WHO: Sam Wilson and Larissa Osorio WHAT: Building a shelter WHEN: Thursday morning WARNINGS: TBD STATUS: Closed, Incomplete
Sam was not the kind of guy who was afraid of hard work. Especially not when his efforts were going towards important things, like a medical facility where they would bring new life into their Utopian society, or shelters for beautiful women with sexy accents. It had been a long time since he had attempted to have anything resembling an actual relationship and he wasn't particularly looking for that here. But he also wasn't into casual sex with strangers, so he was definitely hoping to make some kind of a connection with some of the women here. Offering his assistance with building shelters seemed like a good way to try and start making a connection, even if it only led to friendship.
Most of his time was dedicated to the medical facility, but he was an early riser, so after getting Lynne's shelter done and his own mostly done, he was skipping his early run to work on Larissa's. Since they had what seemed to be a never ending supply of building materials, he was using brick for her shelter. It was messy work, but he wasn't the type of guy who shied away from a little bit of mess. Even though the sun wasn't completely up, he was warm from physical exertion, so had already removed his shirt and was wearing the shorts that he made out of his cargo pants pretty much immediately after arriving.
The lack of cups and bottles made it difficult to stay hydrated, but he was doing his best with coconut shells and was taking a water break when Larissa popped by, he assumed to check on his progress. "Hey," he said, giving her an easy smile and wave. "Should have you ready to go in another day or two if this weather holds."