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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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Campfire

Okay, I'm not saying that we should try to trade Loghain for Hercules, but I am saying that I think that the other Wardens would totally go for it, if we did. He's the most famous out of all of us, so, I mean, he makes the perfect choice, more than any of us.

[ It's spoken in a low, conspiratorial voice, which is completely ruined as she starts cackling, throwing another log onto the fire. ]

Just saying.

River

[ Kaisa will, if asked, say that she didn't feel like walking to Skyhold just to take a bath. But considering that she's still dressed in pants and a loose shirt, and that she's splashing around and paddling around with Puppy at her side, that's kinda suspicious. Who needs to grow up anyway. Approach at risk of being dunked. ]

Shrine???

[ Yall fuckers need Andraste. Which is why Kaisa has attempted to at least make something resembling a proper shrine for praying. It's rudimentary at best, a little wooden structure with walls on two sides and a roof, to keep the elements out. Inside is a wooden carving of Andraste, with a bunch of candles lit up. Once Kaisa has finished setting it up, she steps back to inspect it with a critical eye. Then she bends down, plucks a wild flower, and throws it in as well. Perfect. ]

[ Alistair purses his lips and looks entirely too thoughtful, while Kaisa is laughing. Or the right amount of serious. ]

The only problem I see is that he may already be dead. Unless someone's heard from him and not told me.

[ His voice lifts at the end to include anyone in earshot. ]

[Bethany looks up from where she is doing the tricky bit with the heel of this one stocking, one corner of her mouth curving up.]

Pretty sure we've run out of surprise Wardens.

[Loop, pull, down, repeat.]

However if he suddenly appears and jumps out from behind a tree to scare me, I'll let everyone know by screaming and walloping him over the head with my staff.

Tent

If you're looking for Bethany early enough in the day, or late enough in the evening, you can usually find her in front of her own tent on a log, her bag of knitting beside her and some skein of yarn in her lap. Gamlen is perched at her feet, usually, curled up into his tiny black and white ball of 'faint grumpiness'.

Rather like the real Gamlen, actually.

River

Bethany prefers bathing in the actual hot springs, whenever she can get a chance, but sometimes it's been too long of a day and she doesn't feel like trekking back up. So a metal tub is taken out down by the river where she can wash her hair in water she's warmed herself -- or she's taking a freezing dip into the river's waters themselves, with a blanket laid out so she can wrap it around her the moment she gets out, her clothes neatly hung near by.

The rock by the river

Even Bethany needs time to brood - or just listen to the Song pounding through her head. There is a rock by the river, not far from camp, where she sits with her knees drawn up to her chin, staring out into the water. Looking more pensive than cheerful, if that can be believed.

{ during the day }

[ The Wardens are probably seeing a lot more of Ellana now that she's with Felix. She's usually at their camp at some point every day, or every other day. And usually she has a stuffed satchel of food, because Wardens have huge appetites, right? All right, it's mainly for Felix, but if she runs into anyone else, she's soon rummaging through her bag. ]

Are you hungry?

{ evening }

[ Sometimes she shows up in the evenings with her lute, and she sits by the fire playing a tune or asking for stories of the places the Wardens have been. She loves travel stories. The funnier, the better, because there are enough awful things in the world and they don't need reminded of them. ]

And then what happened?

[ She always looks riveted by these tales. ]

BREAKFAST

Who ate all of the eggs? [ His tone, here, is more wounded than accusatory. Directionlessly betrayed. Groggy. He's still shirtless and draped in a blanket, because he has his priorities in order, and food comes before clothes. ] Those were my eggs. I listened to someone compare me to her dead son for a whole hour to get those eggs. Someone has to pay.

[ No one has to pay. ]

LOUNGING AROUND SOMEWHERE OR CUTTING FIREWOOD IDK

Say we are going to die. [ Hypothetically, for the sake of this light and pleasant conversation. He's probably talking to a fellow Warden, but it isn't out of the question that he could be asking the same thing of anyone else. There's still Corypheus, and all those rifts, and not a Hero or Herald or Hawke in sight. ] What's your biggest regret? Or the second biggest if the real biggest will make this awkward.

