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!))

Comments

[encharrneered]

[ Biggest of the big angry cat things around. The look she turns to give Sully alone should prove that, because it is definitely not a welcoming one. Lucky for him, she has other humans to glare at, and so she's back to snarling at the local one soon enough.

How snarling translates through the disguise can't be pretty, seeing how the butcher takes a step back at that. ]

He's going back on our earlier deal when it comes to smaller game because I haven't been bringing anything bigger in lately with it! Pulling this on me because I'm a new face in town, aren't you? Think I'll just roll with it not to ruffle feathers, huh?

[ It isn't the right way at all, but this place has done the opposite of wonders for her temper. Even without this place, surrounded by humans, it never was that stellar to begin with! ]

[hellosailor]

Whoa, hey now. I'm sure we can come to a mutually beneficial agreement here.

[He's not actually certain at all, but he sure as hell hopes they can at least avoid bodies. Bodies are bad.]

I'm sure this nice gentleman wouldn't try to pull anything over on you. Not on such an excellent hunter. [Sully shoots the guy a look with raised brows. Charr was an excellent hunter. Ie killer. This guy had to be suicidal] He probably just doesn't understand the situation. Now it's true that big game is getting scarce, but that doesn't make handful of good birds like these worth any less, does it?

[He's giving his best 'follow along with me and don't get killed' face. Hopefully the butcher wasn't as stupid as he looked.]

[encharrneered]

[ Rinth can handle bodies better than people, though. Bodies can be handled if they end up with bodies. Still, she keeps quiet and listens. As for the guy, well, all he saw was another human, not unlike himself, if a little strange.

If he knew what she really was, this conversation would involve a lot more screaming.

Still, he isn't an idiot. He recognizes the look Sully is shooting him and between him and Rinth, he seems slightly less murderous. ]

I... guess so. I'm just worried about an influx of 'em, you know? There's been a whole lot of new people 'round lately who seem inclined to bring stuff in, too.

[ So he says.

Rinth just keeps on looming ominously. ]

[hellosailor]

And that seems like the sort of thing you worry about when an influx does come in. It's not like these birds are going to keep for weeks. And your customers are still willing to pay.

[He looked back over to the homicidal cat, careful not to aim his eyes too-high.]

And I'm sure this guy understands that you're a businessman. So maybe the two of you can meet in the middle.

[And not cause a goddamn scene in the middle of the street. Hell, he didn't sign up for this. But if the transports were outed things would go to hell fast. Sully knew that'd be just as bad for him as anyone else.]

Come on, boys