The Perk, Friday Afternoon

[amitragic]

Most of the time, Ulysses was surprisingly fine being cut off from his world, even though it meant being cut off from his best friends. (... Okay, okay, his adult best friends, sorry, Illy.) For the past week or so, for whatever reason, it was getting to him a little more.

He missed Ford.

He missed Carly.

And how was a very late breakfast at the Perk while he jabbed uselessly at his phone and tried to send a bunch of messages that wouldn't go through supposed to help with that? He didn't know, but there he was, with a pile of pastries and a large coffee in front of him and a mopey expression on his face, at a table in the corner.

Some Fridays were like this.

[ooc: Oooopen.]

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[mother_love]

If there was one thing Billy was certain of, it was that he hated the cold. The second thing he was becoming more and more aware of was that he couldn't just hide away in his apartment until the weather warmed up again.

And so, out of more mental necessity than anything else, he braved the cold and headed out to grab some coffee and a bite of something at The Perk.

As he got his order and was debating whether to take a seat or hurry back to the apartment he caught sight of Ulysses. And he recognized that look, because he was pretty sure it had been plastered on his face quite a bit over the last few months.

"Hey there," he said with a slight nod as he approached, taking a slight detour on his way to the door.

[amitragic]

Ulysses looked up from his phone and blinked owlishly at the new guy. (No, he wasn't startled, honest, how dare you.)

"Uh, hi?"

... That probably shouldn't have been a question.

[mother_love]

"Any luck getting that thing to work?" he asked nodding towards the phone.

Billy knew the odds were low but as much as he was still wanting to get off the island he still had to check to see if anyone else was having better luck than he had been having. And realizing he was probably coming off as a little rude he added with a slightly forced smile.

"I'm Billy. Fellow, shall I venture, unwilling resident of the island."

[amitragic]

"Ulysses."

Good enough for a greeting. He looked down at the phone again.

"Phone works fine," he continued, with a faintly grumbly tone that was more resigned than anything else, really. "Multiverse is fucked, though."

So to answer the actual question: no.

[mother_love]

"Know the feeling" Billy said with a somewhat sympathetic nod. "Can't get a call out to save my life. And cant seem to get off the island either no matter how hard I try."

[amitragic]

Ulysses frowned up at him.

"... What, like you can't get over the causeway, or...?"

[mother_love]

"Can't get across the causeway and my boat nearly sank the half-dozen times I tried to sail off. So, yeah. Stuck. For how long, who knows."

Billy paused and gave a general handwave around.

"And it's not like I'm going to be able to sail out any time soon so... yeah."

[amitragic]

"Huh."

A beat went by.

"Yeah, I can still leave," Ulysses offered, his head tilted. "I just... probably can't get to the right Los Angeles."

He hadn't actually tried to.

Also, wait, he was definitely failing basic empathy here right now. "Uh, bummer for you, though, man," he added, quickly, "I'm sorry."

[mother_love]

Billy nodded and then shrugged. It was more the feeling of being trapped and not in control of his situation that actually bothered him the most about the whole thing really.

"You got people back home then?" he asked, trying to make conversation because after nearly 7 years of being in hiding, small talk was not something that came easily anymore.

[amitragic]

Small talk had never been Uly's strong suit, so at least he was in good company there.

"Uh, yeah. My friends." A beat. "You?"

See?

[mother_love]

Quite the conversationalist these two were.

"No one really," Billy said shaking his head slightly.