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 Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 1:47 am
It seems that the fog has all but disappeared, at least enough for a pathway to have unfolded from your destination towards other marked areas. Perhaps it is time to... expand territory. ((OOC: HOW 2 TRAVEL:Traveling between suforum locations is now enabled. Please follow the rules below in order to move subforum locations. Failure to use this subforum properly will result in a temporary rp suspension from the event.
- For EVERY person who wants to travel, they must post their character in this thread. This will put them in a TRAVELING suspended phase.
- Please make sure to exit post your thread before posting in this traveling thread.
- Simply post below in this thread a simple rp post with also your character's destination in mind ie: where are they heading? You can duo-post with someone else below and/or interact with someone traveling with you below, if you are headed towards the same location
- It will take 12 ooc hours (approx 4 IC hours) to get from one location to the other, you must stay in this thread for 12 OOC HOURS, you can rp it out with your 'travel buddies' if you want, only if you are headed to the same location.
- AFTER 12 OOC (real time) hours have passed, you may now rp your exit post from this thread and enter into your new subforums destination. Simply start a thread or invade a base camp, join the events, whatever you prefer to do in the new thread.
- Any travel to any destination as marked below, it will still require the same process as above (you can ONLY travel to these four locations)
- Your character can only head towards:
- The Beach
- The Cornfields
- The Abandoned Town
- The Lighthouse
- Everywhere else, the fog is still too thick to travel towards! Have a safe traveling!
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 3:30 pm
[ Zeta Eleven is entering Travel Phase at 6:28 PM EST. Frontier spirit!] Traveling. Alone. With nothing but his backpack, his thoughts, and a song in his heart. Well, everybody hurts sometimes. Everybody cries. And everybody hurts... sometimes.Songs were overrated. What kind of island had cornfields, anyway? Were they running out of creepy locations, so they had to fly one in from a haunted farm? They could have had at least tried to make a scary jungle. He felt as if he had watched nature specials during whatever life he had before this place. Jungles had tigers and snakes and gorillas who could crush your head with one hand. Those were scary. This place was just trying too hard. It was beginning to make his skin crawl. Or maybe those were his burns. "Shut up," he told his brain. "Shut up. Stop thinking. For once, stop thinking."
... Man, there was still an awful lot of fog. What sort of climate did this place have? Sure as hell not one that could properly support an agrarian society. That cornfield was probably just cardboard and wires set up by whatever haunted hayride hack was running this sick game. This was going to be a very long walk, he decided, if not a longer seven days. If he made it that far. Which he still wanted to... right? 
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 7:51 pm
Good lord, this was a lot of walking. The cornfields hadn't looked nearly this far away on the map. Then again, there weren't exactly any specific units of measurement to indicate just how far the locations were from one another. Something told him proper cartography wasn't the biggest concern on Spooky Island. If anything, at least he was learning that whoever he really was, he probably wasn't an outdoorsmen. How the hell had the pioneers done it?
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 10:28 pm
Ugh. Nothing in life could possibly be worth this amount of walking, especially not a scary, probably deadly cornfield. He briefly considered turning back around, honestly unable to gauge just how much further he had left to go. Why did he even bother to leave the beach in the first place? Oh, right. Because he killed someone.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 10:33 pm
[Alpha One travelling towards The Cornfields: 1:30 AM 4/7]
A-One made his way up along the path, watching for the fork that would lead them off to the right. He kept his pace fairly slow, looking back frequently to make sure the rest of Phoenix Squad was following, that they hadn't lost anyone. That nobody was coming up behind with unknown intentions.
It was going to be a long walk, but they had to get off the beach, get at least partway to their arbitrary destination before calling a halt. He kept an eye out along the path for potential places to rest - somewhere reasonably defensible, perhaps.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 10:35 pm
[Alpha Two travelling towards The Cornfields, 10:35pm PST 4/6!]
A-Two followed along - she was kind of tired from her slog through the sand, but this was for the Squad. She wasn't going to fail them. She was not the weakest link. Instead, she followed A-One's form... and made sidelong anxious glances at the fog. "Why's it so thick? Like, I don't think fog's supposed to do that," she said, with distaste, to the group at large.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 10:40 pm
[A-Nine traveling towards The Cornfields, 10:40pm PST 4/6!]
A-Nine walked along with the rest of the Phoenix team. The fog was curling in along the trail and hung thick like pea soup beyond. If it weren't for the presence of her other team members, A-Nine might have had been a little uneasy. As it was, she looked out at the fog with curious interest as she trailed after A-One.
