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[Everything in camp seems calm now - quiet, even. The rumblings have stopped and the Virusaur is truly dead - a puddle of black blood that crackles a bit in the cornfield near the barrier. Camp's barrier itself is . . . odd. Different. Those who can get readings off of it will find them erratic, and off the charts in some instances. The air around it feels heavy. Thick. Something clearly isn't right around the barrier; it feels . . . off.
For those hiding out underground - a horn goes off over the speaker system momentarily, as a universal "all-clear" signal. There's still some signs of wreckage above ground from the empty buildings that were trashed in yesterday's chaos, but the clean up efforts are apparent. Marcy watches serenely from her silo. Chaos is everywhere and yet, for now, camp almost seems to be at peace, save for that pesky area around the barrier. Even the volcano, now looming off in the distance, is silent.
At the very least, the mess hall seems to be fully stocked with delicious, warm food now - comfort food. In the corner sits a thing of hot chocolate, with a bowl of marshmallows nearby. For those with less of a sweet tooth? Coffee. Sweet, sweet coffee.]
For those hiding out underground - a horn goes off over the speaker system momentarily, as a universal "all-clear" signal. There's still some signs of wreckage above ground from the empty buildings that were trashed in yesterday's chaos, but the clean up efforts are apparent. Marcy watches serenely from her silo. Chaos is everywhere and yet, for now, camp almost seems to be at peace, save for that pesky area around the barrier. Even the volcano, now looming off in the distance, is silent.
At the very least, the mess hall seems to be fully stocked with delicious, warm food now - comfort food. In the corner sits a thing of hot chocolate, with a bowl of marshmallows nearby. For those with less of a sweet tooth? Coffee. Sweet, sweet coffee.]