[ It takes him by surprise, but Amos barks out a laugh; a single, sharp ha! at the idea of any of them winning any kind of jackpot. Sure, odds are someone who got pulled out of their own world and ended up here did, but him? Or even Sam? Nope. A grin comes out with the laugh, all teeth and self-depreciating, before it fades away as quickly as it'd appeared, replaced by something a little more thoughtful.
His luck has probably run out. Not in the way Sam thinks, though. Amos needs to be around good people. It was being around good people that got him out of Baltimore in the first place. There aren't that many good people here. Or, maybe there are, and he just doesn't know it yet. It's a lot harder to get to know someone when you aren't sequestered away with them 24/7 on a spaceship, no other place to go, breathing each other's air until you dock somewhere.
Himeka; she's maybe his best hope. Sam? He's giving off the sort of vibes that suggest he might be, too.
So, you know, thoughtful. Amos frowns when Sam mentions the disparity between Solvunn and the Free Cities, grunts softly. He's not offended by the laugh or anything, just... damn, he really did fuck up, didn't he? ]
That guy, with those portals — [ that Oliver guy — ] said Solvunn was s'posed to be neutral and reclusive. And I mean, it is. But, shit, an industrial revolution? I could actually do something there. [ The we? could do something there he's thinking goes unspoken. ] Solvunn's just farming and shit. I knew a guy back where I'm from; it'd be like a wet dream for him. 'cept he's not here. And grease monkeys don't belong on farms. [ His frown slackens; back to Sam's issues. Not like Amos' are important. ] Y'know theory though, right? Give someone else the puzzle pieces, maybe they can put it together, invent it for you.
[ He's totally earnest, too. Hell, it'd be kind of nice to see someone else with technology everywhere. As far as Amos knows, he's just got the re-creation of his ship back in his domain and... that's about it. Kind of feels like that's as good as he's ever going to get again, though damn, does he want to see the Cities now.
That earnestness carries through when it comes to his hometown. There's no love lost for it. He'd never wanted to go back there to begin with; never will go back, even if that was an option. But when Sam brings up actually knowing people from there. There's just that hint of a connection, another way in which Sam might know exactly where he's from in a way that none of his closest friends from back home ever did, and Amos swallows, thick. Couldn't even put a name to what he's feeling, just. Nobody else has ever brought it up, known. ]
We got a reputation, don't we.
[ He almost misses Sam's offer of a beer. Amos blinks, brought back to this space; lets an easy smile grace his face once more. ]
Sure. Y'know none of it's real though, right?
[ He'll still take one, though. Because it helps to fit in. And Sam offered. ]
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His luck has probably run out. Not in the way Sam thinks, though. Amos needs to be around good people. It was being around good people that got him out of Baltimore in the first place. There aren't that many good people here. Or, maybe there are, and he just doesn't know it yet. It's a lot harder to get to know someone when you aren't sequestered away with them 24/7 on a spaceship, no other place to go, breathing each other's air until you dock somewhere.
Himeka; she's maybe his best hope. Sam? He's giving off the sort of vibes that suggest he might be, too.
So, you know, thoughtful. Amos frowns when Sam mentions the disparity between Solvunn and the Free Cities, grunts softly. He's not offended by the laugh or anything, just... damn, he really did fuck up, didn't he? ]
That guy, with those portals — [ that Oliver guy — ] said Solvunn was s'posed to be neutral and reclusive. And I mean, it is. But, shit, an industrial revolution? I could actually do something there. [ The we? could do something there he's thinking goes unspoken. ] Solvunn's just farming and shit. I knew a guy back where I'm from; it'd be like a wet dream for him. 'cept he's not here. And grease monkeys don't belong on farms. [ His frown slackens; back to Sam's issues. Not like Amos' are important. ] Y'know theory though, right? Give someone else the puzzle pieces, maybe they can put it together, invent it for you.
[ He's totally earnest, too. Hell, it'd be kind of nice to see someone else with technology everywhere. As far as Amos knows, he's just got the re-creation of his ship back in his domain and... that's about it. Kind of feels like that's as good as he's ever going to get again, though damn, does he want to see the Cities now.
That earnestness carries through when it comes to his hometown. There's no love lost for it. He'd never wanted to go back there to begin with; never will go back, even if that was an option. But when Sam brings up actually knowing people from there. There's just that hint of a connection, another way in which Sam might know exactly where he's from in a way that none of his closest friends from back home ever did, and Amos swallows, thick. Couldn't even put a name to what he's feeling, just. Nobody else has ever brought it up, known. ]
We got a reputation, don't we.
[ He almost misses Sam's offer of a beer. Amos blinks, brought back to this space; lets an easy smile grace his face once more. ]
Sure. Y'know none of it's real though, right?
[ He'll still take one, though. Because it helps to fit in. And Sam offered. ]