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Kiryu Kyosuke ✦ 鬼柳京介 ([personal profile] satisfiedsigner) wrote in [community profile] capeandcowllogs2009-07-14 05:04 pm

And here's number two

WHO: Kiryu, Crow, Sho, & Saitou
WHERE: the motel
WHEN: Tues. Jul. 14, late afternoon/early evening
WARNINGS: Uh, probably nothing
SUMMARY: Arriving home from the Japan trip.  And hey, Sho is there now! Yay! Maybe.
FORMAT: whatever

He had to admit, the entire excursion to Japan had been a blast.  It had been...really nice to hear everyone speaking a language he could understand.  he knew most of the customs.  Most people even stopped staring at his hair when he started speaking, or when they saw Saitou.

Besides which, he'd never been outside of Satellite in his own time.  He knew some of what to expect, but definitely not a lot of it.  He probably wouldn't admit it, but he was already planning for another trip sometime in the future.

But...

Japan wasn't home anymore.  And he was really glad to be back here.  Even if it looked more like Satellite than he remembered.

He glanced up as he got out of the taxi.  At least the motel looked to be somewhat safe and sound.  It hadn't fallen over or anything.  That was good enough for him.

[identity profile] birdofsatellite.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
The past couples days for him have been tough. He had to run around, guiding civilians to safety and rescue a couple superheroes. During one of these rescues, he had gotten a little burn and some radiation from Godzilla. If that wasn't enough, his lungs were giving out on him and he finally collapsed after talking with Kiryu.

Right now, he was lying unconscious in one of the rooms. Someone might want to move him onto a bed or something.

[identity profile] the-grimheaper.livejournal.com 2009-07-15 03:00 am (UTC)(link)
Sho was in his bedroom, and the past few days since he arrived had been rather boring. He couldn't really do much with the Godzilla attacks and his aspirations of Composer null here. Right now, he was situated inside his own room, frustrated that his Taboo refinery sigils that he marked on the floor didn't work. He should have known, with no UG in place his sigils were no more then fancy graffiti at best. He mumbled under his breath about the stupidity of it.

He hadn't cared to check on Crow, even if he was in distress at the moment.