Life in Camp Shady Fuckers

[unbrokenoath]

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.

Comments

Zevran & Kestrels

[ombranera]

Service with a Smile

[ The little shack that had been set up on the first day for shaving, trimming, massages and generally attempting to make the Wardens a little less grizzled has been expanded upon and built up enough to have actual walls, a door, and a makeshift sauna by way of a tent, a brazier, and the liberal application of snow over the coals. It's not Antiva, but it's a start. Zevran and his fledglings swap out on who does what work. ]

Actual meals for Actual Wardens

[ Not Lamb Stew. Not fish chowder either but- beef and root vegetables and rice, quite a bit of it, stirred in a spiced sauce that actually tastes of something. Flatbread baking on the back of a shield (alternative uses for coal and metal, extra points for creativity), and a few bottles of actual wine and a cask of half decent ale make for a solid meal. If asked sweetly, the Kestrels will be happy to share. ]

Grownups get Real Houses

[ Huddled groups are often planning something. In this case the six Kestrels and Zevran are scratching designs into the dirt and speaking amongst themselves rapidly in Antivan. Anyone that wanders by can note the blueprint of something better than a mere log cabin- a healthy portion of the drawings dedicated to a proper Antivan bath- and the odd phrase in common that gets bandied about is 'heated floors'. Dare you poke your head in to ask? ]

grownups get real houses

[byblow]

[ Alistair doesn't ask, exactly, but he does step into the huddle like he was invited and belongs there, arms crossed and eyebrows skeptically puzzled. He looks at the dirt drawings first, then at Zevran. ]

[ombranera]

[ Vita moves aside to give Alistair space without missing a beat, seamlessly swapping from Antivan to Common- the others fall suit without batting an eye. ]

And what for water, we dig ourselves a well? Build a cistern? Divert flow from the river?

[ Settimo nods along, drawing out a vague sketch of the valley and the nearest stream. ]

It could be done. Or we could haul snow and ice into a reservoir and melt it with the same fires for the heating- but this is not large enough to make it worthwhile.

[ Teresa snorts, flicking her fingers at Alistair. ]

Then we make it big. Space for us, space for Wardens.

[ Zevran waves them to silence, eyes flicking from the sketches to Alistair. ]

That might be the answer. Do you have a plan other than 'live in tents for the forseeable future'?

[byblow]

We hardly even have a plan to be— [ alive, but he catches himself ] —here for the foreseeable future. If something doesn't happen soon we may have to go to the Anderfels.

[ But he's squinting at the drawings again with interest. If it isn't personal, it can at least be academic. ]

I'm sure you'll be able to fill beds either way, if you're heating the bloody floors.

[ombranera]

No. The world is ending, you are staying here. I am not following you to the Anderfels. [ Yes, yes he is. ] It is even more cold there. And they do not even have heated floors or proper baths.

[byblow]

It's not cold if you come down out of the mountains.

[ He smiles a little at Vita, belatedly, and the others he is less endeared to, but not without letting go of his skeptical eyebrow positioning. ]

What do you need a "proper" bath for? The river is right there.

[ombranera]

A river that is cold year round and animals pee in. Marvelous for washing.

[ Zevran nudges Alistair with his elbow. ]

A heated bath that drains and is clean, something you might soak in comfortably.

Actual Meal?

[sunshinethroughgrey]

[Can anyone really ask more sweetly than Bethany? Probably, but Bethany would like to think she is in the top five. She smiles warmly at the Kestrels, asking all too nicely to share their meal for exchange of dimples and of course - knitted things to stay warm.]

[ombranera]

[ Vita invites Bethany in at the first sign of knitted scarves. They are all chilled to the bone, the Kestrels, and any opportunity for warmth? Has them eager. ]

[sunshinethroughgrey]

[Bethany beams at Vita, before she puts down her bag of knitted scarves. A rainbow of knitted scarves came out and found themselves wrapped around the necks of the Kestrals. She also came out with a few hats besides, and then took her plate to sit amongst them and chat with them cheerily.]

[ombranera]

[ Zevran himself swings about after another round of 'Alistair it will not kill you to eat grown up food' for his own meal, settling in next to Bethany. ]

I see you have bribed your way into their good graces already.

