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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!))
no subject
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.]
no subject
[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.]