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

[totallytrustworthy]

Previous adventures were not always that kind. [Unfriendly subject aside, she says it cheerfully enough; moves on towards the next topic.]

No. That was made for me.

[hellosailor]

Huh.

[There's a moment of dead silence. Not on purpose, he's just focused on the small fortune sitting in front of him. Thinking about what he's going to do with it.

Finding a fence in this place might be hard, but he doesn't trust himself to cut it into pieces. A sliver of it was probably worth a pretty penny. He'd be best off looking for a jeweler straight off. Hopefully one that wouldn't ask too many questions. Shouldn't, not with a prize like this sitting in front of them. He could try a bank, take out a loan against it. But the truth was that financial institutions made him nervous. Too many rules. Too much money that wasn't his.

Ah well, something to think about. Speaking-]

Hell, right. You wait right there darlin'.

[There's not much for her to wait, it's not like he has to go to another room. Just over to the box he's got sitting on the small table by his bed. Opens it up and digs around for a second before weaving his way back with his palm wrapped tight around something.]

Now I didn't have time to wrap it, so I'm gonna need you to hold out your hand and close your eyes.

800 years later I am home flutters into your arms!!

[totallytrustworthy]

I swear, Victor, if you're planning on pranking me... [But Chloe does oblige, holding out her hands (cupped and set against one another) and waiting patiently with her eyes pressed shut. ]

[hellosailor]

Where's the trust?

[He waits until he's sure she's not peeking, then holds his fist over the top of her hands. All it takes is opening his hand and the rabbit's foot is successfully transferred.]

Now, you're not allowed to judge. I might have sprung for something a little more ostentatious if I'd known what you had planned.

[It hadn't been easy to get, though. Lucky rabbit's feet apparently went somewhat out of style in the future. He'd had to explain the idea to local taxidermist. Still, he'd managed, and it was fitted with a little clip and everything.]

Figured you'd need this, if you and Charlie plan on going the way you're going.

[It could be a harsh thing to say, but it doesn't sound that way at all.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Aha, very funny. [Which is said just as fondly, just as mildly as his own remark as she turns it over in her hand. Soft fur, even in a society that's drowning in it, is no less soothing against her skin.

And honestly she could use a little luck.] It's lovely, darling. Thank you.

[hellosailor]

Hey, it might have saved you from lockup. Who knows, around here they might actually work. Can't hurt to have lady luck on your side.

[He was fond of lady luck, even though she was a bitch most of the time. Prone to stabbing you where it hurt when you weren't looking. But weren't all the best women?]

No, thank you. And merry goddamn Christmas Chloe.

[He threw himself back down into the chair and picked up the open bottle again. When wasn't a good time to drink, honestly?]

[totallytrustworthy]

Maybe if you got it enchanted.

[Chloe pockets it, gives it an affectionate pat before she closes in to give the sorry bastard a legitimate hug. Deal with it, Sullivan.] Happy Christmas, sweetheart.

[hellosailor]

[He takes it, only slightly fumbling the bottle in his hand. He manages to maneuver well enough to set it back on the table. Then it's easy to return the motion, even with the bulky coats in the way. Just a fold of the arms and a solid pressure. No half-assed hugs from this guy.]

Hey now, don't get all sappy on me. I've got a reputation. Or at least, I plan on getting one.

[There's a crooked grin there, the promise of future misbehavior.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Secret's always been safe with me.

[A promise she's glad of, and proves as much when the hug's broken and he earns himself a friendly pat on the bum in parting. Christ. Professional coin-bender right there.]

So long as you keep mine, of course.

[hellosailor]

[In his defense he takes it without even the slightest jump. There was no such thing as unwanted physical contact.]

Well, I certainly won't be telling Cutter about that.

[He smooths his coat back down, standing moire steadily. And the grin hasn't gone anywhere yet.]

Just as you know, this eliminates any chance of you saying you washed your hands of this venture. I'll keep you updated. Consider yourself a shadow investor for the time being.

[totallytrustworthy]

Ooh, shadow investor. Like the sound of that, actually. [Suits her, she thinks.] just keep me updated on your progress, will you?

[hellosailor]

Hey, I've got to answer to my investors.

[Well, for now. If it all went tits-up he'd probably keep that to himself.]

I take it you've got somewhere to be?

[totallytrustworthy]

Well-- no. [It's not a hesitant response, just a thoughtful one. Wasn't planning on sticking around, wasn't planning on him wanting her to.] But I thought you had a hole that needed digging.

[hellosailor]

That I do, [He grins at her, wickedly] But I'm sure I'd appreciate a little help. You know how to dig, right?

[It's obviously a joke. She probably hadn't had to dig a hole in her whole life. Not when there was a man over the age of twelve in her general vicinity.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Haven't got a clue, darling. Shame. [And oh, it's a sharp grin she's wearing when she says it.]

[hellosailor]

Alright, if you're going to be like that. Get the hell out of here and leave me to toil.

[He pats her on the back, comfortable enough (not even as low as he thinks he could get away with).]

I'm sure I'll be seeing you soon

[totallytrustworthy]

To [Wait for it:] toilet, you mean?

[hellosailor]

[His face goes blank immediately, and when he speaks his voice is dead serious]

Get out of my house.

[totallytrustworthy]

Oh come on, you wouldn't throw Nate out for saying a thing like that, would you? [Because he would and you know it-- well, you do know it. In the future.]

[hellosailor]

God, now you're telling me I've gone soft? Are you trying to make me cry?

[But he can't keep up the offended farce long, so the grin is back again. Toilet. Really.]

[totallytrustworthy]

Well I try, but it hasn't worked yet. [So frustrating, that.]

[hellosailor]

Vicious! [He rubbed his hands together, ready to head back into the cold. Or at least, as ready as he was likely to be.] Alright, alright. Get the heck out of here before I decide that sitting and drinking sounds better than working.

[totallytrustworthy]

Mmm. I'm going, I'm going. [It's waved off with a grin as she makes for his sorry little exit.] Try to stay out of trouble, would you?

Or at least don't get caught when you do.