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He's been doing pretty well, honestly. This is his life, this is where he lives, this is what he does. It's solid and grounded and real up until suddenly it can't possibly be real because familiar faces ghost their way in and that-
Makes things seem hazy. Wouldn't he want them here too? Wouldn't he wan them to enjoy this second chance at doing good, at being good? If North and Carolina show up that'll clinch it but that itch at the nape of his neck where Delta reacts to his agitation doesn't go away and his own habitat is too empty and quiet for his peace of mind.
Guitar on his back he drifts until he finds Locus' base. It's just like he said, pretty spartan. Familiar in the broad strokes while being wholly foreign and that- that's what York needs. He knocks (because that's what you do) and loiters, looking five kinds of out of place rocking back on his heels in civvies.
Makes things seem hazy. Wouldn't he want them here too? Wouldn't he wan them to enjoy this second chance at doing good, at being good? If North and Carolina show up that'll clinch it but that itch at the nape of his neck where Delta reacts to his agitation doesn't go away and his own habitat is too empty and quiet for his peace of mind.
Guitar on his back he drifts until he finds Locus' base. It's just like he said, pretty spartan. Familiar in the broad strokes while being wholly foreign and that- that's what York needs. He knocks (because that's what you do) and loiters, looking five kinds of out of place rocking back on his heels in civvies.
Fortunately, he now has a way of keeping an eye on things when people wander into what he considers 'his' space. It's not really private, save in the sense that no one stays. Who would want to? There's nothing terribly scenic or comfortable about any of it.
When he finds York standing at his door, for the first time since the movie night, Locus considers for a moment before opening the door to him. A Freelancer. Like Washington.
But very much not like Washington, at the same time.
When he finds York standing at his door, for the first time since the movie night, Locus considers for a moment before opening the door to him. A Freelancer. Like Washington.
But very much not like Washington, at the same time.
"Locus-" and doesn't he sound a little harried and slightly manic? He does. "C'mon, buddy, pick up, I need your help-"
Wash has discovered people are more likely to talk to him if he has a kitten in frame. To that end, DC is perched on his shoulder, yawning widely.
"Did York seriously call you for dating advice?"
"Did York seriously call you for dating advice?"
In the wake of the last mission, Connie's been putting this off for a while. She had hoped to talk to Locus or maybe spar like he had suggested when she'd first arrived but not knowing his physical status after Silent Horizon, training might be a bad idea. So, talking it is. Maybe.
"I'd like to talk to you sometime if you're free."
"I'd like to talk to you sometime if you're free."
[Life hasn't been terribly easy the past few days. It's a repeating pattern Wash is discovering he rather hates; to that end, he's trying to make things better however he can.]
[So he shows up at Locus' door with a hovercart in tow. It looks like there might be a few boxes on the cart, and a few oddly shaped lumps; given that Wash has thrown a blanket over the whole thing, it's hard to tell. For now, he knocks on the door and waits.]
Locus?
[So he shows up at Locus' door with a hovercart in tow. It looks like there might be a few boxes on the cart, and a few oddly shaped lumps; given that Wash has thrown a blanket over the whole thing, it's hard to tell. For now, he knocks on the door and waits.]
Locus?
[ He can usually tell who's coming based on how they approach. Even if he didn't already have Taylor's help in eyeballing whoever comes close to the place he'd set up as his own little retreat.
Washington. Doubtless this is about the fight against Felix, he thinks, before moving to open the door. He's peeled himself back out of the armor again, at least. ]
Agent Washington.
Washington. Doubtless this is about the fight against Felix, he thinks, before moving to open the door. He's peeled himself back out of the armor again, at least. ]
Agent Washington.
A short visit in medical (cuz stabbing and North) and then? Off for step two in 'reassert grip on reality', his grip on his personal reality that this is, in fact, real. And that means going to one of the people he knows for sure he can't have possibly made up-
And will get the whole 'part of my past showing up I am now spooked' thing.
As has become custom York's arrived with his guitar on his back and a bottle of cider in hand.
And will get the whole 'part of my past showing up I am now spooked' thing.
As has become custom York's arrived with his guitar on his back and a bottle of cider in hand.
[From the looks of it, Sombra's curled up on her couch (as usual during the later hours), knees tucked up under her chin - only this time there's something different about her appearance: namely Widowmaker's visor— the same one she'd worn on her network transmission— fitted neatly into place atop Sombra's head.
Lately she's been thinking circles in her own skull, combing through the same details over and over again, searching through a mountain of information and knowledge to sift out mistakes. Missteps. And it shows in her expression now, something sincere enough to look serious for a change.
Ever since her discussion with Washington, it's been difficult to shake. A nagging itch.]
Oye mijo, you busy?
Lately she's been thinking circles in her own skull, combing through the same details over and over again, searching through a mountain of information and knowledge to sift out mistakes. Missteps. And it shows in her expression now, something sincere enough to look serious for a change.
Ever since her discussion with Washington, it's been difficult to shake. A nagging itch.]
Oye mijo, you busy?
Tucker's here. I'd avoid him if I were you.
