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[betwixting.livejournal.com]

WHO: Owen and Namor the Bum
WHERE: In a run-down bar near the wharf that smells like fish.
WHEN: Before the polymorph plot ends?
WARNINGS: Probably copious use of "shaddup." Drunken men with beards.
SUMMARY: Owen tracks down his amnesiac employer, who grew a beard and smells like fish.
FORMAT: Quicklog.


It smelled of fish -- the air, the very planks of the dock, the people that wandered past in worn, wet clothing. The fishy aroma wandered out of the darkness behind the doors of the pub that Owen stood in front of. The walls of the building were scabbed with old paint, and the neon in the sign was missing two letters, spelling out "ave's Pu." Owen's brows rose, and he glanced at the communicator for confirmation. Unfortunately, this was the place.

Nothing for it. He pushed through the door, eyes straining through the light to find anyone who looked like Namor.

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[fuckaquaman.livejournal.com]

He would be found near the back of the place, nursing a bottle of something hard and dark while the rest of the world went on about him. There was nothing in the room that interested him, and even less that made him want to move from his spot.