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I don't tend to trust people who say they're doing sierra for my own good. How bout you?
2014-06-23 03:33![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
totallytrustworthy
totallytrustworthyWho: Chloe Frazer and Charlie Cutter
Where:BLOOD AND THUNDER THE ARENA
When: June 21st
Warnings: Charlie is an idiot; Chloe isn't much better
"When I said blend in with the locals I meant more like 'have a pint with them', 'talk about current events', 'tell them you grew up on the east end of things'." She's no more than a step behind him, hood pulled taut across the curve of her skull with both hands on the drawstrings, groaning out her best interpretation of a kid being dragged to the store by their currently least favorite parent. "I didn't mean actually turn into a giant fanatic."
A giant, geeky fanatic that seriously suggested this as a discreet place to meet up.
Where:
When: June 21st
Warnings: Charlie is an idiot; Chloe isn't much better
"When I said blend in with the locals I meant more like 'have a pint with them', 'talk about current events', 'tell them you grew up on the east end of things'." She's no more than a step behind him, hood pulled taut across the curve of her skull with both hands on the drawstrings, groaning out her best interpretation of a kid being dragged to the store by their currently least favorite parent. "I didn't mean actually turn into a giant fanatic."
A giant, geeky fanatic that seriously suggested this as a discreet place to meet up.
2014-05-23 22:18totallytrustworthy
totallytrustworthyWho: Chloe Frazer and YOU???
Where: Teuberg City - various
When: 22st, 23rd
Warnings: None aside from the usual brand of stupidity
( Thieves are never the best tailors... )
Where: Teuberg City - various
When: 22st, 23rd
Warnings: None aside from the usual brand of stupidity
( Thieves are never the best tailors... )
2014-05-05 00:26alittlesweptup
alittlesweptupWho: Charlie Cutter & YOU!
Where: Various
When: Catch-all from the 1st through the 8th.
Warnings: High likelihood of salty language, will update if necessary.
[Quark's]
Where there are sporting events, there's a simulcast to be found. Where there's sporting simulcasts in even semi-proximity of gambling tables, there's money to be made.
Charlie knows approximately jack all about approximately ninety percent of the games held in the Colliseum and beyond, but this is his element and he's a damn quick study when he likes to be. In this case - living off the generosity of the Fleet for this his second month and desperately trying to avoid considering gainful employment for as long as he's able -- Well, in this case he's got the motivation to learn all the finagling rules of space games and setting up shop at the end of the bar at Quark's seems as good a place as any to take in a few drinks, some chips and spend a few hours glued to both the simulcasts and the casual betting being had by any other patrons in the vicinity.
He doesn't risk his money on any of the sports that are too unfamiliar for him to have any kind of grasp on yet, but there's nothing overly complex about giant robot fights. When the simulcast turns over to one of those, Charlie orders another drink and cheerfully nudges whatever poor sod is sitting next to him.
"I'll bet you a tenner the blue one kicks the other one's arse."
[Street of the Gods]
He'd been before on Nate's recommendation, but a month after his own arrival and Charlie finds himself spending frequent afternoons meandering his way through the street of the gods. Not that he's the religious sort - superstitious yes and maybe there's a little faith in the concept of luck, if not Fortuna herself - but there's a strange kind of even keel to be found in the places where people put their trust. None of these gods belong to him (hell, most of them aren't even recognizable), but there's an order and purpose to the avenue that's as soothing as the indexing system in the fleet library. Categorized. Structured. Sensible in it's own way.
And Christ if he isn't missing a bit of that.
Charlie makes his way along the street, ducking into one of the churches (shrines? sanctuaries? God only knows) at random and finding it between services. Or maybe they haven't got services at all. Maybe it's just a glorified prayer box. That said there's benches running along the outer edge of the hall and he takes advantage of one by perching himself on the end of it. There are only a few other people in the sanctuary, stone silent, and he quickly finds himself needing to cough - does so, awkwardly and blustering.
"Pardon."
[WILDCARD - Choose Your Own Adventure!]
((ooc: I'm open to whatever!))
Where: Various
When: Catch-all from the 1st through the 8th.
Warnings: High likelihood of salty language, will update if necessary.
[Quark's]
Where there are sporting events, there's a simulcast to be found. Where there's sporting simulcasts in even semi-proximity of gambling tables, there's money to be made.
Charlie knows approximately jack all about approximately ninety percent of the games held in the Colliseum and beyond, but this is his element and he's a damn quick study when he likes to be. In this case - living off the generosity of the Fleet for this his second month and desperately trying to avoid considering gainful employment for as long as he's able -- Well, in this case he's got the motivation to learn all the finagling rules of space games and setting up shop at the end of the bar at Quark's seems as good a place as any to take in a few drinks, some chips and spend a few hours glued to both the simulcasts and the casual betting being had by any other patrons in the vicinity.
He doesn't risk his money on any of the sports that are too unfamiliar for him to have any kind of grasp on yet, but there's nothing overly complex about giant robot fights. When the simulcast turns over to one of those, Charlie orders another drink and cheerfully nudges whatever poor sod is sitting next to him.
"I'll bet you a tenner the blue one kicks the other one's arse."
