mental link; after the riding events

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Sam's mental presence is accompanied by the sweep of feathers and the rush of wind as he focuses in on his connection to the Nest, occassionally dotted with a faint hint of static or the glint of stars. ]

( There's more than a few of us going at this mission in our own way, so I figure it can't hurt to check in. I don't got a lot this early in the game, but if anyone wants what I've found out about our hosts or the other envoys or what I've been doing to get it, I'll pass it on. This ain't a trade kind of thing - I'll tell you whether or not you wanna let me know what you've been up to. But if you don't mind sharing, hell, I'll take it. )

[ They're a paranoid bunch here, Sam knows that. He'd rather get what little he's been able to find out to people who might be able to do something with it than insist on getting something back. ]

( If you'd rather do it in person, just tell me when or where. I'm pretty sure I heard something about Adra making us all dinner later, so that might not be a bad time either. )

[ On an OOC note, if you only want info sharing and would rather handwave the interaction or just want to know what Sam would share, hit me up on the first comment to this post! ]

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OOC Information Share Thing

[sizeofyourbaggage]

For those just looking for information or want to know what Sam'll share in the thread, this is the spot for you! He'll share everything found out in the overnight surveillance, what was found in the morning investigation after the night of dread as well as everything he's managed to find out here and here. He'll share his plan of continuing to deepen his friendships, particularly with the Seconds, in the hopes of learning more about the Nectar and more about them in general.

His notes will be on the particular vitriol between the Carpathans and Meradan, and on fostering a particular vendetta between some of the sore losers of different envoys.

Those who offer information in return or share what their plans are will get names of those who Sam is starting to have a regular aquintanceship with and is planning on focusing on if they ask.

Just let me know here so I know who Sam's shared stuff with and will probably go to in the future if he's able to make deeper connections!

[adamance]

( I don't think it's wise for us to act individually according to our whims on this mission, Sam. No matter what comes of it, we will remain the outsiders here, more than we already are. )

[They don't even belong to this universe. Adopting an us versus them mindset can only help.]

[ryohji]

[ another one. this makes three who can appreciate the need for consolidation.

his mind already conveys his solid agreement, his reply the styrofoam packaging surrounding it. ]

( The more we share, the more we have, right? )

[isorropia]

[The idle sense of a fire and it's bundle of burning sticks being prodded, a nonthreatening glitter of sparks and heated murmur of the ash and ember. Comfortable. Comforting in a way.]

( What's up, sunshine? )

[sistershoggoth]

( Why you gotta play coy, just give me the deets! )

[shiro2hero]

(You probably already know I'm an open book, if I learn anything. But so far, no good.)

[It's frustrating, to say the least!!]

[hymnals]

( Haven't got much in the way of intel, but I have found a surprisingly good stash of ingredients. Hope you're all ready to chat and play nice. )

(in person) lmk if i need to change anything!

[bracchium]

[Since reconciling, Bucky's stuck closer to Sam, but not close enough to get another dose of that bone-deep fire from a couple days ago. It's not that he's jealous that Sam seems to be intimate with another host, so much as he is puzzled. From the wake of the memories, it seems Sam and Damon didn't really do anything in particular, but Sam seemed affected by it all the same.

But when Sam comes forward about information, Bucky actively seeks out his broodmate, plucking their link to find him.

Yeah, he's just gonna cut right to the chase.] ( Was anything following us? ) [The night Bucky came to same, he means.]

[perroquet]

[ Wings brush against the dark edges of his mind, and a voice he does not recognize calls out. Without walls, he hears it loud and clear, quietly listening until the little speech is done. ]

(Hello! I don't believe I know your voice.)

[ Before any exchange of information can happen, shouldn't proper introductions be top of the order? There's a sense of this being overdue. ]

(Gildor Helyanwe of Esterport.)

[ Though he has no walls, his mental presence hovers at a safe distance, tentative and curious. A shadow black as a starless night, though warm like sunlight on skin. ]

[earthborn]

( You know I'm not a spy, Sam. But whatever intel you get, I'll take it-- I need a target. )

[It's a complicated need, not just about what Shepard needs, personally, although she cannot deny the twitchy, anxious boredom that must every day be tamped down carefully. Like gunpowder. Also too, she needs a target to be useful; Shepard truly is not a spy. She is neither well suited nor skilled in such a position, it is her work to act on the foundation laid by such professionals.

In turning to agriculture we specialize as a species. That same process eventually results in individuals who would literally shoot you as soon as look at you, as a matter of collectivized survival instinct. Perhaps the mongols knew something we didn't.]

( You got my back here? )

[cognitived]

[ there is nothing so much as a shift of shadow, of feather and smoke, the gleaming lights of sunset upon skyscraper windows. Clint's mind is, as always, open to sam, and so instead it is a well of amusement and thoughtful agreement. Sharing news can't hurt, of course. But more importantly ]

( actually letting someone else cater? Color me impressed. )