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ph_logs2023-07-19 07:45 pm
daddy_topside) wrote in ph_logs2023-07-19 07:45 pm
Delta Catch All
Who: Subject Delta (daddy_topside) and pretty much everyone!
What: Delta v (small) Civilization
When: Varying times of the day!
Where: Varying spots but mostly around the outer edges of Pumpkin Hollow!
Warning(s): Canon typical violence (Bioshock). Will add anything if they come up!
Open - In Town! (Daytime)
Subject Delta was created for the sole purpose of attending to the protection of a singular Little Sister. When he wasn’t doing that, he was hunting for leaks and doing repairs on a megalomaniac’s underwater hell city.
Figuring out mundane things like housing and groceries isn’t… quite in his repertoire. You might as well have thrown a tortoise into a lake and gotten about the same level of drowning incomprehension.
Typically, Delta would commit to the fine art of simply disregarding everything anyone tried to tell him and forge his own path. It’s just this time he’s so far out of his depth, he doesn’t even have the familiar to fall back on.
In the end, stunned by the endless be-clouded skies and the sheer shock of it all, Delta simply parks himself on a rocky hill and contemplates insanity.
For Grace - Downtown (Daytime)
Money, at least, was a familiar concept to Subject Delta. Cash to be traded for goods (and services, but you didn’t exactly get service between the splicers having the run of the place and just plain being a Big Daddy). You didn’t crawl out of a libertarian’s wet dreams without at least learning that.
The question is just what to spend money on. Deprived of his weapons, Delta instead muddles about Downtown, accumulating frightened and wary stares from the sparse populace as he contemplates the window of a woodworking shop.
daddy_topside) and pretty much everyone!What: Delta v (small) Civilization
When: Varying times of the day!
Where: Varying spots but mostly around the outer edges of Pumpkin Hollow!
Warning(s): Canon typical violence (Bioshock). Will add anything if they come up!
Open - In Town! (Daytime)
Subject Delta was created for the sole purpose of attending to the protection of a singular Little Sister. When he wasn’t doing that, he was hunting for leaks and doing repairs on a megalomaniac’s underwater hell city.
Figuring out mundane things like housing and groceries isn’t… quite in his repertoire. You might as well have thrown a tortoise into a lake and gotten about the same level of drowning incomprehension.
Typically, Delta would commit to the fine art of simply disregarding everything anyone tried to tell him and forge his own path. It’s just this time he’s so far out of his depth, he doesn’t even have the familiar to fall back on.
In the end, stunned by the endless be-clouded skies and the sheer shock of it all, Delta simply parks himself on a rocky hill and contemplates insanity.
For Grace - Downtown (Daytime)
Money, at least, was a familiar concept to Subject Delta. Cash to be traded for goods (and services, but you didn’t exactly get service between the splicers having the run of the place and just plain being a Big Daddy). You didn’t crawl out of a libertarian’s wet dreams without at least learning that.
The question is just what to spend money on. Deprived of his weapons, Delta instead muddles about Downtown, accumulating frightened and wary stares from the sparse populace as he contemplates the window of a woodworking shop.
Sorry for the delay, got eated by real life
Who knows? Maybe he's annoying the Hell out of this poor guy.
He does his best to keep up, but the pace gets that heartbeat going and he ends up coughing a few times on their way to the kiosk. He tries to be discreet about it, but there's only so many ways to pretend you're not coughing.
Right, he's tired, too. Maybe he shouldn't have followed this guy, armour, thing. But, then... maybe it's better he has company if he ends up collapsing.
He hopes he doesn't collapse, that would be embarrassing. He's already struggling enough, thank you very much.
"So... where are we going?"
He's trying to pretend he's not struggling to keep up. But there's a staggering in his footsteps, as well as the coughs, and a tired look on his face.
you're good!
The big daddy only slows to stop once he reaches the kiosk, untying the sack of brass from its place around his belt. The middle-aged shopkeeper takes one look at him and runs screaming out of her stall — a matter Delta doesn't seem particularly bothered about since he just ignores her and counts out the appropriate amount for a cigarette pack.
After dropping the coins onto the counter, the he reaches over to nab the smokes off the rack and then finally turns his attention to the kid who is, in fact, still following him. Looks a bit winded from just that little walk.
Clearly, this means Delta should shake the pack at Shino in offering. Want a cig?
no subject
He looks at the proffered cigarettes. Come to think of it, he never got to smoke one of these. Having been stuck in a child's body all of his life, after all. He never got to be acknowledged for the adult he truly is.
But now, he looks like an adult too.
The gears turn in his head as he contemplates it a bit, before finally accepting one.
Shino, no."Thanks."
He watches Delta carefully, hoping to mimic how he's supposed to do this.
no subject
Holding his fingers up, he lights his cig, watching Shino contemplatively from behind the yellow glow of his porthole. After a moment, the big daddy holds the flame out for Shino, too.