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sociallychallenged) wrote2019-12-02 05:59 pm
sociallychallenged) wrote2019-12-02 05:59 pm
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WHO: Hank Anderson | Magneto | OTA
WHAT: Finding out people are gone in the worst way. | Telling Erik what's going on. | TBA
WHERE: Dorm Complex | Rick's Bar | Misc
WHEN: Various
WARNINGS: Probably some discussion of creepyness
1.) I Can't Believe it's Not Butter - OTA
David hasn't spoken to him in a while. Neither has Heather. Both good people that he wanted on his side. Yeah, sure, they're kids that have seen too damn much. But they're all kids here, and yeah, he's accepted that they all have to fight. It's all they can do.
He goes to check on them, knocking on Heather's door with Maggie fresh on his heels the whole way. He'd intended on taking her out.
When the door opens, Heather's room is half packed, in that particular way like she's going to be moving out into more permanent quarters. Something Hank hadn't expected her to do, ever, considering the situation with her father. In fact, that seems fucking impossible. Maggie growls in the back of her throat. The same sort of growl she'd used at the fake Hank, at the fake Thane. She's at attention, eyes fixed on Heather.
Hank just reminds her of the box he put downstairs, recommends she donate any excess stuff before the holidays, and fucking gets out of there. When Hank passes in front of David's door, Maggie reacts the same way. A thunderous growl, artificial fur bristling, her face twisting into a jagged snarl.
He leaves quickly. He's got some notes to write. Anyone who runs into him will find him rushing through the hall, his canindroid Doberman at his heels.
2.) Drink Responsibly - Closed to Erik
Hank makes his way to Rick's. Supposedly it takes a year. It's been less than a year, and the clones are pretty much getting done. Heather and David both have been here as long as he has. And, well, if Erik's still around and still himself, he's fuckin' bringing Maggie.
She doesn't growl at everyone, obviously, but now he's starting to notice it when she's out with Hank and Connor, she's reluctant to leave their sides. She's friendlier with newer people. Maybe she's always known, and he just thought she was especially picky about who she'd pay attention to. Maybe the reason she came to him quickly when he sought out a dog to adopt was that he smelled better that anyone else to her.
Fuck if he knows. But he takes in his realistic robo-dog whether she's allowed or Rick is around or not. He picks an hour midday that he hopes is dead, full of lunch lag and before dinner rush in the middle of the week, and goes up to the bar, waiting for Erik's attention.
His gut is roiling up at this point. He's gotta keep working on it, though. He can't give up on it as hopeless.
3.) Wildcard - OTA
Any other threads this month? Just jam those bastards in here.
WHAT: Finding out people are gone in the worst way. | Telling Erik what's going on. | TBA
WHERE: Dorm Complex | Rick's Bar | Misc
WHEN: Various
WARNINGS: Probably some discussion of creepyness
He goes to check on them, knocking on Heather's door with Maggie fresh on his heels the whole way. He'd intended on taking her out.
When the door opens, Heather's room is half packed, in that particular way like she's going to be moving out into more permanent quarters. Something Hank hadn't expected her to do, ever, considering the situation with her father. In fact, that seems fucking impossible. Maggie growls in the back of her throat. The same sort of growl she'd used at the fake Hank, at the fake Thane. She's at attention, eyes fixed on Heather.
Hank just reminds her of the box he put downstairs, recommends she donate any excess stuff before the holidays, and fucking gets out of there. When Hank passes in front of David's door, Maggie reacts the same way. A thunderous growl, artificial fur bristling, her face twisting into a jagged snarl.
He leaves quickly. He's got some notes to write. Anyone who runs into him will find him rushing through the hall, his canindroid Doberman at his heels.
She doesn't growl at everyone, obviously, but now he's starting to notice it when she's out with Hank and Connor, she's reluctant to leave their sides. She's friendlier with newer people. Maybe she's always known, and he just thought she was especially picky about who she'd pay attention to. Maybe the reason she came to him quickly when he sought out a dog to adopt was that he smelled better that anyone else to her.
Fuck if he knows. But he takes in his realistic robo-dog whether she's allowed or Rick is around or not. He picks an hour midday that he hopes is dead, full of lunch lag and before dinner rush in the middle of the week, and goes up to the bar, waiting for Erik's attention.
His gut is roiling up at this point. He's gotta keep working on it, though. He can't give up on it as hopeless.