[ Tucker. One of the simulation troopers. The one, in particular, that seemed to give Felix no end of grief. He remembers his last words to him, angry and embittered by the war and the toll it had taken.
You killed innocent people!
It never ends, apparently. ]
How much good do you believe that will do?
You killed innocent people!
It never ends, apparently. ]
How much good do you believe that will do?
Sam? [ A beat, Taylor clears his throat. The usual warm drawl is absent. ] It's Sarge- It's uh. York? Taylor. Locksmith- whatever I have you call me.
[Have a heavy sigh, some comfortable thing. There might have been a muttered fuck under his breath, maybe, but it wasn't acknowledged any more than his normal curses were.]
What are you doing right now?
[Yeah. Because that's welcoming without any pleasantries prior. Sure.]
What are you doing right now?
[Yeah. Because that's welcoming without any pleasantries prior. Sure.]
Hey. Remember when you told me you didn't know if you were interested in York? Has that changed?
This is the part where you let me know how it went.
[Yeaaah, judging from the sound of Tucker's voice, things haven't changed from what he said that day, that shock and WTFedness of it all chasing its tail endlessly in his head.]
Seriously?!
[Goddamn, Locus. Goddamn. And why the fuck did Tucker let himself even care? Why?
Ugh. Shit. He could already see where this was going, another wayward-asshole-getting-pulled-and-accepted in situation, but fuck if he wasn't going to fight it tooth and nail. Except for now. Now he just wanted to know.]
Seriously?!
[Goddamn, Locus. Goddamn. And why the fuck did Tucker let himself even care? Why?
Ugh. Shit. He could already see where this was going, another wayward-asshole-getting-pulled-and-accepted in situation, but fuck if he wasn't going to fight it tooth and nail. Except for now. Now he just wanted to know.]
...is something troubling you?
[ Well, this promises to be a fun conversation already, given Tucker's tone.
Things have been civil so far, if a bit strained. That might or might not continue, depending on why Tucker felt the need to contact him again. ]
[ Well, this promises to be a fun conversation already, given Tucker's tone.
Things have been civil so far, if a bit strained. That might or might not continue, depending on why Tucker felt the need to contact him again. ]
( It was the day of Christmas, or at least we're quite certain, where not a creature was stirring, worn out by exertion. This stocking is hung on the door with care, a Christmas angel hoping it's found safe with a prayer.
There's a gold card peeking out the top, stark against the candy-striped tissue within, Locus in flourishing penmanship with his gifts wrapped up inside. Hopefully they're to his taste; a fresh batch of well-spiced lebkuchen, half draped in dark chocolate and the other half iced, a fat bundle of landjaeger, some massage appointment cards (hint hint, but also— one of them accidentally slipped in from another batch), and finally: a custom pool cue, both made for his armspan as well as in his colors, to some degree.
Perhaps a little bold of her, but 'tis the season, isn't it? The card is signed with a heart. )
There's a gold card peeking out the top, stark against the candy-striped tissue within, Locus in flourishing penmanship with his gifts wrapped up inside. Hopefully they're to his taste; a fresh batch of well-spiced lebkuchen, half draped in dark chocolate and the other half iced, a fat bundle of landjaeger, some massage appointment cards (hint hint, but also— one of them accidentally slipped in from another batch), and finally: a custom pool cue, both made for his armspan as well as in his colors, to some degree.
Perhaps a little bold of her, but 'tis the season, isn't it? The card is signed with a heart. )
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[ The cookies might be too sweet, but he tries one of the dark chocolate ones, and it winds up being suitable. The sausages are much better, he finds, and he even chuckles at the cards. Alright. He might wind up taking her up on that.
But it is the pool cue that catches the most attention, not least of all because it's obviously the largest gift in the package. It's an incredibly thoughtful gift, and while he doesn't place much weight on material gifts, it still sparks a little warmth within him to see it, just the same.
He'll have to write her a thank-you note. He thinks that's the proper thing to do, in this situation. He hadn't gotten anyone anything for the holidays, but now he might need to find something to reciprocate, even if it winds up coming a little late... ]
But it is the pool cue that catches the most attention, not least of all because it's obviously the largest gift in the package. It's an incredibly thoughtful gift, and while he doesn't place much weight on material gifts, it still sparks a little warmth within him to see it, just the same.
He'll have to write her a thank-you note. He thinks that's the proper thing to do, in this situation. He hadn't gotten anyone anything for the holidays, but now he might need to find something to reciprocate, even if it winds up coming a little late... ]
hey, do me a favor and not tell...anyone, especially Wash, where I live. Please and thank you. I don't wanna be found for awhile.
Hey locs
Do ya got a sec
I have a thing for you
Do ya got a sec
I have a thing for you
[he'd been avoiding it for as long as he can, but seeing Wash's state and hearing it was Locus that helped him, well. He has some questions that he really needs answered.
God this is probably a terrible idea.]
hey got a few questions for you
God this is probably a terrible idea.]
hey got a few questions for you
You good?
[ Subtlety? What is subtlety. He wants to check in, so he's checking in. ]
[ Subtlety? What is subtlety. He wants to check in, so he's checking in. ]
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