[sunshinethroughgrey]

[Bethany chewed the delicious bite of food she had been eating, before giving Zevran a bright smile.]

Nonsense, they're only too happy to share with someone who knows that they like to keep warm.

[ombranera]

One thing that will never change. It is too cold in the South.

[ He flicks his fingers at Nico who tosses him some of the flatbread; Zevran tears off a hunk to offer Bethany. ]

Have you been able to keep warm?

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Sadly so .. one of the reasons I miss the Free Marches. It wasn't always pleasant, but at least it was warm.

[She takes the flatbread, dimpling at him.]

Oh yes, naturally. But then again, I've knitted myself blankets too. Which I'll be pleased to share ... for more food.

[ombranera]

I think we've some smoked cheese stowed somewhere- and Nico does brew some very fine coffee if you wish a warmed drink.

[ He nods to Teresa, who finishes rummaging through a bag to offer a wedge to Bethany. ]

[sunshinethroughgrey]

Mmmm you had me at cheese, but you sold me at coffee.

[She took the cheese with another flash of dimples for Nico and for Teresa and the rest of the Kestrels, before she promptly handed her plate to Zevran.]

A deal is a deal. If you'll give me a moment, I'll get you those blankets while you make the coffee, hm?

Service with a Smile

[justice_is_blond]

[He doesn't actually need any services. Instead, he's mostly looking to hang out with Zevran and maybe enjoy the heat just a little. There's someone else getting personal attention when Anders enters and he simply leans back against the warm wall and watches, waiting, until they're done and ushered out.]

I think I owe you a drink. And being less miserable.

[ombranera]

You owe me more than a drink, my friend.

[ Maker only knows how long it would have taken them to sort that out otherwise. ]

Enjoy your prize?

[justice_is_blond]

More than a drink? What, you mean like a thank-you lay? I could do that.

[He's pretty darn pleased.]

He's excellent.

[The smile slips just a fraction, barely noticeable except to expert eyes.]

You should try to seduce him sometime, see where you get.

[ombranera]

[ Well now that-

That is not what Zevran expected to hear.

Brasca, why do men not simply SEE what is before them? ]

I do not think I am his sort, to be honest. He was well pleased with your company.

[justice_is_blond]

He was, and likely will be again.

[And he's trying to be deliberately light.]

It's the additional company he's not exactly pleased with, so in that case nearly everyone in Skyhold is a little more his sort.

[ombranera]

[ Humans- no, wait.

Men.

Always with the stoic machismo. Maker's breath. ]

Is this where I say 'oh it is not so bad as all that you are making assumptions' and you say 'no Zev he truly thinks Justice is a terrible asshole (which he is let me be blunt about that, it is the nature of spirits to be assholes) and he will not have me so long as we are together' and I say 'truly it cannot be like that' and we circle on forever and ever- or.

[ He reaches out to tug Anders in, hands light on his hips. ]

You tell me how big his cock is and how it felt to have him instead.

[justice_is_blond]

[He leans in despite himself, despite the way Justice is bristling, and relaxes a little as he rests his arms around Zevran's waist.]

His cock is fantastic. Thick, and Maker, he knows how to use it. I'd not expected that much expertise from a man who'd never been rumored to have any lovers. And he kne--

[Anders breaks off and pulls back just enough to look at Zevran.]

He paused in the middle to make me beg. Started fast, and the paused, and there's an elf who knows how I like to beg, an elf who smirked at me before turning Nate to face me and whisper in his ear. Did you... Did you throw the challenge...

[For him? For a chance for Anders and Nate to have something?]

[ombranera]

Mhmm....

[ Zevran smiles to himself- for Nathaniel? Discuss the sentiment. For Anders? Discuss the sex. And it'll work fine up until...

Well.

Until Anders, who is no fool, puts a few pieces of the puzzle together. ]

You did not see as you were otherwise occupied at the moment, but Nathaniel told me over his shoulder even as he dragged you away 'You win'. So. I did not throw anything. I played dirty and won. [ He beams. ] Do you want to know what I said to him?

[justice_is_blond]

And yet you were going to have me buy you a drink?

[But he's not bothered or affronted.]

Yes. I want to know what you said.

[It was most definitely a win, then. The challenge had been to seduce Nate, and Zevran had gotten Nate extremely bothered by... talk about Anders begging? He'd won.]