[It's the smell you might notice first: the pungent, yet slightly herbal smell of a cigar that wafts around the deck. Follow it, and you'll find that it's coming from an older man standing at one end, staring admiringly at the view of the stars around him. He sucks on one end of the lit cigar, exhaling a lazy haze of smoke in front of him.]
Well I'll be go to hell...
[It's said mostly to himself, and filled with many sentiments: surprise, disbelief, but most of all, awe. The idea that he's actually in space still hasn't exactly sunk in, so he's content to simply stare a little longer. If you happen to approach or be near by, he'll look over and offer a smile, the cigar squeezed between two of his fingers as he waves his hand in a general gesture at the sight before him.]
You ever see anything like this before?
Party time!
[When one gets into as many crazy situations as Victor Sullivan does, it's a lot easier to get used to the idea of them. Well...sort of. The sight of floating food and objects around the room is a little jarring, so Sully takes to standing a little off to the side of the main festivities.
But hey, no point in letting free things go to waste, right? He's got a drink in hand (too bad it's not scotch), and as a present floats near him, he grabs it, shaking it a little bit as if he could try and guess what it is. To whoever's nearby:]
What are the chances there's going to be a heaping pile of gold in this thing?
Secton T.
[Sully's been around long enough to know that when there's a closed off section of any establishment, it usually means that there's something hidden behind it. Or something that people want to keep in...but he'll just hope for the best as he moves through the sector.
Victor Sullivan | Uncharted
[It's the smell you might notice first: the pungent, yet slightly herbal smell of a cigar that wafts around the deck. Follow it, and you'll find that it's coming from an older man standing at one end, staring admiringly at the view of the stars around him. He sucks on one end of the lit cigar, exhaling a lazy haze of smoke in front of him.]
Well I'll be go to hell...
[It's said mostly to himself, and filled with many sentiments: surprise, disbelief, but most of all, awe. The idea that he's actually in space still hasn't exactly sunk in, so he's content to simply stare a little longer. If you happen to approach or be near by, he'll look over and offer a smile, the cigar squeezed between two of his fingers as he waves his hand in a general gesture at the sight before him.]
You ever see anything like this before?
Party time!
[When one gets into as many crazy situations as Victor Sullivan does, it's a lot easier to get used to the idea of them. Well...sort of. The sight of floating food and objects around the room is a little jarring, so Sully takes to standing a little off to the side of the main festivities.
But hey, no point in letting free things go to waste, right? He's got a drink in hand (too bad it's not scotch), and as a present floats near him, he grabs it, shaking it a little bit as if he could try and guess what it is. To whoever's nearby:]
What are the chances there's going to be a heaping pile of gold in this thing?
Secton T.
[Sully's been around long enough to know that when there's a closed off section of any establishment, it usually means that there's something hidden behind it. Or something that people want to keep in...but he'll just hope for the best as he moves through the sector.
He really wishes he had a gun right now though.]
Think the rumors about this place are true?