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.

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[bunko]

A little helplessly, Scipio looks at the shirt. His free hand has become less free, as it is engaged in the present business of keeping his cloaks pinched closed, holding in all the warmth possible.

"But I only have this one shirt." Genuine scolding is worse than cold. No, that isn't true: the only thing worse than cold is shirtless cold. Only a few months here in Skyhold, and already his skin has turned to icy white, as if he is becoming frozen. "You cannot stitch it while I wear it, can you? This is what I tried, and I had Rafa try it too, but he is not so good with the needle."

[doneisdone]

"No." Even if she could, Teren refuses, because she has doubts Scipio will ever hold still enough to be a decent mannequin. Instead, she roots through her bag to find a shirt still in need of mending, and tosses it to him. "Put this on," she commands, "I'll move onto yours after this one. Come back later in the afternoon."

[bunko]

Gratefully, Scipio catches the shirt. While it is true that he has lived leanly, in his past, he is unused to clothes with holes, and he has grown to be unused to not having the coin to buy many new shirts, in many colors. He is not above charity when he has warmth to gain from it, so he maneuvers his cloaks around so he can pull the shirt on.

It takes some doing, as he tries to stay as covered by the cloaks as he can while pulling a shirt over his head. The huff of his breath suggests at his effort. But--at last!--he has his charity shirt on, a success he punctuates with an aha!

When he leaps to his feet, smooth and suave and very coordinated, he holds his hand out to Teren, expectantly. What he expects is her hand in return, which he indicates by pointing, and holding his hand out again with a smile. They must, of course, shake on this.

[doneisdone]

Considering it is actually someone else's shirt, Teren will no doubt demand it back, but he can mess it up all he wants before she mends it. Or... well, hopefully he won't, but it's better than giving him one that's already fixed up.

Noticing his hand, she extends her own to shake it, a bit confusedly. "Later, then," she murmurs, casting him a funny look and returning to her stitching.

[bunko]

It's probably for the best that she's quick about returning to her stitching, or else Scipio might have tried to kiss her hand. She's brisk, which forces him to be brisk, too.

And anyways, there's always time for hand-kissing later. He gives her a salute, then tugs at his shirt of temporary charity and strolls away, whistling.

He quite likes Teren. Wait till he tells Rafa that she will repair their clothes for free.

[doneisdone]

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