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Life in Camp Shady Fuckers

WHO: Everyone living in or visiting the Warden camp
WHAT: Just some low-key action-spammy stuff for a bunch of sketchy losers who got tossed into the camp for sketchy losers. And the people who come to hang out because sketchy losers are the coolest losers.
WHEN: Vaguely stretching around Cloudreach?? Nothing is set in stone, time is an illusion
WHERE: ~~Camp Shady Fuckers~~ The Warden camp
NOTES: Just throw whatever warnings necessary in the heads of your threads

Just throw opens or whatever up this is a low-key general mingly kinda thing for hanging out and shouting at each other. Feel free to interrupt other threads or whatever and idk man this is basically like a network post but in real life.

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[Teren likes to keep watch at night. Usually nobody fights her for the shift, so she tends to spend it alone, though there is the occasional instance in which Alistair comes trundling out, fidgeting or making little sounds like an insane person.
On one such night she trails after him until she's several yards behind him, watching him stare at the moon(s), then she clears her throat.]

Would you like some coffee, [she inquires, with the unasked question of 'what in the Maker's name are you doing up, you ridiculous boy'.]

[ Fortunately it is not possible to literally jump out of skin, or this would be a super gross log all of a sudden. Instead he stays in one piece and turns around to squint at her, sleepy. ]

I'm not allowed to have coffee. [ He says it with the dutiful air of someone who is quoting someone else's orders. ] It makes me unbearable.

[ Or it did ten years ago, when the ban was instated. Maybe not anymore. ]

[Teren can't help but smile. Her expression is almost affectionate.]

Oh, Alistair. [She can't help it, he brings out the softie in her.] You know it doesn't make a difference.

[ Almost affectionate is good enough. Alistair's heart is warmed. It almost reaches his fingers. ]

And yet you bear me, [ he says. ] Is it because I'm the grandson you never had?

[ Because she's old, see? ]

[She's in the process of strolling over when Alistair makes his dig, and she responds with an idle cuff upside his head.]

Don't push your luck. [She smirks.] Are the moons behaving themselves?

Not Satina. Look at her, she's obviously plotting something.

[ ??? okay Alistair. He's rubbing his head like her cuffing hurt, meanwhile, and he gives Teren a considering look. ]

Why do you always take this shift, anyway? How do you manage to sleep during the day? I can't anymore.

No one else wants it.

[She notices him rubbing her head and rolls her eyes. What a baby.]

And I've found, as I continue to leave my youth behind, that I need less sleep. If I'm off at dawn, I'm still up and about before noon.

[She doubts the tainted blood helps much either-- not to mention the Calling, which does in fact bother her even if she never complains about it-- but it's easier and... less frightening to blame the changes on aging.]

...one smart word from you and I'll ensure you regret it.

I've never said a smart word in my life. [ He sounds vaguely offended by the very idea. Or like someone who is trying to sound vaguely offended. He overdoes it a little. But also—now serious—he adds, ] That sounds nice. If I'm ever old, I hope I'm less tired.

[Teren nods fondly in agreement, though her smirk dwindles at his second comment.]

I didn't say less tired. I just can't sleep as long. [On the contrary, she can't remember the last time she wasn't tired.]

...you'll grow old, lad.

[She looks at him seriously. This may just be her deciding so, but everyone else listens to her, so fate should also.]

Well now I don't want to, [ Alistair says, ] if I'm still going to just spend more time awake, equally tired. What a bad deal.

Yes, you poor thing. [This is spoken with the same lack of inflection, but isn't too overly unkind.]

So. What are today's lyrics?

There are no dogs in the Deep Roads, [ he says after a pause—or sings, but only barely. He can carry a tune if he talk-sings and doesn't try to project. Anyway, it lines up with the slow, mournful tune in their collective heads. ] Dogs are too good for the Deep Roads. Darkspawn wish they had dogs for their search for the gods, but they don't, they're dogless in the Deep Roads.

[Teren bobs her head along with it, eyes lifted and considering. Then she nods.]

I like it. Good work.

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