[So they've been here a few days now, and Basilio, for one, is not someone who is very good at sitting still and doing nothing. Which is fine! If anyone should be running around this structure, it should be him! Let others sit safely at their little base and wait for terminal-person to come pick them up, and let the capable fighters go off and collect anything useful. Simple as.

So that's how he can be found spending most of his days, going from base out to one of the many scattered caches of stuff, gathering up armfuls of blankets and tools and whatever other trinkets there may be and running back. He won't protest company, and if you're lost... well, he probably isn't! So it'll all work out fine!

...Probably. Maybe.]

[When evenings - or whatever the group has decided serves for evening, anyway - roll around, especially after the Wednesday (not From Wednesday) supply drop, Basilio will be very busy in the middle of camp. He requested cooking supplies, and hey! They arrived! No more shit rations!

So there's a happy swishing to his tail as he sits by the cookfire (thanks to those who requested that, because he sure forgot to) and sets to making meals enough for everyone. Yes, even you, cagey bitch committee. Especially you. It almost seems as though as soon as you get within three feet he's got a plate ready to offer with a simple, hearty, well-rounded meal ready to go that even smells damn good, too.]

C'mon then, I can guarantee this is better than those rations we started with.

[Can you really deny him??]

[I'm up for anything else, so feel free to hmu!]