@simon.laurent;

[incelligent]

uhhhh

hey there. hiya? i um

[#killingit with the Social Interaction. Guess who was pulled from his home world at ten and has been living on the Edge without any form of social media for almost a decade? Simon may be handy with gadgets and gizmos, but the whole talking to people thing? Not quite his forte.]

sorry, new here

still combin through the info decks or whatever they're called

was just wondering if anybody had any extra cans of paint lyin around?

[and ofc if things couldn't get any stupider]

ps the paint would be JUST for painting NOT for snIFFING

[who is gonna break his heart and tell him that art supplies are extremely expensive here...
plz... wreck his shit]

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[warfares]

Is that a serious question?

( it isn't, but it's also something to do to pass the time and he finds he quite enjoys the sense of control he feels. )

Have you thought of staining it?

[incelligent]

fun is serious business ok?

[Simon...]

uuuuh i guess i could?

you got any recommendations on what would be best to use? you know in this whole

[He'll take eldritch horrors and magical train realities over dystopian futures any day.]

it's the future and there's no hope left on earth type situation

i'm gonna really miss climbin trees

[warfares]

Why don't you describe the project properly and I'll advise you on what would suit.

( he says, a man with no idea what the fuck this is even about. )

There are plenty of trees, now. Though I wouldn't advise climbing on them.

[incelligent]

why not??? WAIT... what's wrong with them

[Like on the train?]

do they glow bright green when you touch them? transform into 8 foot tall lavamoles? vaporize ya upon immediate physical contact?

[...And then, back to the original conversation:]

oh! i make miniatures

mostly carve em outta wood, paint over em

that sorta thing- they're people! just little, usually fit in the palm of your hand

[smol bois]

[warfares]

( well, now this is just going to sound anticlimatic. )

No, but you'll probably be arrested.

( okay, this sounds entirely too normal given the tenor of the conversation so far. )

Paint, then.
If it's for miniatures, I can probably spare some. Let me the colors you'll need.

[incelligent]

well then let's see whatchu got!!!

uhhhhh, i'm probably gonna need

[Oh!!! Look at that. Simon is legitimately excited. Sincerely.]

green, brown, black

???

[warfares]

What shades?

[incelligent]

mmm

earthy i guess? for the green, something olive-y, pretty sure the brown's gotta be on the dark side and

for the black just... black? i dunno if i'd say there were different shades of that

[And, oh, regarding the real person this was for-]

you wouldn't happen to have pink or purple, either, wouldja?

those can be kinda bright

[warfares]

I'm reasonably sure I could find most of those for you.
You are the safehouse, yes?

[incelligent]

sure am!

[Helpful nature aside, Simon has to be careful regardless. When meeting this stranger in the safehouse, he will have to ensure that there are other people around. Perhaps he will ask Shinobu or John for backup.

Safehouse his pale, square behind. There is nothing safe about this place. ]

guess i'll be seein ya soon?

[warfares]

I'll meet you in the kitchen.

( he has food to drop off, anyway. )

text -> action if you're down!

[incelligent]

[And Simon waits in the kitchen as asked, feeling a tad less nervous as Shinobu is close by. He clearly sticks out like a sore thumb with that shaved head of his and the sharp nose, though he catches sight of another pale, lanky, broody guy rather quickly.

He raises his arm to wave.]

Greetings! Uh, Kylo...?

[That doesn't sound like a real name, but uh, different worlds and universes and all that. Whatever, he can dig it.]

Is that what I call you?

Oh, man, I hope you're the right guy. Otherwise this is just gonna be super awkward. A little awkweird, if you will.

[Are you... are you bowing for no gd reason simon istg

Clearly, he has forgotten how to behave in social situations.]