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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.

And with a nod, Sable went as well, forcing himself to move in a manner that would not give away just how exhausted he truly was. Like hell was he going to show any signs of weakness. He knew that while the mansion wasn’t too far out of the way, it would still be a good walk to get there. He just hoped everyone else wouldn’t slow down enough that it became no longer worth their time.

For his own part, Aziraphale made very little effort to conceal his own exhaustion and discomfort. Really, the more vulnerable he was thought to be in this particular interaction, the better it would be in the long run, although, to be honest, he wasn't acting even a little bit. His feet felt like lead. He wondered idly how people did this sort of thing for fun, ran marathons and things. It seemed masochistic.

He did end up having to speed up a bit to catch up with the other man, who was walking at a more normal pace. This was a golden opportunity to find out more information about Famine, or whatever he was currently calling himself.

Now if only he could figure out how to approach the issue subtly. Asking "What happened to you after the Apocalypse?" seemed a little bit incautious.

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