day 42

[headinjuries]

WHO: miniSam and whoever drops in
WHERE: The Bearings
WHEN: Day 42, mid-day
SUMMARY: Watching the news. Trashtalking Ngozi. Chess.
WARNINGS: None yet?



[ So here's a familiar sight: Sam Alexander watching the news, stretched out on the floor in front of the screen that he is only ever going to think of as a TV no matter what you want to call it, thank you very much. There's a chessboard in front of him, a can of a soda by his elbow, and an expression on his face that hovers somewhere between "unimpressed" and "disgusted," because guess who's being interviewed? ]

"Don't think that because we're investigating subspace right now that we aren't looking into other options as well -"

[ Sam snorts derisively as he mutes the sound, because he's really not in the mood. ]

Yeah, sure you are.

[ Back to that chess game. Or, on closer inspection, maybe it's not quite chess; it's something played on the same board of sixty-four squares, but the pieces are oddly shaped and there are a few extras sitting discarded to the side with the captured pieces, because he just picked out whatever game looked the closest and ignored the rules it came with.

It really figures that Ilde offered to play with him, and when he finally found a board...she's in a coma.

Because hey, it's not like enough was going badly already, right? He should've expected.

So instead he's playing against himself, turning the board around after each move, frowning thoughtfully as he moves a - well, he's decided it's a knight, whatever that piece is really supposed to be - and stopping, not letting go of the piece and committing to the move just yet.

Yes, lil' biscuit can do thoughtful.

Who knew? ]

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[batmotif]

[There seems to be a running gag that Bruce tends to startle Sam, managing to enter any given room with just enough soundlessness to remain unnoticed by the teen.

Maybe the same happens this time, maybe it doesn't. But regardless, the man is here, noting the muted TV and -- of more interest -- the chessboard. Or at least, something that appears to be similar to a chessboard, with its strangely shaped pieces.

Bruce speaks up, a few feet away, his voice resounding in the otherwise silent area.]

Need a partner?