliance all too clear, and he suddenly wanted the fog to swallow him up completely. It was like seeing an old girlfriend... or at least what he assumed that to be like.

"Oh. Hey. How are you? Me. I'm fine. I found someone new. They think I'm a woman, so yeah, I don't need you anymore."

Though amongst the familiar sight of the people he had spent his first day with, there appeared to be one in particular who looked too familiar. He squinted through the orange haze of his mask, swearing he had spent more time staring at that one body more than any other.

He looked to the gloves. The light flashed across the etched number. Alpha Ten.

"What the ********?" he shouted, pointing squarely at her. "No. No. No! No. ******** that!"

"OH GOD THEY'RE ATTACKING GET READY-" A7 bellowed as someone came charging for him. He rose his mace, ready to strike them down before they-

-hugged him? What?

There was a woman clinging to his face. He vaguely considered slamming the mace down anyway, but just barely managed to keep his cool.

"I uh. Do I know you?" A7 muttered, trying to peel the woman off of him.

He let out a yelp as yet another woman started hugging him. He couldn't decide if he was pleased or scared for his life.

"Ladies, seriously now, not on the first date."

(( -snip- just saw the one RP post rule. XD ))