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exsiliumlogs2014-01-10 10:45 pm
hellosailor) wrote in exsiliumlogs2014-01-10 10:45 pm
Gather 'round people, wherever you roam
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!))
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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Yeah. Right. Bad habit.
[The hand in his pocket goes still and he manages an easy grin.]
Shopping around for a new fanny pack, Sully?
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[Well this is awkward.]
Very funny kid. Glad to see your sense of humor hasn't changed.
[He figured it was safest to stick with jokes. Jokes were easy. And sure, he didn't usually prefer the safe option but in this case-]
Nah, just rustling up some pocket money. [He doesn't bother to hide the look he shoots at Nate's pocket-hand] You know how it is.
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[He saw. Great. It was an amateur con, even if it worked, so Nate is just going to pretend Sully didn't see anything. In light of that, the jokes don't get returned.]
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[He fishes in his pocket for the cash he'd managed to ferret out of the tight-assed miser who ran the place, coins held up in his fingers.]
Ta-da. It's a goddamn travesty. Still, enough for a drink.
[Which was all he really needed. It was hard to steal a drink.]
You?
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[In response to Sully's question, Nate shrugs until his fingers creep out of his pocket with one coin to flash before it disappears.]
Can't complain, I guess.
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[He does grin at the flash of coin, brings his arm around to slap Nate on the shoulder] Attaboy!
[A small woman pushes her way past him, and he drops his arm suddenly. Remembers that they're standing practically in the middle of the road. As familiar as that was it wasn't exactly conducive to real conversation. Not with the topics they were likely to broach. Of course, he could dodge the real conversation but, hell. It's not like he'd be able to avoid it forever. Nah, he'd put it off long enough.]
Hey, you know, I owe you a talk but ah, here might not be the best place for it. You got somewhere you're going?
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Just home. We can talk there.
[He had entertained asking Sully to live with him at least once, but had gotten cold feet every time he thought about their first encounter in this world. Things would probably be better if he kept some distance.
He doesn't wait for his answer, and starts to backtrack toward his hole in the wall. There was no telling how long he would be able to smooze the local he was renting it from, but he'd cross that bridge when he came to it.]
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[That was a positive sign. At least he wasn't living in a cardboard box on the streets. Never mind that was the gist of his own situation, at least he didn't have to feel guilty about abandoning Nate to his own devices.
He followed a step or two behind him, staring at the back of his head. He has not a goddamn clue what he's going to say to him. Or ask. What does he want to know, really? He was never one to pry. Prying into his own life probably worse.]
You been here long?
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[He slips through a door and down a small hallway to one of the few doors on the first floor -- no lock, with a door that is obviously a bit weather worn. Not the best flat, but better than nothing when it came to winter. Unlike most of his cohorts, Nate liked to be in the center of things -- made intelligence gathering a lot easier until he got sick of walls pressing in on him. He imagined he wouldn't be able to stay for long if the locals ever started to talk about their things going missing.
They would pin it on him too quickly simply for being a newcomer. They also wouldn't be wrong.
He steps aside to let Sully step inside. Its not furnished, save for a couch, a chair and a coffee table in the middle of the room, and a bed off in the corner. There's a pile of tools in the corner that Nate has managed to collect, chief of them being a sledgehammer and an ice pick. On the table is a small collection of various nick knacks that he hasn't determined the value of just yet.]
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[He's actually pretty impressed. It wasn't the plaza but it was a damn sight nicer than Sully's place. He had a couch and everything. No lock, but hell, if he'd done his job the neighbors would leave him alone, anyway.]
Nice set-up you've got here.
[Alright, he's just talking to talk now. It's pretty obvious.]
Been keeping busy?
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[He grins proudly in Sully's direction and pats the couch. Getting that thing in there hadn't been easy by himself, let alone getting the "neighbor" to part with it. A story for another day maybe.]
Mostly getting this set-up, yeah. These guys are pretty receptive to regifting, as long as they don't pick up on it.
[It wasn't as if he could leave town -- he had no way of moving through the snow, save for his ill-fit shoes. That was next on the list. Charlie had already berated him for it.
Sully's question makes Nate think twice.]
