Jul. 27th, 2015

adamantiumloner: (crash)
[personal profile] adamantiumloner
As 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.]
cook_the_rude: (xx -- AU vampire -- brooding)
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 [[AU week OOM, finished now: Actual!Vampire Hannibal Lecter wines, dines, pleasures and feeds on Sinric. Warnings for: blood-drinking, explicit if one-sided sex, and the explicit description of the effects of human castration.]]
andinfluencepeople: (gone baby)
[personal profile] andinfluencepeople
After talking with Ellie, Chuck spends some time with a notebook and pencil.

Finally, after much thought, he writes the final draft of his note, folds it over, and labels it 'Herc Hansen'. )

After leaving it at the Bar, he clears his throat, and picks up some microwave meals before heading back to the garage. Now all he's got to worry about is his old man actually coming back in.

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inquisitions_anchor: (Worried)
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The door is haphazardly shoved open by a shoulder, mostly because the shoulder's owner has her hands full of a rather thick tome.

In fact, she's so occupied with her reading that the very tanned red-head doesn't even notice where she is at first. When she does finally look up, it takes her a visible second before it sinks in that she is very much not where she expected to be, the book hits the floor with a thud.

In a flash she pulls the staff off her back and drops into a defensive crouch, but the lack of immediate hostility has her slowly relaxing.

Well, kind of.

After a moment her lips set in a thin line, that and her slight pallor making the scar on her face stand out.

"Jordan?" Evelyn calls out, hesitant but with rising irritation. "If this is your idea of a joke--or Maker forbid an experiment then I swear I will..."

...something. She hasn't quite made up her mind what.
is_the_motion: (scouts)
[personal profile] is_the_motion
So someone pointed out to Bonnie (Gyda) that it's really far too hot to be going around in Scout Hoodies. So with some consultation with Dick, Bonnie has set up in the Scout Hut with a couple of boxes of red and green t-shirts of various sizes.

There are signs from inside the bar directing to the activity.

Attn scouts!
If you would like a free t-shirt to go with your hoodie, come along to the Scout Hut today.
Customisation of shirts encouraged! (Equipment provided)
Bonnie


[ooc: ScoutHub
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