For Go With Wisdom Ways.... [OTA]

[patriotnow]

characters: Klaes Ashford + OTA

location: Ashford's home + Beacon

date/time: October // November Catchall

content: Klaes coming to terms with things + any other misadventures or event fallout that might be moved into this post.

warnings: No warnings but will update if needed
 

Ashford's House 

Klaes sits in the doorframe of his house, one of the modest A-frames in the village made more modest by the fact that he's done little to nothing to decorate the thing aside from an OPA emblem roughly painted on the wall above his bed. And his bed being a simple mattress on the floor. He's shrugged off the top half of his uniform, letting it bunch around his waist as he fiddles with the electronic terminal on the uniform sleeve.

Once able to project maps, analyze injuries, and send messages across the galaxies, this thing now is good for little more than recording his own voice and saving it for posterity. And thats what he is doing now. Going back and listening through his recordings. Listening to the changes in his voice. The changes in the way he talks about this place.

Thanks to some hearing loss left from a few months ago, he hears your footsteps approaching later than he used to, but once he does he quickly stops the recording he was listening to and shoots a wary glance in your direction.

 

"Wha'you want?"

 

Beacon 1

Ashford has made progress on repairing what damage was done to his home by the storm but still there is much to do. And he comes into Beacon proper regularly to find what he can. At the moment he carries what looks like a roll of canvas under one arm. "Hey. You know where I can find nails? ....or bullets?"

 

Beacon 2

Ashford rummages behind the bar, bottles clinking as he lifts them to inspect. He examines one, passes, examines another and passes again before settling on what looks like it could be a decent whiskey. Or at least decent compared to that cheap stuff they'd get out at the far reaches of the Belt. He pops the cork then casts a tired but mischievous glance to whoever is nearby.

 

"Oye. You want?" And he wiggles the bottle in question. He'll pour if you join him for conversation.

He's bored as fuck, after all. 

 

Comments

House

[scarsolderthanyou]

"You to not be way the shit out here instead of somewhere actually close by," Stone grouses, but it's a familiar argument that he doesn't expect to get anywhere, like usual.

He flops casually down at Klaes's feet, and just as casually drops his head into the guy's lap, looking up at him and grinning a sharp-toothed grin. Daring him to say something. "What were you listening to?"