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

A. Mid December time

[smallest]

[He came from the sky, fleeing from the city. The only warning to his arrival was his shadow racing over the land below. He hit the ice with a sharp sound. A network of cracks wove around him. A flea on the ice was a strange and frightening experience. Fearful of falling into the water, he cried shrilly. He ran on his hands and feet, going nowhere on the slippery surface.

He fell on his face and he slid across the ice. His gloved hands could not grip onto the ice to make him stop. Large, red eyes winced from the pain, barely catching sight of someone. He looked up. It was the man from before. He gasped, remembering that this was the man with a gun.]

b

[encharrneered]

[ Speaking of shops, Rinth's been arguing at one not too far from the pawn shop Sully had visited. In the underground tunnels of snowy Exsilium, she's at one of the stores that's a mix of outdoor and indoor, so the argument is outside and on display for all to see. It's one of the butcher shops and she's at her usual trade since getting here, selling what she hunts up. This time it's a string of fat, puffy-feathered birds.

That alone gets her hackles up. Thankfully, the locals can't see those, the holographic disguise yet again coming in handy. Still, the big burly lumberjack of a man that she parades around as when she has to talk to the locals has that out of place voice; it's growly, sure, but still a little too high pitched than one would expect out of a dude.

If by any chance Sully has his own little Initiative-made devices on hand, he might be able to see right through the disguise to the big angry charr herself. ]

You know how scarce large game is all of the sudden? [ Since the Transports showed up, thanks guys! ] I'm not even asking for the same I want for deer and hogs and you expect me to throw in half of them for free? Give me a break!

[ She has a building to keep heated! New wiring to buy! ]

Option I Do What I Want: near his shitty ice shack

[totallytrustworthy]

[Discretion is the name of the game. Or at least discreet is what she hopes to be when Chloe slinks in during the middle of the day to drop off one hastily wrapped care package near the front of the shelter Victor's set up for himself. The pressed cardboard box she's holding isn't light, isn't properly taped shut and damn if the contents rolling about inside don't make it any sturdier as she trudges through near knee high snow.

But it's fine, it's all fine: she'll set it on his doorstep, walk off, and put together a pair of makeshift rackets from torn down pine branches to keep herself on top of the snow for the trip home rather than under it as she ought to have done in the first place.

Ah well, hindsight and all that.]

I DO WHAT I WAAAANT also in town

[cyphered]

[Nate is still busying himself with trading and pawning off everything he's managed to swipe from various vendors for cash. Today proved to be fairly fruitful -- if he kept this up, he'd have his sled team in no time...not to mention some essentials for his little hole in the wall. Being human had its advantages here -- he had seen some less-than-human folk trying to sneak around with less than stellar results.

He had long ago decided that would work in his favor too. If they couldnt trade here with locals, then they could trade with him outside. Maybe. If he felt like it.

Nate is just waltzing along, keeping his eyes out until he spots a gentleman in a rush on his way out. After bumping into him rather hard (with a hasty apology and a haphazard effort to help him upright again), he turns away from the somewhat heated encounter with a small sack of coin. Not much, but it was something at least.

He will spend some time discreetly counting it in his pocket as he wanders, adjusting the backpack slung over his shoulder. He's so distracted that he doesn't spot Sully until he nearly bumps into him. Awkward.]

c, late also hoping this all is cool hi sorry forgive me

[irritating]

[ After deciding she needed a goddamn drink today, Apollo had also decided this of course was a great time to spring a short notice invitation for drinks on Sully via a couple text messages: one asking if he was busy, and the other giving him directions to a bar she'd be in shortly in case he wasn't and wanted to join her.

It was kind of last minute, spur of the moment of her but hey, fuck making proper plans, right?

In any case, Apollo can be found sitting at the bar downing a glass of whisky regardless of whether or not Sully is coming. Even though they've never met in person before and have only seen one another through video on the network (and although she's had to keep her unique little wings hidden due to the local's stupid dislike of them), Apollo's still a pretty recognizable woman. It's the bright red colour of her hair, mostly, although her enthusiastic energy as she slams down an empty glass and calls for a second drink is distinctive enough as well. ]