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

No worries no worries!

[smallest]

[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?

[smallest]

[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.

[smallest]

[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.]