Gather 'round people, wherever you roam

[hellosailor]

Date & Time: Mid December onward
Location: New Exsilium
Characters: Victor Sullivan and YOU
Summary: Catching up, Christmas stuff, hanging around, whatever
Warnings: none at the moment.

A. Near His Shitty Ice-Shack

[Home sweet home it was not. Sully set up base near the shores of the Thames, in an abandoned little shack probably originally set up for ice-fishing. Over time he's managed to snag some creature comforts for it, starting with a generator and a heater and working his way up.

Strangers may find him hauling furniture or wood, trying to build an outhouse, or just walking to and from, either from an excursion to the nearest town or a trip to transporter. A friendly stranger might offer to help. A less friendly stranger might laugh their asses off as he tries to dig through the packed snow.]


B. In Town

Well, that could have gone better.

[Pawn shops were never where the big money was, but he didn't have a lot of options. With barely any cash to his name and a variety of sundry goods for trade it was that or nothing. It wasn't like he had any contact here, not a fence to be found.

Still, he was hoping for a little better than this. A lifetime of figuring out exchange rates meant that he knew exactly how little he'd really gotten out of the bargain. Certainly not a fortune. But hell, a bird in the hand. Which meant that he was ready to hit the town.

Blending in with the locals might not be too hard. If someone didn't spot him first.]


C. Other??

[Whatever suits your fancy!]

((OOC- If we've discussed doing something special before, you can either throw up a starter or let me know if you want me to make one!))

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A. Mid December time

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[He came from the sky, fleeing from the city. The only warning to his arrival was his shadow racing over the land below. He hit the ice with a sharp sound. A network of cracks wove around him. A flea on the ice was a strange and frightening experience. Fearful of falling into the water, he cried shrilly. He ran on his hands and feet, going nowhere on the slippery surface.

He fell on his face and he slid across the ice. His gloved hands could not grip onto the ice to make him stop. Large, red eyes winced from the pain, barely catching sight of someone. He looked up. It was the man from before. He gasped, remembering that this was the man with a gun.]

[hellosailor]

[The shutters had seemed like a great idea at first. A way to keep the heat in at night when the single window on this little shit-box just didn't cut it. But it wasn't exactly going as planned. He hadn't expected goddamn art but Jesus Christ.

He'd managed to scrounge up some wood and various sundries with a little charm, but as it turned out the quote unquote frame of the window was about as brittle as ice and split with the slightest provocation. He was going to have to put up another fucking support or something to hold the damn things up because the shack itself certainly wasn't going to.

He stepped back, scrubbing at his face with his hand and studying the disaster. Which meant that it was totally quiet when all of a sudden some asshole hit the ice.

Flinching reflexively and turning, hand where his gun would be if it weren't bundled up in his jacket, he tried to figure out what in the Sam Hill was going on. It took him about a second to assess the situation then a second to not believe it.]

Are you goddamn kidding me?

[It was that real weirdo he'd met when he first showed up. Apparently ill-equipped for ice and falling out of the goddamn sky. Unfortunately he was a transport which meant he should probably try to be somewhat responsible for him. Or Cutter would be so very disappointed.]

Stay right goddamn there you damn fool, I'll be right out.

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[He curled his fingers against the ice. How was he supposed to stay when he could not stop? He rasped, feeling scared, he watched the man helplessly. That man may have threatened him before, but Francœur tried desperately to listen to him.]

[hellosailor]

[He decided to take that as a yes, and spread his hands out as a clear sign to wait.

Then he promptly turned back to the shed and tromped his ass back inside. A moment digging through his pile of assorted sundries turned up what he was looking for- the spare set of high-traction boots he'd hoarded. Should give the guy some control. Not a minute later he was back outside and aiming himself in the general direction of whatever the hell the stranger was. It was slow going; traction or no the ice was slippery and he had no real urge to face plant.]

All right, all right, calm down.

[It took him awhile, but eventually he was within arms reach.]

You just don't do anything weird, ok?

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[Exactly what constituted anything weird, he did not know. Regardless, he could not do much of anything on the ice. The cracks shifted, growing. Francœur was too heavy.

He chirped pitifully. He was trying not to panic, but that was hard for him to do. Being so close to the water made him nervous. He could not swim.]

[hellosailor]

I'm going to pretend that was a 'yes, sir'. Stop freaking out you'll make it worse.

[Sully didn't waste time from there, grabbing the sleeve of the- whatever- and pulling back towards the shore. It was hard to get traction this far out, but he wasn't really that worried about the ice. It was frozen so often that it was pretty thick, so as long as he got the guy sliding in the right direction they should be fine.]

What in the hell were you dong, anyway? You know you're supposed to be keeping a low profile.

