LOG: Sunny Sky Lunches

[the_informant]

Who: Florida (Native), OPEN
What: Florida has a little picnic for him and his friends
Where: Reid Gulch Park
When: Saturday, 3/12
Warnings:

The days when he doesn't have work or information to collect are so rare. Florida would have thought that taking less kill jobs would mean more time for himself, but between watching out for Tex's family, trying to be there for his girl, and everything going on with the team lately, getting out and about has been hard. So today, on his afternoon off, he decides there is only one right thing to do: enjoy the time.

He packs up a large picnic lunch, sends out messages to his teammates, Sigma, and dear little Wash from another world, and heads out to the park. With him he takes all sorts of foods, games like ring toss, a few toys for Rex, and a book for himself in case no one decides to show up. And once he arrives at the park he finds a nice sunny spot to lay out his gear, updating the messages with a gps marker in case people decide to join him.

That done he takes out Rex's frisbee and gives it a toss to watch the now full grown dog frolick off for his toy.

Today is going to be a good day, with or without company.

Comments

[the_informant]

"A man after my own heart," Florida laughs. "Alas, I think Tex might do both of us in if she heard me say that."

[notyourrookie]

"If you want something doing, you should do it yourself," Wash replies. "Yeah, that sounds like a Tex thing to do."

[the_informant]

"You know her back where you are from?" Florida asks curiously.

[notyourrookie]

"Well yeah. She was one of the team. She was..." He clenches his hands for a moment and grits his teeth, feeling the press of memories before he can push them back. "She was one of the Freelancers."

[the_informant]

"Makes sense," Florida admits. "She's a great mercenary."

[notyourrookie]

"I bet she is. She was top of the leaderboard from the moment she was brought in." No-one else could stand against her.

[the_informant]

"She's a beautiful force of nature," Florida smiles, shaking his head. "And impossible to pin down."

[notyourrookie]

He opens his mouth to protest that, but it's not the time or the place. He smiles instead and shakes his head. "Yeah, she really is. Kicked all our asses at one time or another."

[the_informant]

"Sounds like her.... She left."

Florida sighs. There's a part of him that expects she isn't coming back.

[notyourrookie]

He winces at that, and looks down at the ground. "She- she does that." He remembers that. "She doesn't like saying goodbye."

[the_informant]

Florida freezes at that. "She didn't say goodbye. Because she's coming back."

[notyourrookie]

Wash looks up at him, and then nods. "Yeah. You know her better than I do anyway. She'll come back." She hadn't said goodbye so of course she'd come back.

[the_informant]

"She will," he tells himself. He has to believe it.

[notyourrookie]

"Yeah, of course she will," Wash agreed. FLorida seems pretty invested in her after all.

[the_informant]

"So..." Florida says, quickly turning his attention away from that. "How are you adjusting?"

[notyourrookie]

Better to talk about something safer. "Alright, I think. Getting some solid work."

[the_informant]

"If you tell me what you like, I could see about steering some work your way."

[notyourrookie]

He thinks for a moment. "I'm a good all rounder. Decent at normal locks. High combat missions are good. Missions to retrieve intel or physical items, especially if you don't need it to be secret. I'm flexible."

[the_informant]

"I'll keep my eyes open," Florida promises with a grin.

[notyourrookie]

"I appreciate it. Hopefully I'm doing a good enough job to develop a decent reputation." That seemed important here.