What about you?
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[Bitching aside, he heads over to the real-live couch and throws himself into it, not ginger in the least. He'd had too much of the shitty excuse for a mattress.]
Well, I'd tell you to keep your nose clean, but who am I kidding?
[And there it was, million dollar question. But that conversation with Chloe aside, he wasn't really-
It wasn't ready yet. That's all.]
Nothin' much yet. Exploring some options. Getting the piece of shit I call home in ship-shape. I figure I deserve some down time after that whole goddamn moon shebang. [Nate being part of said shebang]
Look, I ah- I talked to Chloe. Trying to figure out where everyone stands. I've only got history with her through you, after all. [He's not sure what he's trying to say here. He figures it'll come to him if he speaks slowly enough.]
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[His smile broadens when Sully makes use of his couch. Its oddly nice to provide for him for a change.]
Piece of shit huh? Well, make yourself comfortable. I'm not entertaining anyone this week.
[Or...you know, ever. But then he mentions Chloe, which seems to get his attention enough to pause. Trying to figure out where everyone stands?]
What'd she say?
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[He'd certainly prioritized drinks over couches. At this exact moment he was prioritizing drinks over pretty much anything else.]
Yeah it's a real goddamn charmer. And you're not supposed to brag about not getting laid, Nate. You'll make me cry.
[That was an easier question to answer than others. Still, he shifted uncomfortably on the couch, looped his arms up over the back to cover it up.]
She said you guys went through a rough patch, but you eventually made up. And that you showed up here at about the worst possible time.
[Gunshot and halfway through a hunt. Betrayed and as far as he could figure alone. Not really a place anyone wanted to be. Certainly not a place he wanted Nate to be. Shoulda thought about that in the first place.]
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[He doesn't bother giving Sully an answer to that second footnote. The state of his lays was sorry indeed, but that didn't mean he had to acknowledge it. He's got way too much on his mind aside from that anyway.
Sully's answer gives him a nice segway. Nate forces himself to grin, despite not feeling it.]
Well, she's not wrong. Showing up at the worst possible time is a running theme these days.
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And- hell. He doesn't know Nate well enough to make the call, but that doesn't seem like the most genuine smile he's ever seen.]
Well, I guess there are upsides to this place. They've got some real talented doctors. If you want to call them that.
[He didn't.]
And the making up part? Not wrong there, too?
[He doesn't know what he'll do if the answer is no. If they've not made up. Who the hell are you supposed to side with in a situation like that? He was no good at being Switzerland.]
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[He still isn't sure how he survived at home. The fact that what had saved him on the moon base had been magic, it makes him sick to think about. But Chloe had mentioned him being alive, so something must have done the job.]
I guess, yeah.
[Was he still a little mad? Of course. He was only human after all, and she had hurt him pretty badly. By the same token, she had fended Flynn off long enough for him to get away, and she approached him in good faith here.
So in reality, what was left to be mad about? Nate breaks the awkward silence with:]
Its complicated, alright?
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And that was the answer he was looking for- it's enough to make him relax almost instantly, a tension easing out of his shoulders. He hadn't been aware just how much it was preying on him, but hell, of course it was. No amount of fucking around with a half-destroyed building was going to make it less of a deal.
Of course, it really couldn't be that simple, could it.]
Hey, I get that. This whole damn situation's complicated, isn't it? This is worse than that time in Panama, you remember what I told you about Panama, right? With that chica and her cartel father-
[And he was deflecting.]
Anyway. Yeah I get it.
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Well. Awkward was fine.
He reaches over to clap Sully on the shoulder and grins again, like he didn't just awkwardly shrug off that entire conversation that just occurred.]
Don't worry about it, yeah? You're not gonna find us pointing guns at one another any time soon.
[There's a small pause, and his grin adds teeth awkwardly.]
--with...the intention of shooting.
[At least on his end. But he doesn't add that.]
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[His grin is all teeth.]
Well, that's fine then.
[And now what? He could ask Nate about his life, but he's not honestly sure he wants to know. What in the hell would it tell him, anyway? Actions spoke louder than words.]
So, got any terrible plans brewing?
[Ah, perfect.]