Jujube Cabin, Sunday Evening

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After the various creatures Cara had spend the last three days killing had finished vanishing, it might have made more sense to head back to the dorms, but the cabins were somewhat closer, and contained the closest thing to a change of clothes Cara actually owned, and she felt a desperate need to get rid of the gore and the Creator-only-knew-what encrusting her skin and leathers.

The notion that certain other things might reappear in the same place they'd vanished from had absolutely no bearing on this decision. Which meant she wasn't the slightest bit disappointed to find out she was wrong there. Really.

[For that one guy.]

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After reappearing and showering off the splicer goo, Clark had sprinted to his room for fresh shorts before making his way to the cabins at super speed.

The blur of Clark created a bit of an air rush as he returned to a human pace inside the cabin. "Cara?" Calling out was a bit of a risk, giving up a lot of worry in his tone.