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no
but it sounds like i need to find it.

big fancy building with a giant goat in front of it in cellar door.

i'm at the bar.

the bar, huh?
i could use a drink

what do you look like
i might come by

like someone who's trying to drown themselves in booze, except they can't die.

far corner of the bar, there's some black wreath thing with candles.

oh i know that look well

and black wreath with candles huh
festive

i'll find it

won't be able to miss me, then.

[ and Booker's true to form, hunched over the bar and his drink. there's two main Booker's you might find at the bar - charming and gracious, or keeping to himself.

he doesn't mind the prospect of this fellow's presence though - tonight, misery would love company. ]

( it doesn't take long for amos to both arrive and spot the guy he'd been talking to over the network. the description fits and amos smirks a bit before he makes his way over, taking a seat next to him. )

You look thrilled with life.

( they can be two peas in the pod with that one. )

It is a never-ending beacon of joy.

[ the dryness is real. though he looks up as the guy sits, regarding him with a quick once-over; yep, they seem to complement each other quite well. ]

Drink? [ Booker's already flagging the bartender. ]

Fucking yes.

( he guesses that's the one good thing about this place in that it hasn't stripped itself clean of bars.

when the bartender comes around, amos places an order before sighing. )

How long you been sitting here?

[ Booker gets another scotch (getting lucky at the tables was mostly habit and skill, and it pays off well) - and he leans back in his chair so he's less of a hunched over closed off asshole. ]

The sun come back up yet? [ aka, a long fucking time. ]

How long you been around here?

Here?

( he looks around and then shrugs. )

I was in that fucking dream world for about a year or something. Then, I traveled a bit when that went to shit. And now I'm here.

( so, a long goddamn time. )

As for this bar, I just got here. ( he smirks. )

Deerington?

[ curious, he'd never seen this guy before. though, to be fair, Booker was a pretty closed off asshole there too.

Booker nods to the guy's drink, ] Seems like you got some catching up to do then.

Guess I do.

( he picks up the drink and then downs it before blowing out a breath. )

Thought I'd gotten back to where I came from after Deerington. But, guess I'm still doomed to be a prisoner of something.

Yeah? You think there's some sort of jailer that brought us here?

[ Booker didn't quite keep up with what was happening in Deerington, but there was definitely someone at the root of all that horror. ]

Where did you come from?

Before all this?

( amos points up and then, realizing that that might indicate he was dead and in some religious afterlife, he clarifies: )

Space. I'm a mechanic on a Martian warship.

( yeah yeah he knows how that sounds. )

[ Booker glances upwards and at first thinks: ceiling? quickly followed by, sky...? ]

[ no way he was going to get mechanic from mars. on mars- a mars warship? it takes a second for it to process even spelled out like that. after a second he shrugs, ] Not the weirdest I've heard.

Is living on a space ship as miserable as it sounds? [ and sure, his perspective might be tainted by the army and an aversion to places where you can get stuck in an endless death loop, but it's a light-hearted question, doled out with half a grin. ]

I actually like it a lot more than living on the ground.

( but amos is aware that he's kind of a weird bird that way. he's never had anything go right when he's planet side and he likes being able to move around and work. )

There's only four of us crewing the ship. So we don't sit on top of each other. It's better than it sounds.

Actually - being all alone up there don't sound all that bad. [ four people? there's four people Booker can imagine being stuck with for eternity ( which he effectively already is ), and not having to deal with real people sounds pretty appealing at this current point in time. ]

How is it you ended up there?

I didn't want to be on Earth anymore, basically. It didn't do shit for me and I needed a way out.

( and so he'd taken it. )

Gave me a way to make money, see other places, and get out of Baltimore. Win win. I don't like going back.

( but he couldn't do anything about it right now. )

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