Rifts - DMH - Camp Union

[Icy_Drake]

Megana sighs and slam the door shut "fucking dick" as she fixes up her clothing to be presentable and ready...

[artistic-witch]

Vi looks at megana ," he's hiding more then what's he is saying , I will get everything out of him !!"

[Icy_Drake]

"Soon soon lets get presentable"megana finishes up getting ready

[artistic-witch]

Vi nods and gets all her gear on and heads out .

[Icy_Drake]

Megana follows vi out to meet up with dusty and tribe members.

[Chaser1]

Megana slams the door, "Fucking dick!" as she makes herself presentable.

"He's hiding more then he's saying. I will get everything out of him!" announces Vi.

"Soon, soon. Let's get presentable."

Vi nods, pushes the door open, and steps out. The world immediately punishes her for it. A fresh wall of snow slams into her, sharper and meaner than yesterday’s windstorm. Megana hustles out behind her and gets hit just as hard. Both of them instinctively hunch down and tighten their helmet seals before the cold can bite exposed skin.

The main firepit in the courtyard is barely alive, nothing but a heap of glowing ash being smothered by blowing snow. Each flake lands with a hiss, like the storm is trying to put out the last bit of warmth on purpose. The wind howls through the camp, pushing them sideways as they cross the courtyard toward the tribal room. Even through the roar, they can hear muffled laughter and bits of conversation leaking from inside.

The moment they step through the door, heat washes over them. Their visors fog instantly. The room is alive with activity with more deer steaks sizzling, potatoes steaming, and a cauldron of tea bubbling so hard it perfumes the whole space.

“Hey! They’re here! Good morning, sleepy heads!” Payton calls out, grinning like the storm outside doesn’t even exist.

Dusty sits off to the side, sipping his tea and gnawing on an overcooked deer steak.

[Icy_Drake]

"Morning " Megana mumbkes out as she gets closer to the fire to warm up quickly

[artistic-witch]

Vi walks in with a more then pissed off look on her face , mumbling something abiut a dog boy is gonna be shou Tuckered outta life .

[Chaser1]

Megana barely clears the doorway before she beelines to the fire like a lizard spotting its one warm rock of the day.
“Morning,” she mutters, already peeling off her helmet and shoving her face so close to the flames she’s basically slow‑roasting her own eyebrows.

Vi stomps in behind her, radiating murderous intent. She’s muttering under her breath about dogboys in the exact tone someone uses when they’ve already planned the crime, the alibi, and the dramatic courtroom monologue.

Payton looks up, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Ooh! Who peed on her bedroll?” The Chief immediately starts shushing everyone as he looks around to make sure everyone's listening.

Bayla rises with the serene grace of someone who has not witnessed Vi’s homicide energy. “We thank the spirits for blessing us with this fine breakfast and tea!” she declares. Dusty freezes mid‑chew, bows his head, and instantly transforms from 'grizzled warrior' to 'child caught eating before grace.'

Around the room, warriors have their furs and warm layers piled neatly in front of them, each stack topped with a weapon like a very aggressive fashion accessory. The women are doing the morning routine: mending clothes, handing out tea, and pretending they don’t hear Vi plotting canine‑adjacent vengeance.

Finally, steaming steak, potatoes, and tea are handed to Megana and Vi. It looks incredible and perfectly cooked, beautifully seasoned, and absolutely not worth dying over. Megana just sighs, relieved, because at least breakfast can’t attack her... she hopes...

[artistic-witch]

Vi seeing food being handed out . when her turn cones around she quietly takes her portion and give a slight bow and a thank you .
She then goes finds a spot siting down getting comfortable and listens before she starts to eat .