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

[byblow]

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.

[doneisdone]

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.

[byblow]

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.

[doneisdone]

[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.]

[byblow]

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.

[doneisdone]

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?

[byblow]

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.

[doneisdone]

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

I like it. Good work.