Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-37603298-20181123221338/@comment-32987979-20181203231831

Zina had been out on a walk when she spotted a shadow trail. She began following them as if it were normal. However, when she appeared in Exile, she knew something was wrong. She'd been there once before on a field trip in her classes, where her instructor had been demonstrating how to wash strong, intense memories. "Laila! What's going on!?"

Laila gladly reached for a custard burst. "Dunno. Followed some shadows, ended up here. But hey, there's custard bursts."

Ciara smacked the second cookie from Anlon's hand. "You guys! Is this /really/ what you'd rather be doing than finding your way out?"

"For once, the plucky Guster speaks sense." Zina grumbled. But she didn't hesitate to take a custard burst for herself. "Do you know where we are? It's Exile. I'm sure you've heard of it. Once again I'm roped into your stupid problems."

"They're your problems now, Princess Pretentious." Ciara snapped. "Unless you just happened to be taking a stroll through /Exile/ and found us here, you're trapped with the rest of us."