drinking mystery booze may be unwise.

[iron_stomach]

Who: Serph, Heat, Jayce .. possibly eventually Secunit and or John and or Jack. TBD.
What: Maybe apologies. eventually, getting drunk.
Where: Convoy!
When: Late evening, after the shield is fixed
Warnings: May contain ANY of the following: Alcohol, drinking, adult themes, canon typical violence, carnivory, mention of cannibalism, secunit judging everyone organic, Great Old Ones, monsters and shenanigans.



The heavy rain and thunderstorms of the day have tapered off to a thick mist behind the wall of the convoy's newly repaired shield. It does nothing to mute the chorus of strange frogs and insects out in the wet and murk, their warped biologies and instincts not abating the one springtime party they all seem to throw.

With the rain past it's a struggle to get a low campfire going, not because it's necessary but because it's strangely relaxing to be able to lean against one vehicle's giant tire, low flames flickering in their little circle of rocks driving back some of the damp, and listen to the noise going on out in the water.

The small fire is an ongoing, silent invitation. Most people might be asleep, but there was always someone coming and going at night. Sure, dinner might be gone, bones charring gradually black amidst the flames, but there'd be fire if someone wanted to reheat another meal without hunting the entire kitchen up at this hour.

Most of his armor is for the moment missing, stripped just to the black undersuit, foraged orange gloves, shoes and nothing else; the evening's warm enough for more to not be necessary, and with the shield up, what feral demon was going to attack successfully? After the frenetic work of the past while, it's ... almost peaceful. People kept telling Heat this isn't Nirvana. The only thing that made it not so to him was his absent comrades.

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[bufudine]

Serph readily accepts the gift from Jayce. But when he inspects it more closely, his brows furrow in consternation. It has a lot of similarities to the bottle of liquid that Roland had offered Argilla; dark, amber brown glass and a faded label that renders the contents a mystery. He also remembers Argilla being enamoured with the liquid's pretty colour as she swirled her glass, but coughing and sputtering the moment she took a sip.

Roland had seemed fine. If anything, the liquid seemed to have an effect on his mood as he talked with them that first time.

What this is prickles uncomfortably at the back of his mind. Contrary to his past observations, there's a part of him that has has pleasant associations with this kind of bottle.

A useful tool.
(But for what?)

Carefully, he asks, "What is this?"

[iron_stomach]

[He made the offer, he's bound to follow through. It wasn't hard to kill more than he needed to devour so the excess could be used for someone else, but saving a slaughtered target for later was strange, sat uncomfortably no matter how much sense it made. It did mean in the absence of Sera, the risks of some ignorant rookie going too long without devouring wasn't as likely.

He'd been told that didn't happen here, but Heat wasn't counting on that being reality. As Jayce settles down and offers Serph a bottle that's both familiar and not, he drags himself back to his feet to re-locate something reasonably edible.

There's no immediate bad associations with whatever Serph's been handed. It's probably fine. Probably.]

Looks like engine oil.

[Light golden brown, liquid, a little thicker than water, an odd offering but maybe it's the best anyone could find for cleaning and maintenance for the sparse number of guns in the convoy. It's useful.

He'll be back in a minute. There's a box around here somewhere.]