Let the past die

"You've got the flexibility of a bloody circus act," Lee comments, watching the entire scene out from a distance. "Didn't know a crime boss needed to ask for permission, aye." While bitterness had subsided somehow, traces of it are very much still present. "It's all yours, darling."

@samburman

In just months, Sam's life has changed for the... better? It's hard to say, the way it all turned upside down. To go from deep in the details at a molecular level to high, high above, Sam wonders if half the job of mafia boss is boredom. His contact is limited, his interactions are limited, his reach is far and yet, he barely extends his reach at all. Lee has it covered. Philippe has it covered. And Sam is in Greece.

"Good point but I think my goal is more of making sure less people come to the hospital," he replied with a smile. That was really the doctors goal, to get his patients healthy. "Well there are stupid people always doing dumb stuff so i think I really picked a job with amazing job security," he added. "I have been good, what about you?".

"Rich people do a lot of random things on purpose," Rahi says, now with enough knowledge by proximity to have it as fact. "I mean— You're rich now. I'm rich now." How's that, for two brown kids from Queens? "But you know what I mean."

A hum of agreement escapes Sam - rich people do bizarre things. They buy crime syndicates, they go to space and get paid to do it. They rush into everything, having only time to really consider the meaning of it all in the aftermath. And they have enough money to have few, if any, regrets.

starter for @samburman

Sam is only so good with faces, which is why it takes him just a second to place the man speaking to him now. So many crowded rooms, so many people day in and day out - it's a wonder he can keep anything straight anymore. But he must, and he does. "Well, that's nice but not exactly good for business." No one in hospitals? No job security. "How've you been, doc?"

closed starter: philippe + sam / @samburman

Sam has always appreciated Philippe. It's not his vibrant personality, not by a long shot, but the quiet, cold logic that he rules his world with. Everything has a place, everything has a reason, nothing is left to chance. Fully clean, all the time. He'd been an obvious choice, the most methodical to take up his mantle. Most of all, Sam appreciates his careful candor through a medium he isn't at all knowledgeable in. "You know, you can speak plainly." He sips his cup of mediocre coffee he had purchased from a cart outside. "I promise not to plate your head." Wouldn't that be an interesting piece of art to commission, though?

That would sound, Rahi thinks, like the consequences of your own actions. With all such recent happenings however, challenging a criminal overlord might not be the best route of action. Even the brightest mind couldn't engineer itself out of that.

"I don't think they would've done it on purpose." In short, he thinks they're all too stupid to be managing this, these people who live in excess. The second question is equally easy, and yet, not at all: "It wasn't a great leap, only a great sum." Sam would shrug through it, but even knowing he could buy it didn't stop him from feeling sick when he counted the zeroes in his head. "Too soon to tell." How is that for honesty, Rahi?

Ava: ok let the record show i think i should kill him

Ava: r u sure u dont want him to die ? i could make it fast

Sam: I want a lot of things, but this one is going to have to stay on the wish list for now

Ava: ok let the record show i think i should kill him

Ava: wdym no war?