[ open ] gonna keep movin', gonna roll to town

[falcony]

WHO: sam wilson and OPEN
WHAT: various prompts, some closed, some open! (open log for oct/nov)
WHEN: End of October/November
WHERE: cadens, desert around the city, horizon, etc.
WARNINGS: n/a atm but will update

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[jealousbitch]

[ At the end of the day, white trash is going to act just so. Not an ounce of class and a mouth that runs even when he can't back it up. Besides, everybody needed to have a chill time and they were trying to bring it to the party. That, and fuckin cool fireworks. But those aren't called for outside of a barbeque, so it's just Lloyd by himself. Maybe that will make things awkward since he hasn't really seen Sam much on his own and things have kind of shifted since then. He doesn't know.

Lloyd hears Sam holler through the house and follows the voice into the kitchen where he's got.. whatever the hell he's got strewn across the countertop. His attention flits quickly from what Sam's working on to his face, and Lloyd takes a moment to look affronted. He puts a hand over his chest in mock-hurt. ]

Party don't start 'til I walk in, and that's a fact!

[falcony]

[ maybe it'll make things awkward, but the things is, it's almost hard to b awkward around sam. he doesn't hold expectations for these people and knows that all he can do is open up a place for them to come, and see about maybe, slowly, figuring out how to help. they're all in this together, after all.

so when lloyd shows up, looking affronted, sam gives him a single arched brow. a snort, too, for good measure. ]

Yeah, okay Keesha. [ and then he's gesturing to the fridge, his hands still picking away at the wiring and pieces of the drone. ] Beer's in the fridge if you want any.

[jealousbitch]

[ Lloyd waves him off with a grin and saunters over to the fridge to pull out a few beers. Of course he wants one, what kind of person did Sam think he was? Making his way back over, he sets one on the counter by Sam's elbow. Never let it be said that he never did anything.

He watches over Sam's shoulder, not really sure what he's looking at. ]

So what're you even doing?

[falcony]

[ sam finishes up whatever he's doing on his pretend version of redwing and sits back in his chair, taking the beer and holding it up as a semi thanks to lloyd before opening it up and taking a pull from the bottle. ]

Working on a kind of drone I had back home. His name's Redwing. Or- [ he looks across the table at the mess of wire and electrical insides. he gives a sigh. ] Or he is when he's put together. I felt kinda restless so figured I'd find something to keep my hands busy.

[ the look on lloyd's face is answer enough, but sam asks all the same. ]

Guessing you're not a tech guy?

[jealousbitch]

[ All Lloyd sees is a bunch of wires and computer junk that doesn't make any sense. He doesn't have the patience or the brains for this kinda thing. He's not a nerd, anyhow. Looking back at Sam, he smiles. ]

Can't say as I am. Not even before things went to shit.

[ Reaching out, he picks up a random piece, turning it over in his free hand before setting it down. ]

[falcony]

[ maybe he should become a nerd. might help him out in the long-run. but hey - who is sam to judge? so instead sam just kind of nods, accepting the fact this is not a conversation they are going to end up happening, and pushes away from the table. ]

Fair. [ he watches lloyd pick at a random piece like he might know what's going on, and then finds himself laughing when lloyd just sets it down, getting up and pushing back in his chair. ] It was just to waste time. Not like it's real.

[ if it all disappears, well. happy horizon times. sam turns to face lloyd fully, arms crossing over his head, as he leans back against the counter. ]

So what's been up with you? How're things in Nott?

[jealousbitch]

[ Sam could try all he wanted to make Lloyd into a nerd, but it would never happen. He'd tear his hair out, first. He shrugs at the comment, taking another swig of his beer. ]

None'a this is real, but what the hell does that matter?

[ To that, he kind of waves a hand vaguely. ]

Eh. Things are fine now that that bitch Eponine is out of the picture. Didn't like her from the start, anyway. [ Only because he was biased from the start. Don't???? mess with his girlfriend, maybe. ]

[falcony]

[ sam considers the comment for a moment over the next sip of his beer, before shrugging once. lloyd makes a fair point, surprising philosophical too, but sam isn't sure that's worth pointing out just yet.

instead, he leans headlong into the update - which pulls something of a surprised look from him. ]

So- might be behind the times here, but what did Eponine do, exactly?

[jealousbitch]

[ Lloyd wouldn't consider it philosophical in a make-pretend place like the Horizon. Abraxas is about as real as any of them from Vegas are gonna get, so he takes that part as it is. This? Nah, it's all pretend bullshit they can indulge in like a good high. ]

Well off the bat, I didn't like her much because she kept instigating Julie when everybody was shitcanned. But then she goes off and fuckin' stabs Susan because she gets all pissed off about somethin'. Nadine and Jules got her all patched up and taken care of, but who fuckin' does that?

[falcony]

[ sam blinks once, then twice, before his entire demeanor seems to shift into something a little more serious and a little more authoritative. ]

I'm sorry- what? She stabbed someone? What the hell? [ that shocks him, honestly. the girl he'd met had been skittish and uncertain, had been terrified and on guard, but this was something different. ] Do you know why?