Hank McCoy in the rafters

[no_more_hiding]

 A hour or so ago, Hank excused himself from Jack so that he could write down his experiences and make a few notes for modifications to the instruments of the Blackbird. A waitrat had come over to see if he had wanted anything and since he had just successfully completed his first mission, Hank ordered a beer as that's what men do right? The rat had looked at him for a moment longer than was polite before scurrying off to confer with Bar, eventually returning with a tall pilsner glass.

Now there is a young mutant in the rafters, barefoot and swinging along to Del Shannon's Runaway, which is playing form the jukebox. In fact, the narrator would like to apologize to any who do not like early 60s music as, baring mechanical failure, that's what's going to be playing for the next hour.

[OOC: Warnings of unannounced slowtimes.]

(no subject)

[againsttherules]

Jack's been, well, around. Mostly upstairs in a room, having days skip by without him noticing, or else out back, training and doing target practice.

One morning though, he wanders into the bar fully armed again. After a conversation he had some days (or was it weeks) ago, with Hank, the two of them meet up and head for the door, Jack's door.


[OOM: Welcome back to Desert Storm TV, last time, a soldier went MIA. Or, at least, seemed to.

This is the story of his miraculous escape.]

Those patrons who were outside at the right time (some point a couple of hours after Jack and Hank left), may well have seen the 747 trundle through the grounds for a short while, before it slipped underground through some entrance, to the garage.

In the garage, the plane trundles to a stop. Those people who are there, may observe the doors being opened and closed, before the engines finally stop. Then two young men, the elder of whom is armed, open up one of the doors and begin looking for the exit. A bit of help might be nice.

In any case, eventually, they find the elevator up to the main bar area, at which point, they go their separate ways.

Where Hank goes, this particular narration isn't quite sure, but Jack heads to the bar, whereupon, a pint of Bitter appears in front of him.

"You read my mind," he says with a small smile.

[OOC: Outside reactions are welcome, otherwise catch the two of them in the garage (though, it's possible only one will react) or Jack at the bar.]

(no subject)

[ellectrical]

[OOM: ... and sometimes people do not notice. Until later.]

(afterward)

[scarred_grin]

[OOM: Mutually-assured destruction. In which Skaði and Loki settle their differences the old-fashioned way, with violence. Again. But this time it's different.]

He's more subdued than usual when he returns to the bar; scruffier, too, and carrying his shirt instead of wearing it. That was a mess and a half, but you know, he'll take it as a victory--now, there's nothing to do but sit back and wait.

Well...and eat. And drink. And eat some more. Maybe lounge by the fire, maybe have a nap. He's earned a little rest.

So up to the bar he goes, in search of a good meal and a strong drink. Botherable, if you don't mind him talking with his mouth full.

[and there's your unlocking. this post open all weekendish, plot thing open until everybody who wants to do it gets a chance. time is bendy like that]