COOL SCAVENGER HUNT, BRO. [open; in progress]

[m_sfire]

Characters; Open to everyone in Exfag
Setting/Location; Ex Favila, base-wide
Date & Time; Day 3, 1:30 AM - 12:00 PM
Warnings; Violence + food + liquor + a uniquely Exfag brand of idiocy
Briefing; Titties Attilic wants vodka cake. The hunt begins!

NOTE: For organization/efficiency's sake, anyone from 2nd Brigade with ingredients in their tent

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Officer On Duty

[prazeroso]

It figured that their illustrious leader would pull a bit like this on a night when he'd decided to have a little fun. Normally, Tyki didn't really mind Attilic, because as far as leaders went, he seemed like he wasn't half bad. Not that he wanted to be here fighting this war, but it seemed like the other camps had a tougher time of things.

But this was a little ridiculous.

Tyki had long since come down off his buzz and was treading into hung-over territory, a terrible headache starting to rear its ugly head. The alarms didn't exactly help with that. He'd sucked down as much clean water as he could find, but that wasn't helping all that much. Every so often, as he made his rounds through the cabins to make sure that no one was killing anyone over ingredients, he stumbled a bit. He wasn't a lightweight at holding his alcohol, but that didn't mean he hadn't consumed copious amounts of it with Reno earlier.

He wondered where the red head was now, idly, as well as where Snow and Takeshi had gotten off to. He was alone for the time being, freezing his ass off, bundled up in not one but two jackets, and trying to think up if there were any covert spots where he could find a nap without getting caught. Perhaps this would have been easier if he hadn't been so lazy and gone to get some better warm clothes. But he hadn't and he refused to admit that it was his own fault; instead, he was intent to continue his leisurely pace through the camp, grumbling about it under his breath,