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WHO: EVERYONE. All PCs thus far will be in this log, through active tagging or implication.
WHAT: THRILLS. SPILLS. Hiking trip toward the Diamond City.
WHERE: The Overworld.
WHEN: Forward-dated to May 1st (Tuesday) through May 7th (Monday).
WARNINGS: May contain violence or other mentions of physical harm. This is not summer camp.
NOTES: More information can be found on the OOC post here. Please read it!

Gathered in the morning haze, Sleepers were brought to the mouth of the Cave with plenty of supplies and equipment. Compasses that would point them toward the City. Backpacks full of clothes and food, medical kits, tents and even weapons. Stun rifles and knives — to fight off any unwanted company, they said. ("Watch out for their bite," Ryan had commented. "Those fuckers are downright feral.") The straight and narrow path would get them there in six days if they kept a good clip. They were sent off just like that. Refusals to leave were met with a wall of guard force officers blocking the entrance back into the cave city. No way to go but forward, unless someone was particularly stalwart about remaining.

From the exterminator's station near the mouth, leaving the Cave was as simple as a short hike upward into the fresh air of the Overworld. Dust and an uncomfortable sort of heat pervaded the atmosphere, light winds stirring up the sand and teasing the meager bits of vegetation that had grown. No matter what direction you looked... it was all wasteland, cracked ground and desolate emptiness. Jutting up from scarred ground were boulders and small spires made entirely of glass and patches of stone; instead of reflecting the harsh sunlight, they seemed to absorb it and only add to the muted loneliness of the atmosphere. As far as the eye could see, there was no life to be found.

With no other option, the Sleepers eventually made their way onward.

Being hunted by animals was actually new to Jonas. Jaffa, Replicators and other aliens yes but not actual wild animals. So he admit-tingly wasn't quite sure what to do, nor was he sure what his role models in these types of situations (Colonel O'Neill and Teal'C) would do.

Figuring it would be easier with less weight, Jonas dropped his pack to the ground and aimed with his stun rifle as he joined others in scanning the landscape for the new threat.

[Anyone up for some powers discovery?]

At that sound, that huge, echoing sound, Mal instinctively dropped her pack as well. And the rifle. What would she do with it? Pulling the knife out instead, she flipped it once in her hand and then let it hang by her side, her limbs relaxed.

Not that she'd ever done this before, either, but acting like an idiot wouldn't keep whatever that thing was from killing her, so she might as well keep it together.

"Can you tell what direction it's coming from?" she said quietly, eyes shifting from side to side to survey the land in front of them.

[ooc; yeah let's do this thang]

Shaking his head, Jonas kept the rifle up against his shoulder, keeping the weapon aimed as he looked around, just as Teal'C had taught him.

"No. And I hope that doesn't mean there's more then one and we're surrounded."

She glanced around, then over her shoulder. She couldn't see it, not yet, but it was getting louder. Maybe it was the odd landscape that made it so difficult to tell where the noise was coming from, but either way, they couldn't take any chances.

"Back to back, if we don't know where it's coming from," she murmured, and then looked at Jonas steadily. "Any objections?"

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