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[At first the world behind Reaver seems nothing but green, in tall, chest-high jungle flora, but closer inspection would reveal these to be blades of rather normal grass, impressively thick, and there are larger, mountainous things that take up much o the background. The sound of animals and insects and the rustling of wind are all telling signs that he is in the CES. He examines his pistol, bemused.]
Well, this certainly has potential, doesn't it? I did come in to do some hunting, after all.
Mister Tennant, check in.
[Spam for Arthur]
[His correspondences complete, Reaver closes his communicator and tucks it away, starting back toward where he remembers the path being. It has seen enough traffic between changes that at a normal size it would have been simple to find. It's not so much harder, here. After all, the flood waters could have made him a good deal shorter.]
Well, this certainly has potential, doesn't it? I did come in to do some hunting, after all.
Mister Tennant, check in.
[Spam for Arthur]
[His correspondences complete, Reaver closes his communicator and tucks it away, starting back toward where he remembers the path being. It has seen enough traffic between changes that at a normal size it would have been simple to find. It's not so much harder, here. After all, the flood waters could have made him a good deal shorter.]
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Date: 2013-01-06 06:52 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2013-01-06 07:21 pm (UTC)From:It was bound to happen eventually.
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Date: 2013-01-06 07:31 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2013-01-06 07:51 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2013-01-06 09:18 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2013-01-06 09:42 pm (UTC)From:spam
Date: 2013-01-06 07:15 pm (UTC)From:He's about to start in the direction of the exit, when he hears some rustling in the grass. Cautiously, he decides to call out, hoping it's another person and not a snake or something. Then again, if it's an animal, the sound of his voice should startle it away... He hopes.]
Hello?
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Date: 2013-01-06 07:27 pm (UTC)From:Oh by all means, call out some more. After all, I'm not a predator of any kind looking for easy prey.
spam
Date: 2013-01-06 07:32 pm (UTC)From:They're animals. Human voices generally don't attract them. [He thinks.]
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Date: 2013-01-06 07:50 pm (UTC)From:spam
Date: 2013-01-08 04:41 am (UTC)From:Shall we?
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Date: 2013-01-08 11:35 pm (UTC)From:What, you wish to leave already? Where's your sense of adventure?
spam
Date: 2013-01-09 02:33 am (UTC)From:You were the one who was just talking about animals eating us. You want to face a giant raccoon right now? [THEY CARRY RABIES, YOU KNOW.]
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Date: 2013-01-15 07:56 pm (UTC)From:Private;
Date: 2013-01-07 03:24 am (UTC)From:What do we know about this...event?
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Date: 2013-01-07 03:51 am (UTC)From:Private;
Date: 2013-01-07 04:06 am (UTC)From:[Otherwise he wouldn't have considered this a big deal. He would have found it charming, even.]
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Date: 2013-01-07 04:11 am (UTC)From:Also, avoid large feet.
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Date: 2013-01-07 04:14 am (UTC)From:Private;
Date: 2013-01-07 04:23 am (UTC)From:I am also in the CES, so I will have to see you after the waters recede.
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Date: 2013-01-07 04:28 am (UTC)From:[Lark is in his quarters, and he can go a month without eating if he has to--the benefits of being a wolf in man's skin.]
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Date: 2013-01-07 04:33 am (UTC)From:Believe me, there's nothing in this place that is as fast as I am, regardless of my size.
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Date: 2013-01-07 04:38 am (UTC)From:Private;
Date: 2013-01-08 11:35 pm (UTC)From: