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capeandcowllogs2011-08-09 08:46 pm
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OPEN LOG;
WHO:
traptinacoffin and you i guess idk
WHERE: A PUB somewhere
WHEN: at some time. 5pm-
WARNINGS: douchebagery. hotsauce. possible big words.
SUMMARY: Adam hasn't ventured out into the City much. Mostly because he's a weenie. So come fraternize with him in and around the local...bar.
FORMAT: words or gtfo
[Adam had tired of this place not soon after arriving, though he still wasn't privy to all of its ins and outs. It was certainly intriguing enough, he supposed, it merely left him little to do. It plunged itself into enough chaos without any help from him, and while it was almost refreshing to step back and merely watch the trainwreck occur--he was bored. And as always boredom led to far too much thinking. Thinking back on 400 years left far too much vulnerability, and an expanse of memories best left in the past.
He supposed that was how he ended pup in this bar, ordering appletinis and quietly watching the patrons from the corner of the room. While he couldn't actually get drunk, the alcohol was cathartic in a way. The briefest burn before his throat healed itself, and it was close enough; he could be satisfied with that much. For a man with such grandiose plans, he really could be satisfied with very little. Though extravagant to some, his demands from his own life seemed merely commonplace.
In truth, he was hoping for a few business ventures while here in the City, if only to fuel other projects. Though he wasn't sure whether or not to keep with his original goals of extinguishing New York. This wasn't even New York, let alone the one he had left behind. He wasn't even certain this dimension deserved the same fate. He took a sip and swirled his drink, leaning back against the counter. How could this place be so interesting and then, not at all. It was exhausting to Adam, even to think of it.
There was the less pressing matter, of course, to discover his eleventh wife. He had never married someone before with powers; who could truly understand, perhaps. He wondered if it would somehow change things. Here abilities were not gifted genetically, but given freely to all arrivals. It was as curious to Adam as it was offensive. These people were undeserving, but to exterminate them for that was petty. It wasn't their fault, after all. And he had no way of knowing if the virus 138 would or could destroy such a race, even if he could find someone to replicate it.
In summation, Adam was tired, and uncharacteristically directionless. He watched the Network but responded to very little. So much of it was meaningless to him. The thinning of the riots had allowed him passage into the streets and he had beelined for here, wanting to feel a part of something though he was still very much an outsider.]
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WHERE: A PUB somewhere
WHEN: at some time. 5pm-
WARNINGS: douchebagery. hotsauce. possible big words.
SUMMARY: Adam hasn't ventured out into the City much. Mostly because he's a weenie. So come fraternize with him in and around the local...bar.
FORMAT: words or gtfo
[Adam had tired of this place not soon after arriving, though he still wasn't privy to all of its ins and outs. It was certainly intriguing enough, he supposed, it merely left him little to do. It plunged itself into enough chaos without any help from him, and while it was almost refreshing to step back and merely watch the trainwreck occur--he was bored. And as always boredom led to far too much thinking. Thinking back on 400 years left far too much vulnerability, and an expanse of memories best left in the past.
He supposed that was how he ended pup in this bar, ordering appletinis and quietly watching the patrons from the corner of the room. While he couldn't actually get drunk, the alcohol was cathartic in a way. The briefest burn before his throat healed itself, and it was close enough; he could be satisfied with that much. For a man with such grandiose plans, he really could be satisfied with very little. Though extravagant to some, his demands from his own life seemed merely commonplace.
In truth, he was hoping for a few business ventures while here in the City, if only to fuel other projects. Though he wasn't sure whether or not to keep with his original goals of extinguishing New York. This wasn't even New York, let alone the one he had left behind. He wasn't even certain this dimension deserved the same fate. He took a sip and swirled his drink, leaning back against the counter. How could this place be so interesting and then, not at all. It was exhausting to Adam, even to think of it.
There was the less pressing matter, of course, to discover his eleventh wife. He had never married someone before with powers; who could truly understand, perhaps. He wondered if it would somehow change things. Here abilities were not gifted genetically, but given freely to all arrivals. It was as curious to Adam as it was offensive. These people were undeserving, but to exterminate them for that was petty. It wasn't their fault, after all. And he had no way of knowing if the virus 138 would or could destroy such a race, even if he could find someone to replicate it.
In summation, Adam was tired, and uncharacteristically directionless. He watched the Network but responded to very little. So much of it was meaningless to him. The thinning of the riots had allowed him passage into the streets and he had beelined for here, wanting to feel a part of something though he was still very much an outsider.]