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capeandcowllogs2012-02-23 09:00 pm
futurebatwoman) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-02-23 09:00 pm
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if i am lost for a day try to find me
WHO: Max & Apollo
WHERE: Max's apartment at the MAC.
WHEN: sometime after Black Mask's post with Midnighter's comm.
WARNINGS: Language, probably.
SUMMARY: Apollo has come to stage a Max intervention.
FORMAT: Quick...?
[ Her suit needed an overhaul.
That was what she was telling herself, anyways. She'd been methodically cleaning it for a few hours now, ever since she'd woken up after her second nap of the day. That was why she wasn't touching her communicator, which had occasionally gone off with the light noise she'd programmed for posts or responses by people she cared about. After the first few ones, she'd thrown it across the room and then wrapped it in a blanket and stuffed it in the space under the oven.
She would get it out eventually. Probably.
But for now, these wires needed fiddling with. Wires that in no way made her think of Skrulls, or Sherlock, or Midnighter, or labs that smelled of blood. She dug out a spoonful of chocolate icecream and stared at them. There had to be something to fix there. ]
WHERE: Max's apartment at the MAC.
WHEN: sometime after Black Mask's post with Midnighter's comm.
WARNINGS: Language, probably.
SUMMARY: Apollo has come to stage a Max intervention.
FORMAT: Quick...?
[ Her suit needed an overhaul.
That was what she was telling herself, anyways. She'd been methodically cleaning it for a few hours now, ever since she'd woken up after her second nap of the day. That was why she wasn't touching her communicator, which had occasionally gone off with the light noise she'd programmed for posts or responses by people she cared about. After the first few ones, she'd thrown it across the room and then wrapped it in a blanket and stuffed it in the space under the oven.
She would get it out eventually. Probably.
But for now, these wires needed fiddling with. Wires that in no way made her think of Skrulls, or Sherlock, or Midnighter, or labs that smelled of blood. She dug out a spoonful of chocolate icecream and stared at them. There had to be something to fix there. ]