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d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel
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x marks the spot | umber&georgie [day 1] Oct 17, 2024 13:53:47 GMT -5

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Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Oct 17, 2024 13:53:47 GMT -5

”A GOLD COIN!” Georgie raises her treasure in the air. The very peculiar light that is only projecting on the pool that they’re splashing in hits the metal. The light bounces off the coin and redirects to the face in the tree. Georgie just stares in disbelief at the light magic, mouth wide open. Her eyes can’t decide what to look at, they dash from the coin to the tree and then to Umber. ”There must be a treasure chest in here!”

The pair don’t leave the pond with a whole chest of gold, just the fair share of one coin each in their hands. ”Disappointing! Well at least nothing has tried to kill us,” Georgie squeezes a few dregs of pond water from the bottom of her skirt that she didn’t quite manage to save from hitting the water. ”Apart from you and the career, but at least you got the sword! We could’ve drowned but got a gold coin each! I’ll take near death experiences if it means getting cool stuff!” In no way did Georgie just nearly drown. When Mayor Cham opened the Health and Wellbeing Leisure Center a few years ago, the first thing he did was sign his daughter up for swimming lessons. She’s one of the very few kids in District Six who knows how to swim.

”Lets find somewhere a little drier to rest up!” The light is starting to fade and Georgie doesn’t fancy waking up to frogs croaking in her face. They’re cool little creatures but at least tortoises are quieter.

With an even heavier purse to haul, Georgie takes the lead on directions this time. Though not so much a lead, she makes sure Umber’s shoulders are aligned with hers even if they’re a whole lot of inches taller than hers.

Wetlands turn to something more manmade. Her nightmares have come true. ”We’ve done a full circle!” Georgie stomps a foot on the crumbling stone ground she thought was long behind her. ”Is this all that there is in this arena?” She says, looking up at the ruined castle that seems a little calmer than it did the last time we were here.

”It’s shelter I suppose! Lets find a part that actually has an intact ceiling.”

Dars.

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x marks the spot | umber&georgie [day 1] Oct 17, 2024 16:35:50 GMT -5

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Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Oct 17, 2024 16:35:50 GMT -5

It turned out that for all their running away, Umber and Georgie had ultimately wound up trekking in a huge circle. Umber had no way of gauging which way was south, or which was north. He couldn't identify markers like trees and bushes because everywhere he looked, there was an identical one staring back at him. He couldn't so much as round a corner without feeling completely and abjectly lost.

After they'd left the frog ponds they found earlier, Umber immediately was reminded of how fearsome the arena was in most places. The feeling of dread quickly resettled in his chest. The ponds were damp and smelly and he couldn't stand in one place for more than a few minutes without a frog trying to use his nose as a diving board, but at least in the time he'd been there he hadn't seen or heard a single tribute other than Georgie. The face, he thought, might have been warding the others away, keeping them safe. he didn't say that out loud though, because he knew how silly it sounded. Instead, he'd just pressed his lips into a thin smile and agreed when Georgie suggest they find some place drier.

That place ultimately wound up being the very first room the tributes had risen into. It was considerably darker now than it had been then, and though technically drier there was plenty of moisture hanging in the thick dark damp air, likely from all the holes in the ceiling and walls. He could see the plates the tributes rose up on in the distance, strangely new-world in comparison to the ancient ruins around it. But, at least so far, there were no other tributes.

He didn't want to take any chances, though. He shimmied up a piece of broken wall, flipped over onto his hands and knees to make it through a makeshift crawl space, and found himself standing in a still mostly-formed room, with only a single hole in the far corner.

"This should do!" He called, poking his head back through the hole to peer down at his friend, "Only way in is either through here or about ten feet in the air. At least we'd know if someone was coming!" He didn't mention that they'd also be trapped if someone did.