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capeandcowllogs2012-05-27 10:27 pm
futurebatwoman) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-05-27 10:27 pm
think of what you're saying
WHO: Max Gibson (sometimes as Batwoman) and whoever else makes an appearance
WHERE: City Hall, the streets at night, her apartment, wildcard option
WHEN: May 24th-31st
WARNINGS: none atm
SUMMARY: Max is breaking into song at City Hall, packing up her apartment, patrolling, etc.
FORMAT: will match whatever
May 25th (or 24th or 28th-31st), daytime
Work was going pretty well. Unexpectedly well, if she was being honest. Yeah, Nygma was demanding and difficult, and Andy had disappeared just as she'd started getting some ideas, and half the time she still wasn't entirely certain what on earth she was doing here or why anyone had thought she was the right person for this job in particular. But she was, she thought, making some progress. Paperwork was starting to make sense now, instead of her instinctual reaction being to set it on fire. Today, however. Today was not good.
If there was a list of things she absolutely definitely should not do so that she could retain some semblance of dignity in this job for longer than two weeks - well.
Breaking out into song in the middle of the afternoon was at the top of that hypothetical list.
Not even the Beatles. Not even the somewhat appropriate to her current work 'We Can Work It Out'. She froze in the middle of the hallway as the last notes dwindled away, her mysterious back up crooners blinking as they looked around in confusion. Oh no. Oh no.
May 24-31st, nighttime
Patrolling was a constant. (Half a year now. Weird feeling.) She tried to be on the streets by eleven, and generally stayed there until around two or three, whenever things started slowing down. It meant that she was never awake more than half an hour before she needed to be at work and she generally slept for an hour or two when she got back in the evening, but she could live with that. (Another thing to explain to Midii somehow.)
She might not be the most qualified Bat, but she was doing a good job.
May 26th-27th, daytime
The move was coming up fast. Faster than she'd expected, actually, and she woke up on Saturday, looked at her mess of an apartment with its tools and broken half-fixed machines and clothes scattered everywhere and sighed.
So, packing.
She would probably need to spend all her free time this weekend on it. She sure wasn't going to get any of it done during the week, between Work and Other Work and checking on Midii and Research.
Maybe she'd order pizza and stick on some really stupid movies and see if she could blitz her way through most of it.
[ ooc: Stick a date/time/place in the header or comment. City Hall is open to any workday during the timespan, not just after/while she's struck by the singing bug. Also I lied, there is no wildcard option. Unless you really want one in which case ... there is I guess? ]
WHERE: City Hall, the streets at night, her apartment, wildcard option
WHEN: May 24th-31st
WARNINGS: none atm
SUMMARY: Max is breaking into song at City Hall, packing up her apartment, patrolling, etc.
FORMAT: will match whatever
May 25th (or 24th or 28th-31st), daytime
Work was going pretty well. Unexpectedly well, if she was being honest. Yeah, Nygma was demanding and difficult, and Andy had disappeared just as she'd started getting some ideas, and half the time she still wasn't entirely certain what on earth she was doing here or why anyone had thought she was the right person for this job in particular. But she was, she thought, making some progress. Paperwork was starting to make sense now, instead of her instinctual reaction being to set it on fire. Today, however. Today was not good.
If there was a list of things she absolutely definitely should not do so that she could retain some semblance of dignity in this job for longer than two weeks - well.
Breaking out into song in the middle of the afternoon was at the top of that hypothetical list.
Not even the Beatles. Not even the somewhat appropriate to her current work 'We Can Work It Out'. She froze in the middle of the hallway as the last notes dwindled away, her mysterious back up crooners blinking as they looked around in confusion. Oh no. Oh no.
May 24-31st, nighttime
Patrolling was a constant. (Half a year now. Weird feeling.) She tried to be on the streets by eleven, and generally stayed there until around two or three, whenever things started slowing down. It meant that she was never awake more than half an hour before she needed to be at work and she generally slept for an hour or two when she got back in the evening, but she could live with that. (Another thing to explain to Midii somehow.)
She might not be the most qualified Bat, but she was doing a good job.
May 26th-27th, daytime
The move was coming up fast. Faster than she'd expected, actually, and she woke up on Saturday, looked at her mess of an apartment with its tools and broken half-fixed machines and clothes scattered everywhere and sighed.
So, packing.
She would probably need to spend all her free time this weekend on it. She sure wasn't going to get any of it done during the week, between Work and Other Work and checking on Midii and Research.
Maybe she'd order pizza and stick on some really stupid movies and see if she could blitz her way through most of it.
[ ooc: Stick a date/time/place in the header or comment. City Hall is open to any workday during the timespan, not just after/while she's struck by the singing bug. Also I lied, there is no wildcard option. Unless you really want one in which case ... there is I guess? ]
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Come on, it looks awesome on rooftops at night.
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