Vacationing

[sentryslinger]

[Continuing this thread, in which Spy has convinced Engineer to spend a vacation with him. Fishing, fine dining, and some enemy bonding ensue.


Engineer steps into the elevator, hitting the button for their floor, pulling at his collar to loosen that next button.]

Hey, thanks again for the dinner and the suit. I'll have to put it to use some other time to justify your spendin' money on all this.

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[not_onyourside]

[Spy at least has the good grace to not look incredibly smug with his full house.]

You most certainly are. Zhe perfect vacationing partner.

[sentryslinger]

I might be that, but I'm an imperfect poker player. Maybe I should have tried to convince you to fold that time.

[He loses the goggles that have been hiding his eyes, left with his undershirt and underwear. And his Gunslinger, if that counts as an accessory rather than a hand.]

[not_onyourside]

Remember zhat zhis was your idea mon ami.

[Such pretty eyes too.]

[sentryslinger]

I'm not backin' down. There are still a few hands, so my luck might turn around yet.

[not_onyourside]

Or you might end up sleeping nude.

I suppose we shall see.

[He smiles as he deals out the next hand.]

[sentryslinger]

At least there's a blanket to keep me warm.

[Annnnd still no luck. Have his best attempt at a poker face against his hand full of nothing, Spy.]

[not_onyourside]

[His three of a kind isn't great, but he'll take it.]

Ever zhe optimist.

And what about you? I feel like I have told you all about my sordid past and still know nozzing about you.

[sentryslinger]

Well, what is it you'd like to know?

[not_onyourside]

For starters why you chose to do zhis. Out of all of us you seem zhe most likely to be able to obtain an actual career zhat ees not killing people.

[sentryslinger]

[He looks to his cards.]

When I told you engineering is a family business, I meant it in every sense. This was my father's work. Grandfather's too.

[not_onyourside]

At BLU you mean?

I would zhink after being here no one would want zheir children to suffer zhe same fate.

[sentryslinger]

I'd think so, too. It was somethin' we didn't talk too much about back home. It's a fact that this job does have its benefits, though, for all the hell they put us through.

[not_onyourside]

Name one, ozzer zhan money.

[sentryslinger]

The technology I'm able to access on account of me bein' here, as well as some research I wouldn't have gotten my hands on otherwise.

[not_onyourside]

Hmm. Well I grant you zhat.

But having such knowledge ees also dangerous een zhe company's eyes.

[sentryslinger]

And that would be why I can't get out. Why none of us could.

[not_onyourside]

So you will just pass zhis on to your children?

[sentryslinger]

I'll be lucky if I get to have any.

[not_onyourside]

So zhe generations of indentured servitude ends wez you?

[He lays down his three of a kind, hoping what Engie has is worse. So far his luck hasn't been too terrible.]

[sentryslinger]

[He managed to get a single pair from his draw, but it's not enough to save him. Off comes his undershirt without fanfare.]

A part of me says it's better than damning them to this life, if that's what they choose to go into.

[not_onyourside]

Eef zhe company deems you so valuable zhey might make sure your offspring followed een your footsteps.

[He's trying not to leer. But it's a struggle.]

[sentryslinger]

I'm sure they might, now. The men who run these companies ain't in the best of health.

[He doesn't even seem to notice as he leans on the table.]

[not_onyourside]

I have not seen zhem een quite some time. I zhought zhey were dead.

[sentryslinger]

They aren't. And won't be for sometime unless somethin' else goes wrong with those machines that are keepin' 'em alive. That, and if there's always someone around to fix them.

[not_onyourside]

[He arches an eyebrow over his cards.]

Zhat would be you I presume?