all this time

[lighthearted]

WHO: Sora, Soldier: 76, and various
WHERE: All over New Amsterdam
WHEN: Early December
WHAT: Moving in, cheering up, etc!
NOTES OR WARNINGS: Will add if needed.

[ Pre-discussed starters in the comments below! If you would also like to plot something, feel free to PM me. ]

Comments

[personalwar]

What a shame.

[ Jack's tone comes out completely dry when he makes that comment, and he glances away, heaving out a sigh of frustration as his arms drop back to his sides. All this effort put into getting worked up and they still don't have everything they need to do what Gabriel's suggesting. ]

To get the right equipment, you're probably gonna have to break into a hospital.

[ Not an easy task, he would imagine, but if anyone can do it, Gabriel could. The question is, will he put his money where his mouth is? ]

[gravemistake]

[Now he's being taunted, and Jack of all people should know that he's not going to get away with it. Gabriel Reyes will always call a bluff, and even if he can't take care of this one right this second, this is just more incentive to make it happen.]

Yeah, I guess I'm gonna have to break into a hospital.

[But Gabriel is, perhaps, further ahead on this than Jack knows, given his excursion with Kovacs in the morgue.]

So many places to break into, so little time.

[personalwar]

[ If Gabriel manages to get the necessary tools, then so be it. Jack will attempt to do some sort of back-alley brain surgery on him, and it will likely end in tragedy, but it won't be anything that Gabriel himself didn't ask for.

Neither of them should be so cavalier about this, but they're both too old and disillusioned to put much stock in their lives.

Seeing his opening, Jack actually manages a small smirk as he shoots back: ]

So is one of those places gonna be a furniture store?

[ No, he hasn't forgotten about what started this argument. They don't even have a couch. ]

[gravemistake]

It was not on my list.

[Probably he's going to be an upstanding citizen and buy furniture, with money he's been making by betting on Jack at the fighting ring, of course. Not that he's going to mention it.]

Maybe if you ask nicely.

[personalwar]

[ Jack sighs and leans his weight back on his heels, shaking his head to himself. ]

What do you want, a "pretty please with a cherry on top"?

[ The words come out as an exasperated drawl, and then he begins to turn away. As far as he's concerned, their argument is over. It remains to be seen if what they've discussed today will actually lead to anything, whether that's more bone saws or couches in their lives. ]

[gravemistake]

Hey, it might be nice.

[He'll worry about furniture soon. The argument might be over, but it was still a good reminder of how volatile the two of them can still be. They've only just gotten here, but Gabriel is already ready to have some time to himself.]

I'm gonna get some air.

[And maybe he'll look at some couches. Maybe.]