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route666rp2025-06-14 08:09 pm
iron_stomach) wrote in route666rp2025-06-14 08:09 pm
drinking mystery booze may be unwise.
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.
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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When Heat returns, Serph gives him a sidelong glance before silently holding out the bottle for him to take. Does Heat have any idea what those things are?]
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He knows his own preferences, just.. cooking everything was a terrible waste. For all that he's reluctant to do anything like making nice, especially with someone he wouldn't much mind getting a second or third bite on to put that weird fizzy taste to the test again, it is .. as close as he gets. Food is a precious resource. Giving it away ..
The cooler is set down close enough where Jayce doesn't have to get up to reach it, half because it frees him up to take the bottle from Serph, brow furrowed. He'd heard 'whiskey' and 'brandy' before, he's SURE of it, but like so much else, there's nothing he can pin down.]
... I think it's ... something you drink for fun instead of being thirsty..?
[There's a ribbon of uncertainty in his tone as the bottle's turned over in his hands. He didn't like uncertainty, and scrabbling through fragmented flickers of some other life wasn't enjoyable either.]