exsiliumlogs | Gather 'round people, wherever you roam

Entry tags:

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!))

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Sounds a lot like the movies. You've got, oh, a daring and bold pirate. Some damsels maybe. A bit of swinging down off the cross beams with a sword in your teeth. [He can see her doing that last one. The wings might help.]

Of course, the movies don't give a damn about proper sailing. Only about the danger.

[He wasn't honestly big on movies either way. Oh sure, there were a few classics, but it required a lot of sitting and waiting and hell if there weren't more interesting things to do.]

Oh? And how's a girl like you end up a pirate, anyway? I bet that's a story.

[ Well, that's an interesting take on pirates. She hadn't watched anything to do with pirates (or, well, anything to do with much else for that matter) for much the same reason: it involved too much sitting around when there were more interesting things to do. An abundance of energy meant Apollo didn't sit still for very long. ]

The danger's the fun part though! Fuck, even I don't get that worked up about the sailing. Always been in charge of weaponry, when I had a crew. [ A pause as she drinks away, as though she's been drinking water this entire time and not knocking back multiple glasses of whisky. ] Let the others fuck around with the ship herself, y'know? I'll just make sure nobody important fuckin' dies.

[ She just shrugs and laughs a bit at the question. ] Gramps was one of the greatest adventurers of his time, apparently, and he raised us so... dunno, guess there ain't a story. Just kinda always surrounded by piracy.

How 'bout you, then? You a sailor, or doya just go 'round settin' up shady bars?

Aw now darlin', don't be like that! Your ship's your girl.

[More importantly, your ship was your defense against the ocean and damn if you didn't need that. The ocean was a fucking bastard.]

Nobody important, eh? [He shoots her a sideways grin as he takes another drink. He was willing to bet she was pragmatic about that sort of thing.

Pirate family, huh? That was something you don't hear everyday. Well, it made sense, modern day pirates certainly made it a family affair. Still, it was hard to imagine you could appreciate how nuts being a pirate was when you grew up in the thick of it.]

Us? You got some brothers and sisters then?

[Then he laughed, shrugging easily] Nothing as exciting as your story. I was a Navy man. Did my years, found something better to do. Treasure hunting, mostly, if you catch my meaning.

[He meant he was a thief, con-man, and occasional mercenary. A bad man, if you will.]

Never had a bar before. Always wanted one though, figured this place gives me a damn good opportunity. Not much point in treasure-hunting. And who said anything about shady? I'm insulted.

[He certainly didn't look insulted.]

Been a while since I've been part of a proper crew, but yeah, keepin' the ship and her crew battle ready was my job. Master Gunner was my title. Normally you only get one on board, but the Nimirum had two 'cause Cap'n couldn't choose between me an' my twin sister. [ Pirate families aren't entirely common in her world either, but literally as far back as she can remember, it's always been her, Artemis, and their grandfather. ] Found another sister along the way too. We ain't blood related, but she might as well be.

[ It's been a while since she's talked much about her family here, but she doesn't mind. In any case, she's quickly distracted from her own history when he mentions that being in the Navy is a part of his. ]

Oh, good. Can't say I've ever gotten along with a Navy man before. [ A pause, that she strategically fills with some drinking and a shrug. ] Least not when he knows I'm a pirate, anyway. Good career change though, treasure huntin's a beautiful thing. [ Oh yeah, that grin of hers alone is indication enough that she catches his meaning.

His claim to being insulted gets a short little laugh out of her. ] Aw, sorry sugar. [ She's not sorry. ] It's just that most bars that host illegal fights and get supplies from pirates tend to be on the shady side, is all.

[He nodded. Made sense, she didn't seem like the patient sort. Guns suited her fine.]

Twins? You mean there's two of you floating around? Your world sure got lucky. [God, he loved twins. The concept of them, at least. In practice it could get a little messy.]

Ah well, probably never met a Navy man like me before. [His relationship with the Navy was complicated, to say the least. It should be the straight-laced world he tried to escape from, but really it was, hell, what took him to where he was now. He didn't throw the damn dog tags away, after all.] And yeah, I like it. It's never boring.

[Not strictly true, but it was the romantic way to phrase it. And it was a lot less predictable than a lot of other professions.]

I see where you're coming from, but you know, the rich are the biggest crooks of all. I'm thinking high-class debauchery.

[Or at least, middle range. Nothing too dark, else you'd make chump-change.]

