The 'Depths of Hell', Islay Base

[Kontrazec (Somni)]

Reclined in his little corner of the Depths, Jonah Flint laid lazily on a long but very rudimentary looking bench- It was a plastic compound that looked and felt just like wood; And Jonah would be damned if he'd let a Gaian tree get hurt for making what was essentially a seat carved into a huge section of a tree trunk. Pillows behind him, he took a toke of Kalisti, let the hazy smoke out through his nostrils and stared at the little game going on between Dimi and someone he'd never seen before in his life.

He watches the game going on for a while, juggling around his head some ideas about how the game is based on luck, maybe who gets the more aggressive scorpion by chance. He questioned its logic and a way to introduce new recruits, but then gave up, instead deciding that Dimi's methods involved deeper insight into the wisdoms of animalism and- Whoa, this stuff got the thoughts running amok. He reached behind his ear and pulled out a thick rolled joint from there, the 'tuck for later', and let out a sharp whistle.

"Universal medicine, mon!", he shouted, then launched the joint towards Dimi like a missile, cracking into a crowing laugh afterwards. "Been a while since yuh got stung, judgin' by de ballistics of yuh puke, eh? No' many recruits, me tink. But, one be more den none, so- Who dis person, Dimi?" His hand gestured the lit roach towards the man in question, before he took another toke and stared with a faintly idiotic smile, product of the... product.