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capeandcowllogs2012-12-25 11:19 am
hypnosymphony) wrote in capeandcowllogs2012-12-25 11:19 am
silent night, holy night
WHO: Isaac and any impromptu visitors he might get who know who he lives and are up at ungodly hours of the morning /MEANINGFUL COUGH
WHERE: some MAC apartment belonging to some fail villain
WHEN: midnight on christmas eve and going into the morning
WARNINGS: DORKS I GUESS nothin much
SUMMARY: Unhealthy sleeping habits result in Isaac being well and truly up to greet any visitors.
FORMAT: I'LL MATCH YOU
He's been sleeping well, these last few days; he's been busy picking and wrapping gifts (with no uncertain amount of effort put into less legal endeavors to find suitable gifts for some of his acquaintances), not to mention shopping. He'd made a half-hearted effort to clean his apartment, at least, but he wasn't expecting any visitors and he was perfectly content not to host or attend any parties (having at least seventeen years of experience had tired him out somewhat).
Tonight, though, he's getting back onto his work, and so the passing of Christmas Eve into the early hours of Christmas Day finds him busily penciling in notes for yet another blueprint of something or other with utter disregard for the time.
WHERE: some MAC apartment belonging to some fail villain
WHEN: midnight on christmas eve and going into the morning
WARNINGS: DORKS I GUESS nothin much
SUMMARY: Unhealthy sleeping habits result in Isaac being well and truly up to greet any visitors.
FORMAT: I'LL MATCH YOU
He's been sleeping well, these last few days; he's been busy picking and wrapping gifts (with no uncertain amount of effort put into less legal endeavors to find suitable gifts for some of his acquaintances), not to mention shopping. He'd made a half-hearted effort to clean his apartment, at least, but he wasn't expecting any visitors and he was perfectly content not to host or attend any parties (having at least seventeen years of experience had tired him out somewhat).
Tonight, though, he's getting back onto his work, and so the passing of Christmas Eve into the early hours of Christmas Day finds him busily penciling in notes for yet another blueprint of something or other with utter disregard for the time.