[center][h1][b][color=orange]Vincent Ryder[/color][/b][/h1] [sub]Interactions: [@FunnyGuy] [@Exit] [@PigeonOfAstora] [@dreamingflowers][/sub] [hr] [/center] As Vincent walked with his little group, plus Renee, he laced his fingers behind his head and looked around. In his travels, he had come across various communities a lot like this one, people trying their best to make a the best life they could in this hellish world, wary of newcomers. [i][color=orange]At least they're not trying to chase us off with those pitchforks,[/color][/i] he mused, unfazed by the attention. [color=orange][i]Then again, they all probably know why we're here and that's the only reason they're not trying to run us through.[/i][/color] As they approached the shed, he stopped and looked over his shoulder. A few of the people who had been staring had gotten back to work, tending livestock or their gardens, but many of them were still staring warily at him and his friends. A smirk crossed his face as he turned around and placed a hand on his hip. He ran his other hand through his dark hair and called out, [color=orange]"Please, please, everyone, no need to be shy. I know it's not every day you see someone as perfectly handsome as me, but I promise, I won't bite."[/color] After a moment, he added with a wink, [color=orange]"Much."[/color] With that, he turned around and entered the shed, not noticing the grumbling or eyerolls behind him. He walked over to where everyone was gathered around a table and peered over Akaia's shoulder as Renee told them where they were going. Hearing Akaia echo it, he let out a low whistle and said, [color=orange]"Cheery, as far as names go."[/color] He crossed his arms and confidently smirked as he added, [color=orange]"Well, in my experience, the more depressing a name a place has, the more fun I'll have. What're we looking at as far as enemies go?"[/color] [hr] [center][h1][b][color=lightgreen]Sean Anderson[/color][/b][/h1] [sub]Interactions: [@dreamingflowers] [@khosmik] [@Theyra][/sub] [hr] [/center] Sean had known the Commune long enough to know that when Poppy told one to do something, it was best if one listened, especially when she used that tone. He shouldered his pack and followed Desmond toward the observatory. Before he went inside, he saw Poppy disappear into the forest. He started to reach for the pistol holstered under his left arm, but after a moment, let his arm drop, that loose component in his arm clicking quietly as he did. If whoever Poppy found in the forest, assuming they were still there, decided to turn things violent, Sean knew he was better off trying to find someone else like Ajax. After all, he was only human and he didn't trust his aim enough to provide any meaningful contribution. He used a shotgun for a reason, after all. Instead, he turned around and continued to follow Desmond inside. [color=lightgreen]"Nice to meet you, Desmond. And you don't need to worry about finding a spot for me,"[/color] Sean told him with an easy grin. [color=lightgreen]"Unless anything's changed, Erik set aside a spot for me in the escape tunnel a couple of years back. Might be pretty dusty, but I should have a bed and a workshop down there."[/color] As he led the way down the hall toward the telescope room, Sean noticed a door to his left was slightly ajar. The name on the door read "Desmond" and Sean caught a glimpse of someone laying in the bed. However, he knew better than just walking into someone's room, even if that someone was right next to him, so he resolved to talk to Desmond and Poppy about it later. [color=lightgreen][i]This pack's getting kinda heavy, anyway,[/i][/color] he thought as he and Desmond entered the room. He strode purposefully toward a crimson rug laying off to the side and pulled it away to reveal a trapdoor. He pulled it open and took in a deep breath. [color=lightgreen]"Ah, smell that wonderful, stale, musty air,"[/color] he told Desmond with a grin. He dropped his pack into the hole and started to climb down the short ladder. After a couple of steps, he looked up at Desmond and said, [color=lightgreen]"If anyone needs me, I'll be down here for a bit. I've got some work to do."[/color] That said, he dropped down to the floor and flipped a light switch. Bare lightbulbs flickered to life down the length of the tunnel as he shouldered his pack again and began to walk. He didn't go very far before he came to a wooden door on his right. He tried to open it, only to find it locked, and he let out a quiet curse as he dropped his pack again. He searched through the various pockets and pouches before he finally came across a ring of keys, then took a few more moments trying each key one at a time before he found the right one. [color=lightgreen]"Suppose that's what I get for taking so long between visits,"[/color] he muttered as he carried his pack into the room. He flipped another switch and, once again, lights flickered to life, revealing a medium-sized room, the walls, floor, and ceiling of which were covered in plastic sheets to prevent dirt and other debris from accumulating. A table sat against the far wall, on top of which was a red metal toolbox, and to the left of it was stood a bookcase. Instead of books, however, the shelves held containers full of bits and pieces made of various materials. Against the wall to his right was a desk which had several computer monitors sitting on top of it, complete with a computer tower that sat below, jury-rigged with parts that Sean had scavenged from various systems, and a bed sat against the wall to his left. The most notable thing in the room, however, were the arms. There were three of them, each one a bionic prosthesis, held up by a set of hooks and wrapped securely in more plastic sheeting. Through the sheeting, it would be clear that, while each one was made of steel, each one looked different from the others. He walked over to the workbench and pulled an arm off of the wall. This arm was the simplest out of the set, made only for when Sean wasn't planning on going out into the world. [color=lightgreen]"Alright, let's get to work,"[/color] he said as he shrugged his jacket off.