[Camping clothes? Uh. Roughing it on a march or in barrack bunks was kind of Dwyer's only life staying with his parents and brother, so he's probably impractically dressed from your perspective, but his? A cream shirt with somewhat billowed sleeves (with cuffs on the end, we're classy here) that he can roll up, a plum handkerchief with a light blue brooch pinned in the knot, and sturdy riding boots? All par for the course for him. The only thing that isn't is the khaki pants.
What, they made an impression. But anyway. Please laugh at this nerd basically looking like he's going to fantasy horse riding camp instead of a company retreat, but he wasn't raised a fool.]
1: Chateau d'Cleric
[...]
Alright, all hands on deck.
[He says it as soon as the Clerics walk in the door to this...this den of mess that they are expected to spend a month in, sweet Dusk Dragon and Bahamut protect him. Dwyer is quick to put his pack off to the side and roll up his sleeves, throwing open any windows to let the sweet fresh air in as he...uh. Goes the fuck to town and cleans.
If you even linger in his peripheral vision, he's going to put a damp rag in your hands and tell you to get to work, and it's the most movement anyone has likely ever seen of Dwyer in one place at one time. He'd clean up normally, of course, but this is him taking to task with a more dogged determination than usual. The Director's speech upon their arrival back at the Moonbase still rattles in his head, over and over again, sticking on parts that continue to chafe at his personal pains.
But there's no way he's going to actually admit to any emotions about his home or his usefulness. No, he's working right now, so he can rest later. So everyone can rest later.]
B: Mister Art Man, Paint Me an Art~
[Arts and crafts? What is this, an activity for children?
Yes. Yes it is. And Dwyer doesn't mind that at all. Painting, sure, alright, sounds fun. After deep-cleaning the cabin, he needs more things to keep his hands busy and his mind tired. It's really no surprise that, though he'd really like a nice and rich purple to paint in, the only color that comes out of his brush is a deep, pine-esque green.]
...Energy, huh...
[Joke's on you, he never has any energy. Totally. Nothing's bothering him, what are you going on about. But he'll paint whatever needs green with exacting diligence, his mouth drawn in a tight line.]
C: TYE DYE
[A field day is...weird. A day where they want you to run around and do silly challenges and dunk the Director in a vat of water? How odd. But this...these colors and shirts...oh, this is cute. Dwyer likes this.
He holds the t-shirt he was instructed to tie off in places with a bit of pensive energy, though - what colors is he supposed to pick? Can he pick lots of colors or would maybe one or two be serviceable? Help him pick, please...]
D: Eff this shit I'm out
[Sometimes, there just isn't enough to do at camp to keep a restless butler busy to the point of exhaustion. It's because of this that, sometimes, he'll go out with anyone who's clearing a path to this hyped up Tomb of Horrors and, well, clear a path. There's a method to his madness; if any of the sticks or wood they find looks good to burn, he'll bring it back for the campfire. If there's any cool little nature things like rocks or whatever, he'll give them to someone else. If he sees a game animal? Someone bring a weapon and hunt that shit, maybe they can make it into dinner - and anything foraged that's edible is fair game, too. Basically he's doing resource gathering, if it comes across his path, but if not, he'll just be clearing the way. Clearing it, and not thinking about home or portals or personal hang ups, nope. Not at all.]
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What, they made an impression. But anyway. Please laugh at this nerd basically looking like he's going to fantasy horse riding camp instead of a company retreat, but he wasn't raised a fool.]
1: Chateau d'Cleric
[...]
Alright, all hands on deck.
[He says it as soon as the Clerics walk in the door to this...this den of mess that they are expected to spend a month in, sweet Dusk Dragon and Bahamut protect him. Dwyer is quick to put his pack off to the side and roll up his sleeves, throwing open any windows to let the sweet fresh air in as he...uh. Goes the fuck to town and cleans.
If you even linger in his peripheral vision, he's going to put a damp rag in your hands and tell you to get to work, and it's the most movement anyone has likely ever seen of Dwyer in one place at one time. He'd clean up normally, of course, but this is him taking to task with a more dogged determination than usual. The Director's speech upon their arrival back at the Moonbase still rattles in his head, over and over again, sticking on parts that continue to chafe at his personal pains.
But there's no way he's going to actually admit to any emotions about his home or his usefulness. No, he's working right now, so he can rest later. So everyone can rest later.]
B: Mister Art Man, Paint Me an Art~
[Arts and crafts? What is this, an activity for children?
Yes. Yes it is. And Dwyer doesn't mind that at all. Painting, sure, alright, sounds fun. After deep-cleaning the cabin, he needs more things to keep his hands busy and his mind tired. It's really no surprise that, though he'd really like a nice and rich purple to paint in, the only color that comes out of his brush is a deep, pine-esque green.]
...Energy, huh...
[Joke's on you, he never has any energy. Totally. Nothing's bothering him, what are you going on about. But he'll paint whatever needs green with exacting diligence, his mouth drawn in a tight line.]
C: TYE DYE
[A field day is...weird. A day where they want you to run around and do silly challenges and dunk the Director in a vat of water? How odd. But this...these colors and shirts...oh, this is cute. Dwyer likes this.
He holds the t-shirt he was instructed to tie off in places with a bit of pensive energy, though - what colors is he supposed to pick? Can he pick lots of colors or would maybe one or two be serviceable? Help him pick, please...]
D: Eff this shit I'm out
[Sometimes, there just isn't enough to do at camp to keep a restless butler busy to the point of exhaustion. It's because of this that, sometimes, he'll go out with anyone who's clearing a path to this hyped up Tomb of Horrors and, well, clear a path. There's a method to his madness; if any of the sticks or wood they find looks good to burn, he'll bring it back for the campfire. If there's any cool little nature things like rocks or whatever, he'll give them to someone else. If he sees a game animal? Someone bring a weapon and hunt that shit, maybe they can make it into dinner - and anything foraged that's edible is fair game, too. Basically he's doing resource gathering, if it comes across his path, but if not, he'll just be clearing the way. Clearing it, and not thinking about home or portals or personal hang ups, nope. Not at all.]