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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.

| Day 1: Calm

| Day 2: Animals

| Day 3: Sandstorm

| Day 4: Mansion

| Day 5: Thomp

| Days 6&7: Long way

Comments

[perpend]

"Sounds like a plan," Cabanela said cheerfully. He w was no soldier, but they had managed to get this far, hadn't they? He was determined to keep everyone safe. Somewhere, Jowd probably had some sort of sneaking suspicion that Cabanela was up to something and he would be right.

"Have you spotted something?" he asked, after scanning the area without any luck. Not that they needed an excuse to huddle together in a protected group, but if the other man saw something that Cabanela had missed, he was going to make sure he saw it now.

[whowillsaveyou]

"That sound," the Doctor answered. "Like a beast, a hungry one. Hunting, perhaps." They made good prey, out in unfamiliar territory, many of them hardly in shape for this sort of adventure. Squinting at the landscape, his hand rose, pointing into the distance. "There. I thought I saw..."

In the distance, a cat-like figure slipped from behind a rock, only to vanish again in the shadow of a glass spire. The Doctor kept his eyes towards it as he spoke. "Did you see it?"

[perpend]

Cabanela glanced up into the distance, hand shielding his eyes to look out. "Yeah, I see," he said slowly, brows quirked. He couldn't make out what it was, but whatever it was, it was big. "I don't think we can take that on with a stun gun at this distance," he said. Maybe they'd get lucky, but he didn't count on it.

Cabanela was used to hunting down people, not animals. Especially not big animals. "We should keep the ones who can't fight towards the middle. I just hope there's just the one and no more lurking around."

[whowillsaveyou]

"Yes, an excellent idea." And one he'd already thought of, but he wasn't going to say as such. It was more important to work on actually getting people safe. Was it too much to hope there was only the one?

Another yowl came in, and the Doctor frowned. "Keep your weapon ready. Beasts can be quite fast, especially when hunting."

[perpend]

Cabanela kept his eyes focused on the direction of the cat, trying to see against the odds if there was another. He couldn't tell, and that made him rather uneasy. "Looks like some kind of wild cat, too. And here I was hoping that our little exile would be free of things trying to eat us."