Yellow Brick Road Near the Ferry Landing, Friday Early Evening
Sam had only ever had a handful of chances to explore the area around New Orleans, but he knew without a doubt that he'd never stumbled upon this town before. He'd have remembered the ferry ride for sure, and never being particularly inclined to go on drunken benders with his teammates -- that would've required a sense of camaraderie he now realized had never been there -- he couldn't even say he might have been here by accident.
That didn't explain the odd, inexplicably jarring sensation of feeling like he'd come home, somehow.
Sam ran a hand through his hair -- messy as it had always been, maybe even worse now from years of batting helmets and baseball caps, to say nothing of his motorcycle helmet just now -- and straddled his bike, not turning the key in the ignition just yet.
He'd have to find a place to live, eventually, but for now he just sat there, looking down the road at the village before him.
It had been years since he'd found a place where he felt like he could really settle down.
He had to admit, it was a nice feeling.
[OOC: Open like an open thing! Expect bouts of SP from me until 5:30 EST, but open for meeting/traumatizing the new guy, oh yes.]
That didn't explain the odd, inexplicably jarring sensation of feeling like he'd come home, somehow.
Sam ran a hand through his hair -- messy as it had always been, maybe even worse now from years of batting helmets and baseball caps, to say nothing of his motorcycle helmet just now -- and straddled his bike, not turning the key in the ignition just yet.
He'd have to find a place to live, eventually, but for now he just sat there, looking down the road at the village before him.
It had been years since he'd found a place where he felt like he could really settle down.
He had to admit, it was a nice feeling.
[OOC: Open like an open thing! Expect bouts of SP from me until 5:30 EST, but open for meeting/traumatizing the new guy, oh yes.]