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taxonomites2010-04-10 04:07 pm
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2. Living in Harmony - [Location: Various]
If anyone had been paying attention to Sam Spade's movements, it would have, at first, seemed like he was wandering the city haphazardly. Perhaps it was the restlessness of the newly confined, or the aimlessness of boredom. He turned up a variety of places, attempted to talk to Extras now and then, occasionally going in buildings, sometimes just circling them. It all seemed very random.
In truth, it was anything but.
At first, he'd simply been verifying what he was told; that the place was a closed system, without communication or transport to the outside. Once he'd done that, his purpose had become twofold.
First of all, he was mapping the city. Yes, he had the tablet, and had figured out how to use the map function to a limited degree. But he wanted a map in his head. Easier to access, and for the most part, more reliable. He knew San Fransisco inside and out, and if he was going to get any answers about this joint, he needed to have a baseline to start from.
The second reason for his walks was to listen. He'd picked up a fair amount listening to public broadcasts on the tablet, but he wanted a feel of the place. The flow of people: where they lived, where they congregated. What they talked about when he passed them on the street.
He wouldn't mind talking to someone who approached him, of course. But for now, he's waiting. Spade's patience had always served him well in the past, after all, and now his caution was a little greater than before. Taking his time couldn't hurt.
[ooc: He's keeping an eye out for Leila as per Sol's suggestion, but otherwise feel free to run into him wherever you'd like.]
In truth, it was anything but.
At first, he'd simply been verifying what he was told; that the place was a closed system, without communication or transport to the outside. Once he'd done that, his purpose had become twofold.
First of all, he was mapping the city. Yes, he had the tablet, and had figured out how to use the map function to a limited degree. But he wanted a map in his head. Easier to access, and for the most part, more reliable. He knew San Fransisco inside and out, and if he was going to get any answers about this joint, he needed to have a baseline to start from.
The second reason for his walks was to listen. He'd picked up a fair amount listening to public broadcasts on the tablet, but he wanted a feel of the place. The flow of people: where they lived, where they congregated. What they talked about when he passed them on the street.
He wouldn't mind talking to someone who approached him, of course. But for now, he's waiting. Spade's patience had always served him well in the past, after all, and now his caution was a little greater than before. Taking his time couldn't hurt.
[ooc: He's keeping an eye out for Leila as per Sol's suggestion, but otherwise feel free to run into him wherever you'd like.]