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

[foodsofmypeople]

Beer in one hand, medical supplies in the other, Kaidan is ready to deal with whatever needs to be done. He's known Herc long enough to know just what he needed at that time.

"We were beginning to get worried," he admitted as he entered Herc's tent to check on him - and hand over a drink. His words were hiding the concern that he felt over the few weeks at being unable to do anything.

[twelvelabours]

"Were you, now?" Herc replies with a wry, very slight, smile. "It was a real nice break from this place. Can't stand fresh air or daylight, me."

But he's not sure what to say is the truth of it, and Herc nods to another chair. "Make yourself at home."

[foodsofmypeople]

"Yeah, it must be so horrible being back amongst other people as well," he said with a smile.

He sat down opposite Herc, eyes used to finding battle injuries quickly running over the other man. "Anything badly hurt?" he asked, not seeing much that hadn't already been looked after.

[twelvelabours]

"Other people are terrible," comes his reply, and a quiet chuckle.

But it's down to business and talking about injuries and wrongs suffered, the way it so often is, lately. It's not like he can judge either, not when he'd be the same, checking in and trying to gauge how his people were.

"Arm had to get broken again, set proper. Some of my joints aren't feeling so good." Herc sighs a little, and shakes his head. "I'm not going to be much good with a sword and shield for a while."