Sam did not know Bastien or Rexanna well, even though he had helped Bastien ascend - they were loud, bold, party kind of people, who wore flashy outfits and said things like 'Cheers!' Still, they were Ascended, and now that made them his family. He smiled through Bastien's comment, that he couldn't parse as an insult or compliment, and then said to Rexanna: "I'm fine. I hurt for a while but...well. I'm just glad we survived."
How odd, to meet someone for the first time fighting a giant pumpkin. But he supposed it helped them feel a little closer.
When Wessex arrived he still felt the ghost of the fear he used to hold for her in his heart, but mostly he was happy to see her. That she had come at all probably meant she valued the idea, right?
"Well...I'm hoping we can have this be safe, with some work, and maybe somewhere comfortable to stay as well.. And no one but us shall know...and I'd like to make a shrine here, too, perhaps." He told her, in response to her news of a safehouse already made.
Had anything prompted it? He sighed and nodded. "Yes. I've had three different friends accuse me of causing or assisting the blight, in...tones that make me uncomfortable. Accusatory. Treating me as lesser because of..because of their opinions of The Voice." Sam shook his head, then tried to clear his mind for the task ahead. It didn't matter what other people thought.
"There's a trap door, back there, to a basement. I was hoping to attach my cube to it, so that only Ascended can get in. Do any of you have technologies we could use to help? Or...any ideas for what would be good here?"
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Lucas is sitting this one out, but will be welcome at the hideout later!
No Post Order
Samuel
I tried to dance with the devil on your back
