(Space. Now that's definitely a new one for Sam. He's beginning to wonder if maybe this was some sort of crazy dream, and someone slipped something into his tobacco. Hell, pirates and all the shit they saw chasing Avery had been a bit of a stretch. This? Now this was just plain madness.
Yet here he was staring out into nothing but a sea of stars. They were all around him it felt like. Sure this was a better sight than the walls of a cell, but still he felt a little trapped by it. All of that space out there and that was the feeling he got. Only Sam Drake. He doesn't have any smokes on him so he just begins whistling a tune, trying to figure things out as he does so.)
Could go for a bite. (mess hall)
(So far this place beat the prison he had spent so many years in. He was able to walk around freely to a lot more places. There were no bars holding him in. No guards that reeked of god knows what. There was clearly just one more thing he needed to check out.
So the load rumbling in his stomach was telling him anyway when he found the mess hall. Food. Let's hope this beat prison food just a bit, he would settle for just a tiny step up. He made his way in and looked around for a few moments just to get a feel for the place. Force of habit. Didn't take him long however to see the buffet table.
Now we are talking. He thinks to himself as he heads over ready to see the offerings. He looks at ease but you can be sure he is still on his guard.)
Sam Drake | Uncharted series
(Space. Now that's definitely a new one for Sam. He's beginning to wonder if maybe this was some sort of crazy dream, and someone slipped something into his tobacco. Hell, pirates and all the shit they saw chasing Avery had been a bit of a stretch. This? Now this was just plain madness.
Yet here he was staring out into nothing but a sea of stars. They were all around him it felt like. Sure this was a better sight than the walls of a cell, but still he felt a little trapped by it. All of that space out there and that was the feeling he got. Only Sam Drake. He doesn't have any smokes on him so he just begins whistling a tune, trying to figure things out as he does so.)
Could go for a bite. (mess hall)
(So far this place beat the prison he had spent so many years in. He was able to walk around freely to a lot more places. There were no bars holding him in. No guards that reeked of god knows what. There was clearly just one more thing he needed to check out.
So the load rumbling in his stomach was telling him anyway when he found the mess hall. Food. Let's hope this beat prison food just a bit, he would settle for just a tiny step up. He made his way in and looked around for a few moments just to get a feel for the place. Force of habit. Didn't take him long however to see the buffet table.
Now we are talking. He thinks to himself as he heads over ready to see the offerings. He looks at ease but you can be sure he is still on his guard.)