[OPEN!]

[charismatic]

Who: Will and YOU
What:Apartment hunting and meeting/re-meeting(?) folks, hopefully.
Where: He's running all over the city and also works out a Tinker's Lot, so feel free to pick wherever.
When: Givdi/Thursday, all day.
Notes: Heyyyy, giving this a try. :|b I never have anything interesting to put in this field.
Warnings: None!

Scheduling at Tinker's Lot can be a bit tricky - there's always someone testing something, but it's hard to tell how long any particular trial is going to last. Out of the several things Will's been hired to try in the last few days, only one or two have been anything approaching successful - but it means he usually has some downtime between jobs, at least. It also means that, since he only had a couple scheduled runs this morning, he's free to spend the rest of the day looking around for a place to live once it's time to leave the Inn at the end of the week. He's not exactly sure what his budget's going to be, then, but he's got enough of an idea to ride the train around town and look at what's available.

He's still a little bit sore, but his body is readjusting as quickly as can be expected to an entirely new set of exertions and conditions, so taking a long walk (even if half of it is spent crammed into a train compartment) is probably good for him.

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[thenormalsquint]

"Look, you don't need to lie to impress people." She continues laughing, hard enough that the helmet slips down again. "Or at least make it believable."

[charismatic]

Will shakes his head, but he's still grinning. “I can show you pictures,” he offers. He unzips the neck of his flight suit just enough to dig his phone out; he used to only wear it around his neck in combat situations at home, but he's taken to wearing it like that all the time, here, if he doesn't leave it at home. He flicks it on, the holoprojection a neat little square of light in the dim light. He flips through the older pictures quickly, enough to catch glimpses of a fluffy white dog, of curly hair and a warm smile, but he doesn't slow down until he gets to pictures of a half-disassembled mechanoid suit with a couple perplexed fellow rebels clambering around on it. “We didn't have a tech on site,” he says dryly. The tried diagnosing the problem via photos – it hadn't gone very well.

[thenormalsquint]

The cute animal loving part of Angela is tempted to ask him to stop on the dog, but the space photo is so much more interesting. She grabs the phone from his hand(how polite), and continues flicking through the mechanoid pictures with a look of disbelief on her face.

"Are these Photoshopped? I can tell when a picture is Photoshopped, you know." But even now she can tell these pictures are the real deal. He is a space pilot.

[charismatic]

Will isn't exactly sure what photoshopped means, but he can guess. He shakes his head again, laughing at the look on her face, but he can't mind too much. “None of those where you're from, huh?”