Utterly Mad

Paxton, despite being expedition leader, awakes a bit later than everyone else, catching only the last few numbers as he rubs the sleep from his eyes. He tilts his head and raises a brow at the radio, a small shrug following these gestures, before rolling off the patched air mattress that serves as his bed and standing as tall as he can, a big smile on his face.

"Well now, y'all know what's on today's schedule!" He beams. With a quick glance, it's obvious he was sleeping in the equipment he's wearing out today... "Scav day! We're off, gents! Come on, get yer shite packed and loaded, travel light, you know the drill!"

Paxton's hand gingerly pulls his prized Spiker off the nearby table of supplies, his grey eyes looking it over. A beautiful little weapon, really. Light, but the high-tension cord means it packs a real punch, and the bolts are easily constructed with wood or plastic shafts, and heads built with anything from nails to ceramic shards to thick copper wire.