Winchester/Fairfield Expedition - Camping

[not_mafia]

[After a long day of traveling over the hilly, grassy grounds of Nostos after a quick trip in the TARDIS, the sun is slowly starting to inch its way down to the horizon, the light catching on the clouds and making quite a spectacular sunset view. It's time to halt the traveling and rest the animals, get those tents pitched and crack out the canned foods. You're pretty deep into the Dead Zone, now, and stretched before you are rolling plains, with the only foliage being the golden grasses and some shrubbery. The air seems quite a bit warmer than it was in Paradisa as well. It is not an empty plains, though; buffalo roam the area, generally pretty tranquil as they graze on the grasses, sometimes lifting their heads to look curiously at the residents. Well. If they had eyes, that is.]

CAMPFIRE | TENTS | THE GROUNDS | THE BUFFALO

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[putuporshutup]

Yeah. [She paused, not really sure how to elaborate without mentioning most angels being dicks... and that was a whoooooole other conversation.] People are rarely what they seem to be where I come from. It's just plain stupid to trust anyone.

[Meg squinted and let her eyes flash while Lara wasn't looking. She could see just fine in the dark when she let them go black, so she'd know if anything tried to ambush the camp.]

I figured as much.

[lara_the_explorer]

Figured what?

[Lara was still looking through the binoculars with her Muggle eyes]

[putuporshutup]

That those things will be everywhere. Glad to have another set of eyes up here. I have a feeling it might not be the quietest of nights.