Camp Fortitude

Wow. Okay. Seriously missing California this morning.

Is this going to impact crops?
I suck at farming

Uh, hi everyone. Thanks for getting me away from--whatever the Hell those things are outside. I don't think I am ever getting that taste out smell off.

Anyway, name's Bo. I'm kinda used to crap like this happening, although usually someone I know is behind it. If my dad's here- Be real nice if my genius ex girl friend was here to dumb all that science down a bit so I might understand how this is actually not more Fae shit.

Kenzi if you're-

I guess I'm going to be on your--militia or army or whatever. And...I'm a succubus.

If you're from a place where you've got stories about things like that, you know that means I need a pretty specific supplement to my diet that I can only get from other living things, preferably in a real intimate way. But I really don't like sneaking into people's houses and having my way with the womenfolk, so if there's a few good men or women or whatever who'd like to volunteer, hit me up. The sooner the better, those things out there really don't give a growing girl what she needs.

Isaac, I made you your scarves.

I also made a handful more since I can make them in seconds I wasn't sleepy last night. If anyone wants them feel free to get them.

I also made your skirts, Kira. But those are supposed to take longer right? I have the skirts and leggings started for now. They'll probably be ready this weekend.

So can we go back to the sunny weather? Ugh. So gross.

We have a lot of plants to cover to keep from being damaged by the cold and I think we should be okay hands wise - but if anyone isn't doing anything come on down, I would never say no to more help. It's international woman's day so there will be plenty of girly tunes going, sing alongs are both permitted and encouraged.

I feel like anything I say here is going to pale in comparison to Bo's introduction.

Hey, I'm Sam Wilson. Just got here. Spent a couple days outside before I stumbled upon this place. Caroline tells me that there are some friendly faces here though.

Something smells seems weird about this cold and this fog.

I'm going to go see what's up.

WHO: Nick & Jessica Jones
WHAT: Nick finds his way to the camp through the fog. Naked.
WHERE: Right outside of camp.
WHEN: Tuesday, March 8. A little after noon.
WARNINGS: Nudity. Possible language.
STATUS: Ongoing.

( Water. Yeah, water sounded good right about now. Or some Scotch. Good God, a glass of Scotch on the rocks sounded like Heaven. )

I didn't find anything when I went out. Except that the fog is everywhere.

And that it's wrong.

Not natural fog.

[Derek, Cora, Isaac]

How do I tell them that the fog is wrong without telling them that it smells wrong?

[Isaac]

Can I trust Chris Argent?