[Street of the Gods]
He'd been before on Nate's recommendation, but a month after his own arrival and Charlie finds himself spending frequent afternoons meandering his way through the street of the gods. Not that he's the religious sort - superstitious yes and maybe there's a little faith in the concept of luck, if not Fortuna herself - but there's a strange kind of even keel to be found in the places where people put their trust. None of these gods belong to him (hell, most of them aren't even recognizable), but there's an order and purpose to the avenue that's as soothing as the indexing system in the fleet library. Categorized. Structured. Sensible in it's own way.
And Christ if he isn't missing a bit of that.
Charlie makes his way along the street, ducking into one of the churches (shrines? sanctuaries? God only knows) at random and finding it between services. Or maybe they haven't got services at all. Maybe it's just a glorified prayer box. That said there's benches running along the outer edge of the hall and he takes advantage of one by perching himself on the end of it. There are only a few other people in the sanctuary, stone silent, and he quickly finds himself needing to cough - does so, awkwardly and blustering.
"Pardon."
[WILDCARD - Choose Your Own Adventure!]
((ooc: I'm open to whatever!))
Who: Nathan Drake and Chloe Frazer
What: Discussions
Where: Street of Gods
When: backdated to before the event
Warnings: dumb treasure hunters
( Read more... )
What: Discussions
Where: Street of Gods
When: backdated to before the event
Warnings: dumb treasure hunters
( Read more... )
Who: Nathan Drake, Chloe Frazer and most likely Zoran Lazarevic
What: Nate continues his trend of being a huge ass and tries to sneak a meeting with Chloe...outside her window.
Where: New Arrival Apartments
When: ~one week after Nate's arrival
Warnings: This is probably going to get bloody
Despite the (admittedly idiotic) stunt he was trying to pull, Nate is very careful to keep quiet and move slowly as he goes from windowsill to windowsill trying to count his way to the correct spot without accidentally peeking into some stranger's apartment -- that's one mess he doesn't feel like explaining himself out of today.
( and i close my eyes and i take it in )
What: Nate continues his trend of being a huge ass and tries to sneak a meeting with Chloe...outside her window.
Where: New Arrival Apartments
When: ~one week after Nate's arrival
Warnings: This is probably going to get bloody
Despite the (admittedly idiotic) stunt he was trying to pull, Nate is very careful to keep quiet and move slowly as he goes from windowsill to windowsill trying to count his way to the correct spot without accidentally peeking into some stranger's apartment -- that's one mess he doesn't feel like explaining himself out of today.
( and i close my eyes and i take it in )
2014-03-09 19:59totallytrustworthy
totallytrustworthyWho: Chloe Frazer + You (maybe? possibly??)
Where: Street of Gods, New Arrival Housing, etc
When: Sometime generally around the 9th (earlier is A-OK aside from the initial few hours of arrival)
Warnings: thievery/ Chloe Frazer's colorful vocabulary
A: S t r e e t o f G o d s
Religion isn't really her thing. Deep thoughts, hours of meditation, belief in something better-- all of it sits firmly outside the Chloe Frazer venn diagram. If she wanted to put her faith in the unlikely, she'd place bets on being home-- rich, with her feet up on a plush hotel bed somewhere worth hunkering down in-- by tomorrow morning. Not here, not dealing with this.
But where faith goes so does finance. Money and finery and all the little things worth stealing. All the big things, too, though there's no place for a heist in a city like this. So she cases this lengthy, well-looked after district first: patrols the streets eyeing temples, noting architecture, admiring the peculiar clothes, the plaques out front. Notes what she recognizes, considers the reasoning behind everything she doesn't.
Maybe she'd never admit it out loud, not even to herself, but the cerebral side of it all (against the nature of her personality) comes naturally.
Which is good, because that's the sort of bullshit talk that'll bring her closer to any potential collection plates on her cyclical hunting path. Tenth time today, actually.
( it's kind of strange now you're gone )
Where: Street of Gods, New Arrival Housing, etc
When: Sometime generally around the 9th (earlier is A-OK aside from the initial few hours of arrival)
Warnings: thievery/ Chloe Frazer's colorful vocabulary
A: S t r e e t o f G o d s
Religion isn't really her thing. Deep thoughts, hours of meditation, belief in something better-- all of it sits firmly outside the Chloe Frazer venn diagram. If she wanted to put her faith in the unlikely, she'd place bets on being home-- rich, with her feet up on a plush hotel bed somewhere worth hunkering down in-- by tomorrow morning. Not here, not dealing with this.
But where faith goes so does finance. Money and finery and all the little things worth stealing. All the big things, too, though there's no place for a heist in a city like this. So she cases this lengthy, well-looked after district first: patrols the streets eyeing temples, noting architecture, admiring the peculiar clothes, the plaques out front. Notes what she recognizes, considers the reasoning behind everything she doesn't.
Maybe she'd never admit it out loud, not even to herself, but the cerebral side of it all (against the nature of her personality) comes naturally.
Which is good, because that's the sort of bullshit talk that'll bring her closer to any potential collection plates on her cyclical hunting path. Tenth time today, actually.
( it's kind of strange now you're gone )
