june intro log overflow

[hohnkai]

This is an overflow for the intro post.

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@Hamilton

[skelepun]

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[outwrite]

"Hey, what do you take me for?" Hamilton snorts without missing a beat. "Some regular Dick who always goes for the cheap shots?" Well, the regular part is wrong, clearly, but Hamilton neglects to mention that he will gladly deliver a verbal kick in the nuts to someone who's well and truly pissed him off.

The confidence in which he deduces that Hamilton must be new draws a wry smile from him. That obvious, huh. Practically letting out a string of obscenities just then probably didn't help much either, come to think of it.

"That's right," he answers. "I arrived with the most recent wave of people."

[skelepun]

"Well, if you were, I'd be pretty boned, so I'm hoping otherwise. Not big on wit over here." Sans grins extending a bony hand towards the much taller man. If the strewn parcels and packages are of any concern whatsoever, Sans is either hiding it well or has completely forgotten about them.

"Welcome aboard then, bud. Name's Sans. Should I call you Johnson, or do you got a real name?"

[outwrite]

"Doesn't seem to stop you," he says with an arched eyebrow. So many puns from this guy. Jesus...

The hand probably would have creeped some people out, but Hamilton has seen a lot of unnerving things in his life. What the hell, may as well add shaking hands with a skeleton to the list.

"Alexander Hamilton," he says with twitch of a grin, grasping it while being careful not to grip too hard. It's every bit as weird as he expected, but somehow not as weird as finding himself on a spaceship.

[skelepun]

"Well, somebody's gotta be around to make everyone else feel better about themselves. They should've made me a moral officer."

After a lengthy shake, Sans withdraws his hand again, slipping it into his pocket. The packages remain where they lay, and Sans seems remarkably unconcerned with them as he literally steps over a toy robot.

Plenty more where they came from, after all.

"C'mon." He finally instructs, after managing to walk a good yard and a half away. He doesn't look back, merely waving a hand over his shoulder. "You're new, I'm not, I'll buy you some lunch."

[outwrite]

“What is it that you do?” he can’t help but ask. To say that Hamilton is unhappy with the job assigned to him would be an understatement, and part of him hopes he’ll come across someone who wants to trade.

Not that he’ll resign himself to his position if he doesn’t, of course.

With raised eyebrows, he watches Sans step over the dropped items. And though the invitation is appreciated, the first thing on his mind is: “Aren’t you gonna need help with this stuff, though?”

pretend i spelled morale right

[skelepun]

"More where that came from." Sans shrugs off, voice dripping with lack of concern. He's hungry. And unlimited credits meant unlimited credits. "C'mon. I'll give you the 411 on my thrilling space career, but you gotta keep up."

Seriously bro, he's halfway down the street. Don't dawdle.

no worries!

[outwrite]

Who’s dawdling? Hamilton is a gentleman, okay, he’s gotta at least check with the guy before leaving his stuff strewn everywhere. As he moves to accompany Sans, though, he glances back over his shoulder at the mess they’ve left behind.

…Jesus, it must be nice to take a plentiful world for granted like this. Up until now, Hamilton’s never been a position where he could afford to be so wasteful.

“Where are we going, anyway?” he asks. “No offense or anything, but…can you even eat?”

[skelepun]

You adjust remarkably fast, Ham.

"None taken, and of course I can." Sans shrugs, scanning the street for a bar that met his standards. Not too seedy that you'd get tetanus from it, but divey enough where they probably don't clean the grease traps very often. Say what you will about fine dining, but cheap burgers? Always best.

Stopping in front of a pub, he gestures for Hamilton to go in. Gentlemen first.

"How 'bout you? Can you eat?"

[outwrite]

"Oh, I'll always eat," he answers with ease, courteously dipping his head toward Sans as he steps into the establishment first. The lightness behind his words obscure the fact Hamilton has gone to bed hungry too many times to count...although those days are, thankfully, becoming more and more of a distant memory.

Soon, they're seated at a table tucked away toward one of the walls, and Hamilton is examining the menu with bright eyes, as hungry for new knowledge as he is for a plate of food.

[skelepun]

The behavior is hard to miss, even if Sans wasn't actively looking for it. Eager eyes, a hungry disposition, a look that spelled out insatiability. It's something he recognized. Not in himself, of course, but in bits and pieces around his people. Wanting something more, something bigger than themselves. Wanting freedom.

Something about the guy's look struck a similar chord.

"Never been out to eat before, Alex?"

It's a bigger question than it looks like, on its face.

[outwrite]

Without missing a beat, he looks up from the menu and says: "Not on a different planet, I haven't."

Which is natural, seeing how this is the first time he's stepped foot on any world that isn't Earth. A lawyer at heart, though, Hamilton has no problem falling back on technicalities when it suits him, and he punctuates his answer with a smile.

[skelepun]

"Okay, fair point." Sans grins back, shuffling back into his own menu. "Well, you're gonna have a lot to get used to, skeletons aside."

He turns the page of his menu slowly, deliberately.

"Met the captains yet?"