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Osmond groaned. That tumble into the pit in the forest seemed to have thrown out his back. He walked with a stagger back to camp and as the entrancing waft of something delicious tickled his nostrils, he felt his pain meld with a hunger pang. He strode over to the group nestled near the cackling fire, taking a seat in a stray space and giving a nudge of his chin.

"May I?" the officer asked, reeling pleading eyebrows up to whoever was in charge of the food. "It's been one heck of a day. Something good . . . like that food there could really, really help."

Marlo took his usual spot on his owner's lap, nodding his head in compliance with Osmond. "Aichi," he whined, more over his own hunger than Osmond's. Any food would do it for him just about now. Any.

With a shake of her head, she dismissed Lexis' attempt of help. "No, it's from that Houndour that attacked us last night. It bit my shoulder is all, and with all the activity is hasn't been able to rest much. I've been treating it, and it will be fine when this chaotic whirlwind of a trip is finally over." Until then, she would grit her teeth and bare it, making sure to keep it clean as possible when she could.

She sat in front of the fire and began working on making the popcorn, watching with cautious eyes as another trainer was laid out; this trip was a nightmare. "Have you checked to make sure he doesn't have a concussion?" She knew a good deal about first aid, and while she wasn't in much shape to be able to do much, she could help.

Ect.

Cael nodded and followed instructions. He was pretty sure being unconscious for a long time was bad. He tried his best to drag Dave very smoothly into place next to the immobile prisoner, tugging the blanket to cover them both. "Good, good boy Miles."

At Kira, "How?" he asked, unsure. Something about the eyes? He prepared to get out of the way if she was going to move in to help.

((I have to wash a generations worth of dirty dishes, back later, sorry. ^^'))

Koorie watched as Osmond came in and nodded, then turned her attention back towards the woods where she had come out of. No movement. Something wasn't right, and she could feel it in her gut. Someone should have been back by now if they had gotten that old man out.

Pulling out the half popped popcorn, she stood up and took a deep breath as her shoulder throbbed. "Something isn't right; the group that rescued me should have been back by now. There was only one other person in that pit, it shouldn't have taken this long to return."

Glancing around to see if anyone would follow with her, she turned and walked back towards the dreaded pit, hoping that, despite her shoulder, she'd be able to help.

@Anyone that wants to try their luck with the perilous pitfalls

Lizzie, throughout today, had been trapped by a lady with a soul sucking Litwick, accused a young girl of being a criminal, almost shot at a masked Rocket with her Lugia, got paralyzed by Thunder waves, fell into holes multiple times, and was now staggering into camp with multiple cuts and bruises.

"There's... people... stuck in a hole. That way." She pointed towards the direction she came from as she sat by the fire. Was it just her imagination or was it colder up here? She hoped that people would believe her and not think it was another Rocket trap, since she didn't have the energy to explain herself.

((There's a group stuck in a hole in the event forum and we're running out of tries to rescue people. Especially when everyone keeps on falling in. XD))

The trap had done its work, though all the prisoners had eventually been rescued, and Desdemona had been safely returned to her lantern. Juno returned to the campsite. She skulked in the shadows, well out of sight of the other trainers. Knowing her bright hair would be her most recognizable feature – not to mention the most likely to stand out against the dark mountainside – she had donned a brown capelet with a deep hood, just in case. The rest of her traveling garb was drab in comparison with her usual favoured colours, and not attention-catching.

She should have taken the first opportunity to get a head start up the mountain, right when she'd trapped those first seven trainers. Of course, Desdemona had been indispensable to the trap, but even removing her, their prisoners could have been stowed safely elsewhere and at least have earned them a few hours. None of her allies seemed to be ready to move out, either – were the traps truly meant to hold the others back so that Team Rocket could reach the summit first, or were they momentary nuisances of no true value?

Nonetheless, Juno knew she'd done well. She'd sprung the first, and so far the most successful, trap of any of her allies. Another step up the ladder. Juno parted the lantern's heavy curtains just enough to share a conspiratorial smile with her Litwick. Desdemona's flame was still bright with the energy she'd sapped from her victims, but the shroud hid it well. As she looked up at her mistress, the Pokémon held a tiny shushing finger up to her own wicked little grin.

Guess she really should go and help.

The pirate stood up, "Keep t' fire goin' guys, I'm goin' t' go and see if I can't help t' pit people. Feel free t' share t' food, and hopefully I'll be back shortly."

She grinned, and then strode off, heading in the direction that Koorie had gone, and that Lizzie had pointed to.