THE MIDDLE OF THE BLIGHTED NIGHT

[ Alistair isn't actually holding himself together very well. He's mostly being held together by other people. So at three or four in the morning, when he can't bring himself to wake anyone, he can occasionally be found out of his tent, being a weirdo—standing at the edge of camp and staring at one of the moons, maybe rhythmically striking flint to steel to make sparks with no aim or turning his pendant between his fingers. Humming, usually. Or talking to himself under his breath to stop himself from humming. But he does that even when he isn't being driven mad, so. ]

WILDCARD

[ Exist in his proximity while he's bored and he'll come visit you whether you want him to or not. Except Nathaniel. ]

That's just asking for trouble, Bethany.

[ Kaisa looks around suspiciously. Just in case. ]

But Alistair is right. We'd have to find him, first. We could posters up? 'Have you seen this grumpy Warden. Not Nathaniel, the other one.'

Your piety is inspiring.

[Teren stands behind her, one hand on her skinny hip, observing Kaisa's handiwork. Of course, she didn't miss the last addition of the flower.]

What's this for? Afraid she'll forget about us?

[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'.]

Wait. [ He's eating. He raises his chunk of bread in a halting motion while he politely finishes chewing. ] Nathaniel does look a lot like him. Younger, and you have to squint, but—

[ You see where he's going. ]

[ Zevran has a new roomate, hurrah. Mia is kind and warm and takes exactly none of his bullshit which is a marvelous change of pace from the rest of the applications-

But she is not Alistair. And on occasion, more than on occasion, he worries. And thus in the darkness and the chill he wanders down to the camps for another of their infuriatingly pointless conversations. What is said doesn't matter half as much as that it is being said at all.

And he misses the man. More than anything else, more than he'd expected. Zevran shuffles around to peer into the tent- which is empty. Grumbling and bundled in a fur lined cloak he continues to wander until he finds Alistair.

Not one word, just a half asleep shuffling until he's got his head butted up against Alistair's back. ]

Hey, man. I know I'm not about to win any 'best Andrastian' awards, but--

[ She shrugs, rubbing the side of her head. ]

It might make people feel better? Having a place to pray. Without yanno, trekking all the way to Skyhold just t' look at a big statue of her.

Are you implying what I think you're implying, because--

[ She takes a moment to try (unsuccessfully) to stifle a series of giggles. She then whips her head around, checking to make sure that no sneaky rogue archers are sneaking up. ]

...Well, if I had to pick between him and Arl Howe to be my dad...

I was trying to imply that maybe we could get away with trading Nathaniel for Hercules instead, [ he says, ] if we gagged him or something, but now that thought's never getting out of my head. Thanks.

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? ]

Is this when I tell you it's a nice night for an evening? I hear that's a very popular pick-up line.

[He's awake sometimes, this time of night, stressing to no end, and tonight playing with Purrelden hasn't helped. Walking around the camp is clearly in order until he runs into Alistair.]

[Yarn in laps is appealing to some people. Or some things. Like kittens. Specifically, like a kitten that's just jumped out of a certain mage's belt pouch and dashed over to Bethany to help.

Or not help.

Not help, really.]

Why are no other cats like Ser Pounce-a-lot?

You'd have to deal with more than him.

[Anders holds up the cat on his lap.]

The Hero of Purrelden would come after you.

[ 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. ]

Oh. Well, maybe--

[ A thoughtful pause, after which she scoots over to pet Ander's cat. ]

Anything but a cat hating me. Nathaniel is useful, anyway.

All right, fair enough.

[She gives Kaisa a little clap on the shoulder.]

Thoughtful of you.

[ Both of those tags warrant a derisive sound. Alistair just makes one said noise, for efficiency's sake. ]

[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.

[Anders raises an eyebrow and makes Purrelden stand before making one little paw gesture in Alistair's direction.

Purrelden doesn't seem to mind it, though maybe the petting's soothing the wild beast.]

I'm sure he'll be glad to hear he's useful.

[ It takes a little bit, but the lack of familiar warmth at her side rouses her from sleep, and when he hasn't returned after a few minutes, she frowns and gets up. She pulls a blanket around like an impromptu cloak, and heads out. When she finds Alistair staring at some pendant, she plops across from him, wrapping the blanket tighter around herself. ]

I thought I didn't snore.

[ Her tone is light, but her face concerned as she watches him. ]

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