There was. Just one now. [ The implication of that is pretty clear, and although she's come to terms with losing her sister by this stage in her life, she's well aware that 'my twin sister is dead' isn't exactly a topic that fits the mood here. So she's worded that answer carefully and, after knocking back what's left of her drink, is quick to give him a smile and move on. ]

Probably not! [ It's not hard to tell he's interested her enough to grow on her already, not with that amused, delighted expression of hers. ] Guess that's the fuckin' wonder of a multicultural world like this, huh?

[ Another drink is set down in front of her then, the bartender at this point not even needing any cues from Apollo to know she wants another. ]

'Course they are, how d'you think they got rich in the first place? So is that what you're goin' for, then? High class debauchery?

Oh.

[But she clearly doesn't want his sympathies, not with a smooth redirect like that. Instead he takes another drink, and lets her turn the conversation.]

So they say. Here's to multiculturalism. [He raises his glass, a clear invitation to another toast. He'd polish it off with another drink.

He shifted at that, shrugged a little and glanced off. Concrete plans were still incoming.]

Mmm, sort of. Thinking something in the middle. Something nice enough but not too-stuffy. Place to unwind. No bugs or anything, although I guess you don't really have to worry about that here.

[ She's not typically one for throwing around toasts and whatnot herself, but she'll happily clink her glass against his when he proposes one. ]

What a fuckin' world, yeah? [ And with that, wow her glass sure does go from full to empty in a matter of seconds. ]

Aw, sounds cute. [ Not exactly the right word for it, but she seems to think it's fitting enough. That or the whisky's making her care less about proper word choice at this point. ] It'd be nice to have a place like that. I mean sure you can unwind where ever the fuck you want if you just don't give a shit, but havin' somethin'... cozier than this set up here, [ Vague hand gesture to indicate she's referring to the bar they're in. ] that'd be fuckin' golden. Definitely a project I'm happy to helpya out with, too!

What a fuckin' world. [And down the hatch. He'd had enough by now that the bitterness didn't bite anymore. It was all fun from here.]

Cute? [Not exactly what he was going for. But he could work with it. He'd word with cute before.]

I thought it'd be nice to have a place the transports can relax a bit. And spend a bit of cash while they're at it. If we can wrangle a few locals in that'd be great, too.

[Time for a shift. He leaned in closer to her again, set his hand on her upper back, conscious all the time of her invisible wings. Hell, did those things make other activities difficult? Ah well, there were always work arounds.]

But enough business, we're here for pleasure, remember?

Or... y'know, some other word. Maybe a bit of cute would be cute, though.

[ There, some whisky inspired logic for him. Still though, other than that she's doing pretty alright. Definitely alright enough to start in on another drink, which is exactly what she's doing the second another glass is placed on the counter in front of her. ]

Good setup. [ The comment is idle anyway, but her mind is immediately taken away from business as soon as his hand is on her back. She's noticeably reactive to touch, it seems, since just that motion alone gets her to instantly shift a bit by turning her shoulders more towards him, and leaning in closer herself. Even if his hand moves low enough to brush invisible feathers she won't mind - Apollo loves her wings, she hates having to hide them, and they definitely don't make any other activities difficult, as far as she's concerned. ]

Mm, right, let's get back to that then, yeah?

I was thinking cute outfits for the barmaids. Little skirts, maybe something Bavarian themed.

[The way he's smiling it's hard to tell if he's joking or not. He's not, as it turns out.

The bartender puts another in front of him, and he shoots the guy a look that's all amusement. Apparently he didn't have any rules about giving more booze to the drunks. Not that Sully was drunk, but if he was the guy behind the counter he would have assumed that Apollo was. God bless pirate angels.

He nursed his drink lazily now, enjoying it as much as he could. No point in rushing at this point.]

Good. You havin' a good time? If you're bored it looks like there's a pool table or something near enough to it over there. Or darts, I bet you're a real pro. Of course, we could also just get out of here...

[It's trailed off casually enough. He didn't have any real preference at this point. The night was young and he was pretty sure he knew how it was going to end.]

[ She has no idea what 'Bavarian' means but apparently it involves short skirts, so her response is just a little noise of approval as her mouth is otherwise occupied with slowly but steadily drinking from yet another new glass. Apollo isn't to a point where she'd call herself drunk, although she'd definitely admit to feeling that familiar buzz that makes life so much better. She had been drinking even before Sully had arrived, after all, so by now that isn't too surprising anyway. ]

Not bored, but you're right about me bein' pro at darts. [ Being an excellent aim when it came to pistols and knives translated well into being excellent at throwing darts too. ] Think you'd be any match for me? Besides, I'm thinkin' you could do with a few more drinks anyway.

