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Jul. 27th, 2015 11:20 amAs far as exciting entrances go Logan hasn’t (surprisingly) made many. That changes now as the door bursts open and Logan comes flying in, ass over tea kettle. The door slams shut as soon as he’s through, and he makes a crash landing into an unoccupied table and its chairs.
He picks himself up out of the wreckage, clearly ready to go again, but pausing when he notes his surroundings.
The claws retract and he brushes off, muttering a string of curses to himself about assholes and being too old for this shit.
The table itself is a lost cause, but Logan rights one of the chairs and uses it to occupy another table close by, barking an order to the nearest waitrat who scrambles off to fill it.
To hell with it, he's going to have himself a beer and a bite to eat before finishing the bullshit outside of the door.
[ooc: sporadic slow tagging likely. Open until it scrolls.]
He picks himself up out of the wreckage, clearly ready to go again, but pausing when he notes his surroundings.
The claws retract and he brushes off, muttering a string of curses to himself about assholes and being too old for this shit.
The table itself is a lost cause, but Logan rights one of the chairs and uses it to occupy another table close by, barking an order to the nearest waitrat who scrambles off to fill it.
To hell with it, he's going to have himself a beer and a bite to eat before finishing the bullshit outside of the door.
[ooc: sporadic slow tagging likely. Open until it scrolls.]

