James "Sawyer" Ford (wise_guy) wrote in spinningcompass, @ 2012-09-30 19:00:00 |
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Current music: | The Fratellis - A Heady Tale |
Pour yourself a drink or three..
Who: James Ford and Kristina Snow.
Where: The Irish Pub.
What: The two meet for a drink, even if the pub isn't 'open' yet.
When: Backdated to shortly after this exchange.
Rating: TBD?
Open: No.
Status: Ongoing.
James didn't spend as much time on the network as some of the other people here, but he did like to keep an eye on the goings on of the other island folk. And really, other than reading, there wasn't much he could do here given his current level of mobility. Or immobility more-like. Still, he did prefer the radio for communication. It was more direct and reminded him of the job he'd left behind. He couldn't deny the call out on the network to actually go out and do something though. He was sick of sitting around his apartment, and other than going to Maryanne's when he'd had enough of instant packet or can based meals, he didn't have much of a reason to leave it. So answering that call had seemed like a good opportunity. He'd run out of the beers that had kindly been collected for him and James had recalled the pub along the street, so he'd suggested it as the perfect location to get out to. Although, as far as he was aware, it wasn't set up like the restaurant. But he figured there'd still be some beer on tap, even if it was old and seedy. If not, there'd be plenty of bottles behind the bar. And if some prankster had moved those, then he'd hop around until he found something and he wouldn't be fussy about it. Getting ready, for James, involved him changing his shirt and grabbing his jacket. There wasn't a lot in the cut-off-for-a-cast pants collection, so those stayed as they were. And, as it stood, nothing matched the new fibreglass cast Short-Stuff had thought amusing to do for him in bright pink. Most of his getting ready time was spent navigating the stairs with his damn crutches. Luckily it was only a couple of flights though. Once in the lobby, James switched to 'his' wheelchair. It was a lot faster to get around in and he was pretty good at manoeuvring it now. He wheeled out into the street and waited. He didn't know if this Kristina was in his building or the other one. He did know where the pub was though. |