[ She isn't about to rush him, but apparently trying to get some more booze in him isn't off the table. A good time outside the bar isn't either, which she'll confirm by leaning into his space as she slides off of her stool, placing her fingers very briefly on his thigh, and speaking in a lower voice for a moment, her words clearly intended just for him: ] Then yeah, sugar, we'll get outta here.

[ And then she's removing herself from his personal bubble and smiling almost deviously over the rim of her glass. ] Let's fuck around here a bit more while we still got booze around, yeah?

Me? Well, I've fleeced more'n a few marks with a dartboard in my life. I dare say I can hold my own.

[Darts was one of those time-honored ways to blow time in the military and beyond. He'd been perfecting it since he was a drunken teenager. By now the little feathered shafts were like old friends.

Oh. Hello. He grins wickedly at the touch, doesn't do the slightest thing to disturb it. He liked this girl.]

Sounds like a plan I can get behind. Bartender?

[He gets the guy's attention and then points towards the dart board against the far wall.] Another couple for me and the lady, alright?

[With that he drops off his stool, takes the chance to rest his hand low on her back as he stands next to her.]

Ladies first.

Yeah? Show me, then.

[ That grin doesn't go unnoticed. It's a good reaction to get, and all she can do is match his expression with one of her own. She watches him as he talks to the bartender and slides off his stool, and makes a soft hum to indicate she likes the hand on her back when it rests there.

'Ladies first' gets another amused expression from her, and it prompts her to take him up on that too. It takes her a second to compose herself enough to move without showing that standing up after drinking so much sitting down kind of made the alcohol quite suddenly went to her head, but before long she's got herself a handful of darts and she's ready to go. ]

Betcha first one's a bullseye.

[ Bets typically involve the other person saying something, but Apollo doesn't seem to be serious about it since she's throwing the first one without waiting for an answer and - well, look at that, the dart sure is stuck right in the red in the middle. ] Ah! See? [ Not that she doubted herself in the first place, but it certainly amuses her nonetheless. ]

[And that's what he was hoping for. He lets his hand slide off her back when she heads off, takes the time to stare at her ass. He noticed the pause, so apparently she wasn't completely immune to the hard alcohol this place was slinging.

He trails after her, and grabs the other set of darts, twisting one between his fingers. Flashy. Some of the feathers were a little bent and he's pretty sure the balance is skewed, but the gentle twisting between his thumb and forefinger give him idea of how.

He grinned at her cock-sure attitude and gestured for her to go on. Not like she was waiting, anyway. And there she goes.]

Lucky shot!

[He slid into position in front of the board- a strange looking contraption, different rings and wedges than he was used to, and took a careful draw back before letting it fly. When it stuck firmly in the outer-bullseye he tried not to wince too-dramatically. He didn't want to give himself away.]

Damn!

[ She can't not laugh at that comment. Lucky? Please. ]

Luck's got nothin' to do with it, sugar.

[ Well, maybe it has a little bit to do with it, but that's all. Apollo knows she's too good of an aim not to be excellent at shit like this, and that cock-sure attitude Sully's already noticed is definitely another thing preventing her from admitting to any possible luck that may have happened.

Instead, she watches how he throws with that curious, amused look of hers firmly in place, then laughs good naturedly when he curses. ]

Aw, almost there! [ She purposely steps a little closer to him for her next throw - that once again lands squarely in the center. Well, her amusement isn't going away anytime soon. ] But you better hurry before there's no room on the bullseye left for you at all, yeah?

Hey now, you're a thief. You know as well as I do luck's always got something to do with it.

[He lets her sidle up close, tilts his head to watch her throw. Side effect is that his face is even closer to hers.]

Aw, don't be like that. I think I just need the stakes to be a little higher. How about this [He held up his next dart, turning the thing around in his fingers deftly], I get this bad boy in the center, you give me a kiss. Sound like a bet darlin?

[Of course, a bet had two sides, but it was up to her to decide what happened if he lost.]

Hey, maybe I'm just so good I don't even need luck.

[ Apollo knows he's right though, so she doesn't sound too serious about that. Hell, dumb luck is basically her best friend at this point in her life, whether she even realizes it or not.

The bet he puts forward intrigues her, which shines through in that devious smile of hers she so often wears. She takes the time to work at her drink a bit more before she voices her answer, even though she's decided on that the second the suggestion's come out of Sully's mouth. ]

Mmhm, sure fuckin' does.

[ She hasn't decided on what happens if he loses yet, but she'll make up her mind later if it comes to that. Not that that was entirely fair, but she figures she can get away with, since they'll likely be doing something he might enjoy either way. ]

God, remind me not to follow you under any ladders girl.

