LOG: Anywhere you go, there you are

[mercenarymayhem]

Who: Anyone who's out and about town
What: Mingling
Where: The business district and casino
When: A fairly normal day
Warnings: Please warn as needed

It's a rare day, one with clear skies and empty air, and everyone seems to be out and about, shopping and stopping in to various places of entertainment to make the most of it. Some people are even seen without their helmets, a risky behavior but one which they chose take the luxury of indulging in.

Today's curious though, for it's the day that Jimmy settles his newest acquisition into a basement room of the casino. The Transponser, a teleportation device, left to malfunction until the inventor who sold it to him can be located again, for yes, he's made himself scarce after this deception. Apparently getting money for his work was more attractive than perfecting the technology behind it.

In any case, it's a day for socializing and getting to know friends better and meet neighbors.

Comments

[grifshot]

"You have no idea. Sucks when one of them sticks. Literally."

And both ways to. Sometimes the door will stay closed or it'll stick halfway. They really need to fix it properly.

[depthlesslock]

'It shouldn't be sticking, that's a sign of either an old system or a bad grade one. Get that fixed as soon as you can, if you can.'

Wouldn't want it to suddenly break down, especially in the middle of a storm.

[grifshot]

"Knowing Sarge it's probably both," Grif says, and there's an eyeroll behind the visor.

"We should probably just get a new one."

[depthlesslock]

'Sarge your friend? Leader? Yes, definitely get a new one, that one sounds dangerous.'

[grifshot]

"Leader. In the loosest sense of the word. He's a senile old man."

That Grif for some reason seems bound to follow. He still has yet to figure out how that happened. It just did.

[depthlesslock]

York chuckles at that.

'I get the sense you don't particularly get on?' he guesses.

[grifshot]

"That's one way to put it," Grif sighs, "and that would be an understatement."

[depthlesslock]

'Trouble in the group?'

[grifshot]

"Only if you consider the fact that you're living with a bunch of assholes trouble. I'm kinda used to it now."

Though he will complain to anyone who will listen. Thanks York.

[depthlesslock]

York snorts in amusement at that.

'Yeah, I can relate,' he says.

[grifshot]

"You live with assholes to?"

He'll pause the conversation to pay for his cookies and other things. "Glad to know I'm not the only one."

[depthlesslock]

'Oh yeah,' he replies. 'Plenty of them.'

He waits behind Grif for his turn at the cashier.

[grifshot]

Grif finishes quickly, checking the clock. He should probably get back to the Warthog soon. Simmons is punctual and he's rather avoid being yelled at.

"Well, I'm at the Car Shoppe on the edge of town if you want to shittalk them or something. You know. Vent."

[depthlesslock]

York joins Grif quickly, not having much to check out. Just the coffee and cookies.

'You're a mechanic?' he asks. 'And thanks for the offer, but I've already got vent friends.'

[grifshot]

"Yeah, out on the edge of town. It's a living."

[depthlesslock]

'Nice. Might drop by sometime.'

[grifshot]

"If you want, or ever need your car fixed."

[depthlesslock]

'Thanks. I'll keep that in mind. Do you do motorbikes as well?'

[grifshot]

"Not usually, but I can. Don't see many motorbikes around."

[depthlesslock]

'Yeah, it's tricky to get them, but well worth it if you can.'

[grifshot]

"I suppose. Most of the people around here go for cars."

[depthlesslock]

'If they go for private transport at all. Motorbikes are quicker and easier to slip through traffic.'

[grifshot]

"I don't really see why you'd need to do that, though. I mean, unless you're in a high speed chase or something."

[depthlesslock]

He just grins behind his helmet and doesn't say anything about how close Grif is.

'Or if you need to get somewere quickly.'

[grifshot]

"I guess. I mean, I'm not disagreeing, I'd just rather do it in the safety of a warthog."

Simmons was the stickler for rules. Not him.