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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.

"Or they know and aren't telling." That was Jonas' theory. How could something like this happen and no one know? No evidence to tell a story of it's own? It just didn't seem plausible.

He too had been doing research in he library ever since he'd woken up and the lack of information still rankled him. "Well, we know there are no answers behind us, even if we could go back. The only way to go is forward." Logical optimism.

That was also a possibility she'd considered, and not something she would put past the ones who seemed to be in control here. The behavior they'd displayed so far didn't make her inclined to trust them.

"Of course," she answered, tucking the piece of glass she'd been examining into the pocket of her pants. She was curious about what might happen once they reached the city just as much as the rest of them were.

Dusting sand off her palms, she regarded him, thoughtfully. "What's your name?"

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