[Probably a slim chance of that.

He scowled at the sound of shifting ice and dug his heels in.]

We get back to shore you put on some proper boots so you don't go sliding off like this.

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[Grabbing that sleeve may feel strange for Sully. Francœur had two, bone thin arms in each sleeve. He reached to grasp onto his arm, his hand large enough to wrap around even the thickest part of his arm. However, his grip was very gentle, as if he thought the man was made of fragile glass.

He was calm now. They were moving to safety and clearly, this man was not here to hurt him. Being in the position that he was in, he obviously could not answer his question, so he did not even try.]

[hellosailor]

[The hand that snaked around his arm was enough to cause a full-body shudder, and he had to fight the urge to elbow the creature in the face. It was not a comfortable feeling. What in the hell had his life become?]

There.

[The snow buildup started, which meant he dropped the guy's arm and took a quick step away from him, hoping to dislodge his grip.]

Take off your shoes, put these on.

[He held the boots at arms-length. He could have invited him inside but honestly he wasn't feeling that charitable.]

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[Finally, he could move again. He let go of the man's arm so that he could crawl on his hands and feet long enough to find a place to sit. His entire body ached from all that, particularly his face. After rubbing his face, he looked at the boots, uncertain.

He chirped. Those boots would not fit him. But in the spirit of trying, he removed one of his shoes. His feet, as should be expected by now, were insect-like and gigantic in size. The two of his claws alone were probably too big for those boots.]

I LOST THIS

[hellosailor]

[He scowled at what he was seeing. This was apparently not going to work out.]

Pal, you are not suited to this environment.

[True enough.]

I'd get you some cleats to screw into those fancy shoes of yours, but I don't have any. Just try to stay off the ice, at least.

[He wasn't even sure if the guy could understand him, but hell, it was something to say. He shifted, crossing his arms tightly. It wasn't exactly the friendliest motion, but chirping or not this guy made him uncomfortable. God, this place was weird.]

No worries no worries!

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[ooc: Should I avoid having Francœur write here?]

[He hummed as he dipped his head. It seemed he understood enough to agree to everything. The situation, his advice, he agreed to them all.

He looked at the ice stretching out before him. Now that he was not in a panic, he went back to a more human-like way of behaving. He sighed; his shoulders dropped to display his disappointment for what happened. Looking back at Victor, his lips pressed together as he tried to assess how he should handle this. He at least owed the man some form of gratitude.

He doffed his hat to him. Thank you.]

Re: No worries no worries!

[hellosailor]

((probably, Sully would definitely catch on to his quirk pretty quick, and he miiiight not extend an invitation to him if he knew who he was))

[Sully pursed his lips. Well that was something he could cross of his list of things to do before he died. Polite monster, at least. And apparently smart enough. Although that flying thing hadn't seemed very clever.]

Yeah yeah, you're in my debt. Just try not to do that around any of the locals, alright? We've got enough trouble as it is.

[He stood there another minute, arms still crossed. Then he sighed, pure exasperation.]

You going to be alright now?

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[He nodded once. Of course, he did not mean to do that in front of the locals on purpose. They panicked and he had to get away somehow. He wished he could explain and even ask for help. Of all days to forget to bring his ring and tablet.

He chirped softly at his last question. Honestly, he did not know. He had not gone this far out before. Jumping would be the easiest way to get back but for obvious reasons, that was not an option.

He drew something on the snow and ice. It was a crude picture of a house followed a question mark. How could he get back to his room?]

[hellosailor]

[He squinted at the drawing for a minute, then shook his head.]

I don't got a clue where you're stayin' pal, but we're not far from the place they keep the transporter. It's about a mile and a half in that direction.

[He pointed behind them and to the left. If it seemed haphazard it wasn't. He had a good sense of direction and enough brains to memorize the nearest place he could get to if shit went south.]

You'll pass a tower poking out of the snow and I threw a shirt on a pole about halfway there. Should be easy enough to orient yourself.

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[The transporter, he could find his way from there. The gesture did not seem haphazard to him; such was the trust he placed in Victor that he believed in his abilities. He stood to his full height, looking in the direction he pointed. He rasped softly and he nodded once again. Yes, he should be able to find his way from there. He smiled, teeth barely peeking out from his mouth.

The ends of his blue scarf licked the air as the breeze passed him. His feet sank through the snow as he began to walk. He was definitely not suited for this weather. However, he was tall enough that it did not trouble him. He stopped, briefly, to turn around and wave at Victor.]

[hellosailor]

[He huffed, returning the wave, although it looked more like he was shooing the creature away.

He really needed to get back to his shutters. And hope this didn't give him nightmares.]