[As Sam's passing through the camp, he might see a big gray-tinged woman protecting her head with her arm as a major jury-rigged shelving unit she's inspecting suffers a long overdue catastrophic failure. Shelves in different sizes and colors cascade and go sliding across the floor, canisters and little boxes tumbling and rolling out with vigor, various of them glancing off her. The sides topple and the large, heavy headboard seems to hesitate before tipping over, slow at first and then very quickly. She catches it with a loud smack of metal and plastic on flesh that probably means a bruise.
Calmly, with only the mildest indication of annoyance in her tone, Mops says something that technically translates fine but without the cultural context sounds a little off.]
...Tentacle incest. This is why you don't use glue to build furniture.
base camp general
Calmly, with only the mildest indication of annoyance in her tone, Mops says something that technically translates fine but without the cultural context sounds a little off.]
...Tentacle incest. This is why you don't use glue to build furniture.
[More loudly:]
Anyone got hit by that?