"Maybe it's magic fog?" she responded to A-Two's question. She paused for a moment before adding. "It's kind of creepy, isn't it?"
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 10:46 pm
[Z4 headin' to the cornfields @ 10:46PM PST 4/6 ]
A distant singing could be heard, growing louder as the orange soldier approached, continuing heartfeltly. Traveling always went better with music, he felt. At least he felt it now and now was always, wasn't it? It made sense to him. "...Just a city boy, born and raised in south Detroit, He took the midnight train goin' anywhere..."
Where was South Detroit anyway?
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 11:04 pm
"Totally creepy," A-Two said, sidling away from the fog... which only brought her closer to the rest of the fog. She folded her arms over her chest, exasperated. "I thought, like, since there was a beach it'd be like, sunny! With like, palm trees and stuff! Totally uncool."
She paused at the sound of... singing? What the heck?
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 11:07 pm
[ A-Eleven traveling to the cornfields. 3:07pm JST 4/7 ]
A-Eleven walked along with the rest of the group. It felt good to be moving, and it was nice to get away from the beach. It had been eerie there. Not that it wasn't strange out here in the fog, but at least the path was new. That meant new things to focus on.
The song that Z-Four was singing seemed familiar to her, yet a lifetime away. She was certain she had heard it before, though. As she walked along and listened, she stared off into the fog. She wondered where they had been before coming to the island, and if they would ever see 'home' again. Find out someday, I suppose.
For now there was only fog. Certainly was dull, wasn't it?
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 11:08 pm
A-Nine grinned when she heard Z-Four singing. She slowed her pace some to walk nearer to her new teammate and joined in singing loudly. "...Don't stop believin' Hold on to that feeeeeeling~" ♫
What she lacked in musical talent she made up for with enthusiasm. "Come on, join in!" she nudged A-Two in the back. "Traveling is so boring. It'll make the time go faster!"
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 11:11 pm
"I, um, like... I don't know that one." She tilted her head to one side, trying to pull scraps of music from her memory and not coming up with much. Tiny flickers, tiny snippets of lyrics... but nothing whole. Nothing at all.
It was somehow deeply disturbing, and she shifted her arms to wrap around herself for a moment.
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Interesting Conversationalist
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 11:13 pm
[Z8 heading tot he cornfields also @ 2:13 am EST]
Zeta Eight trudged along with the rest of them, walking with a purposeful stride somewhere in the center of the group, mingling and yet somehow completely stand-alone. Perhaps it was the fact that she was completely lost in thought, staring straight ahead with a blank stare that was obvious even through her mask, every step the same as the last, the muscles in her legs visible beneath the suit. The only change was the way her hands clutched the straps of her bag, clenching every so often around the material.
Really, it was the only thing from making her look like a complete robot. Zeta Eight must have been thoroughly lost in thought. She did, however, look over at Zeta Four with a distinctly piercing stare as he started his song, and, had she not been wearing the mask, there might have been a distinctly flat look coming form his direction. Or maybe not.
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Posted: Wed Apr 06, 2011 11:34 pm
(A7 is heading to the cornfields at 2:32am EST)
A7 wanted to walk with his team. He wanted to joke, and maybe throw a few punches at those fruity singers, but his mind was hard at work trying to figure out just what had happened back there. He wasn't very good at figuring out things, and he needed peace and quiet to do so. So he'd walked just far enough to allow him to be able to tune out the lyrical stylings of his teammates. His hunched body was a dark shadow in the fog.
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Posted: Thu Apr 07, 2011 12:14 am
(( A3 is traveling to the cornfields with Z5 & A5 at 1:50 AM CST ))
Gods, this fog was thick, it was an absolute miracle that he could still see anything in this mess, and he had to wonder just what sort of otherworldly muck they were wading through, and he waved a gloved hand to and fro before his eyes in hopes of clearing some of it...but it proved supremely ineffective.
Double-checking to see that the others were still behind him, he managed a moment to whisper tersely. "Stay close...I don't much like this...mist...it seems to be even thicker as we go on, and the beach was a perilous enough situation for the lot of us." Sometimes, he would imagine he saw figures in the fog...and he could but imagine that his knuckles were going white about the hilt of his blade. This entire trip...A-Three was all the more convinced that no matter how terrible their lives might have been before they'd been dumped here...that going home had to be the better alternative.
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