[He says it with a grin though, clearly not serious. He'd follow damn near any woman under a ladder if she looked good enough. Admittedly an attitude like that had gotten him in a fair amount of trouble throughout his life.]

Well then, it's a deal.

[He weighs the pros and cons in his mind. He could throw the bet, push it a little and get a better payoff. She hadn't said what she'd do if he lost, which could be a good thing. Or a bad thing. Then again, he didn't really need to push it. She was clearly on-board.

Nah.]

Here we go- [And with that he let it fly. And fly it did, nestling itself expertly between the two darts already there. The lower one jostled enough to unstick itself.

He turned towards her, fake-sheepish.] Guess I got lucky.

[ And look at that, she doesn't have to think of something after all. Which is just as well, since she's curious and attracted enough to like the terms he's set forth already.

What's left of her drink and her darts are set down on whatever surface is closest to her right now so she can have both of hands free when she moves into his personal space again, tall enough to just about be eye level with him. She presses her fingertips to the center of his chest, flashes him a grin, and a playful, entertained sort of look. ]

Yeah, guess you did.

[ Then her fingers are curling so she can grip on the fabric of his shirt, intending to tug him closer even though she's moving in on her own accord anyway. With her head tilted just right and the fingers of her other hand coming to rest against the side of his neck, Apollo leans forward and presses her lips to his. It's too early for her to be rough with him, she knows that, but that doesn't mean she's necessarily going to be soft as she kisses him either - there's a certain firmness that comes with where she's keeping her hands and how those slightly parted lips of hers move against him. There's no hesitation, she knows what she's doing, and she'll let him react however he wants to. ]

[He watches her set down the darts with a grin, but doesn't bother to set down his own. And he doesn't move when she puts her fingers on him, a surprisingly firm touch that his undershirt did nothing to disguise.

When she grabs him and pulls, he lets her move him, the slightest amount. There was something decidedly nice about not having to bend to reach her, an ease that he's not used to- not many women could match his height- and it makes him grin against her lips.

But other than that he's not doing much else- no hands go wandering, and he doesn't do anything but return the exact same amount of pressure, tilt his own face to meet hers a little more evenly. He doesn't even take advantage of the slightly parted lips. Far as he was concerned, she was in charge. After all, he won the kiss.

And it was definitely worth it. She wasn't timid at all. A promise of things to come, he assumed.]

[ Apollo is always interested to see how a man reacts to having her in his space and kissing him, and very quickly she decides that she likes Sully's reaction. She wouldn't have minded any wandering hands if he had decided to explore a bit, but she can appreciate his decision not to all the same. It tells her that he thinks she's in charge, and well, that's exactly the kind of thing she loves.

So she lingers a bit longer for him, her teeth very briefly and lightly brushing against his bottom lip for a moment in there, before she tilts her head up enough to separate their mouths. But she doesn't quite remove herself yet. Her hands stay where they are, and her lips are still so close to him that the warmth of her breath comes out right against the skin of his cheek when she asks, ]

That good enough, sugar?

[ Even though she knows it absolutely is. ]

[The scrape of teeth makes him exhale hard through his nose. Look, he could play at being stone all day, but he was just a man. And she certainly knew what she was doing.

He doesn't argue when she stays in his space, either, now that the kiss is officially over he does let his hands wander a bit, the one without darts loops around to rest comfortably above her hip]

Well [He tilts his head and makes a thoughtful face] I won't say I'm disappointed, but I do get the feeling you can do better.

[Then he shrugs, letting the grin come back] 'Course, getting arrested for public indecency would put a hamper on our plans a bit.

[ She pulls her head back a bit so she can study his face better when he answers and she releases his shirt from the grip of her fingers, but other than that she's staying right where she is a while longer, fingertips curiously trailing down his chest a few inches. ]

I can do much better.

[ The mention of public indecency makes her laugh, short but amused all the same. ]

Aw, does that mean we aren't gonna fuck on the pool table?

[ She's kidding. Mostly. Public indecency isn't technically new to her, but even she realizes that's uh, a bit too far. ]

[The smile doesn't leave, even when her fingers trail lower, pushing the edges of his dog-tags into his skin. Familiar.]

Hey now, what do you take me for? That's not first date behavior. More like second.

[He smiles through the joke, lazily circling his thumb over her hip, in a smooth, easy motion. He liked her. She was fun. Easy. Not that kind of easy (although, frankly, yes that kind of easy too), but low maintenance. Not that he didn't enjoy the hunt, sometimes it was just nice to be on the same page.]

You know, you keep this up and I'm not sure I'll manage to get another drink in me.

Gather 'round people, wherever you roam

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

no subject

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)

(no subject)