07: Spam: Bird covet them shiny little pistols.

[omar]

[It seems like it's going to be a real easy port at first, despite the landing. A hotel to loot, full of all kinds of things that will enhance Omar's quality of life beyond what Leslie will provide him with -- not to mention enough odds and ends to let him finish his current toothbrush-based project. It's not as good as Risa, but it will do him fine.

That lasts until the voices start. Or one voice, particularly. One he's been badly wanting to hear since he first came on board.

Brandon won't show himself, though. And he says there are others around, ones Omar will want to see almost as badly, but he won't say where. Not until certain conditions are met. After everything Omar put him through, how can he say no to anything Brandon wants? It's not anything he wouldn't have done for him when he was alive, anyway. Not at first.

Brandon wants presents, and Omar plans to shower him with them. A knife from the kitchens will do for now, and if he can find a gun in someone's room, all the better. Then he sets to doing what a thief does best.]

((OOC: So basically Omar is wandering around and has been told to steal anything even remotely valuable. For once, his usual rules are off -- if you fall under the umbrella of "civilian," the hotel/Brandon will tell him you're a criminal, and may even say you're one of the ones he has to get revenge on -- so if you want to be robbed and/or hurt, or just encounter him being loopy as hell and chatting with his dead boyfriend, this is the place.))

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[warisart]

[Ben isn't quite sure when he stopped talking to Omar; he didn't notice himself stopping, he just knows that he was at some point and now he's not. He's never quite sure what to do with Omar, but the man had been saying things that in retrospect kind of concern the transgenic, and he doesn't want to see him hurt because he doesn't understand.

So he's not exactly looking specifically for anyone - not anyone real, anyway - as he goes, but he'll hesitate and draw closer the moment he spots Omar where normally he would evade just to avoid being confused or snapped at. He has literally nothing of value unless belt buckles are of interest, but he's interested, and currently free of blood except where the previous batch soaked into the cuffs of his black field jacket.]

[omar]

[The hotel has been confusing him on the point of identities lately -- people's faces swim away and resolve into focus as others, people he knows, people he's got reason to do harm to. Brandon whispers their names into his ear.

This time, though, Ben's face stays Ben's face and it's enough to bother him, with the things he remembers about the young man. His voice is cool, as usual.] Soldier boy.

[What's wrong, Omar? Brandon murmurs worriedly, and Omar's expression tightens.] You need something?

[warisart]

No. [Ben, caught peering curiously into the open door of a room that had been previously closed when he walked by before, with no sign of anyone passing in the interim, pauses when he sees movement. Glancing sidelong, then turning fully to face Omar, he tilts his head at the acknowledgement and watches him react much as Ben has always known him to: inexplicably.]

Do you?

[omar]

Need a few thing. Not anything a boy like yourself can deliver, though. [There's something more tense than usual about him -- usually, he's just annoyed at Ben, but now he seems almost worried.

Who is he? Brandon asks.]

Nobody, baby. He ain't nothing.

[warisart]

[The main thing Ben is concerned about, when he notices the tension, is how much of a threat Omar is; he can always see the danger in the other man, despite not being particularly concerned about it.

He remembers how fearless and efficient he can be.

The words - "boy" "nothing" - don't exactly sting; he's been called worse. He's just confused, not the least because he seems to be missing at least part of a conversation.]

Maybe. Maybe not. I've become quite familiar with the layout of the hotel. I could help.

[omar]

[Omar's about to scoff that off -- he's already seen the manifest and he knows where everyone is staying, and what else could Ben say on that front that could be useful to his cause? But then he remembers what Ben said about some kind of tribute and hesitates, eyes narrowing.]

What was that you was saying before? About delivering something. Tribute. I just so happen to be in need of some, my own self.

[warisart]

[At this, the confusion evaporates pretty much immediately and completely from Ben; this is a subject he's more confident in, more comforted by.]

You don't need to do anything for Her - I already did. [He smiles again, though quietly.] It's taken care of.

[omar]

Ain't for her I'm worried about.

[warisart]

No? [Ben tilts his head slightly, almost patronizing.] Then who?

[omar]

[Omar's chill demeanor drops by a few more degrees.] That ain't a thing y'all need to be reconnoitering into, soldier boy. I got a need. That's all you need to know.

[warisart]

[It makes Ben a little more serious, but not much; most things are rolling right off him right now in a way they normally simply don't.]

I've already given the Lady what She asked for; but there is plenty more around.

[He hesitates, remembering Aya, some of the other things being said by people on the network or that he's seen. Normally he wouldn't be so bold as to keep asking questions once he's been cut off; not aloud, anyway, but.]

Is it a memory?

[omar]

You got a problem with answering a question now? More what?

Is what a memory?