Just a little sandbox, for when the City is out of

sobbing thank you snapples

Thu, 28 Jul 2011 22:39:38 GMT

WHO: Not!Soundwave and everyone who wants to slam into him.
WHERE: Wavehaus
WHEN: Anytime during the week after Shockwave dragged him home (i.e. since Monday)
WARNINGS: Shrug
SUMMARY: This is not even an official log yet I AM WAY TOO LAZY TO WRITE THIS PART
FORMAT: Words with optional braket accessories.
OTHER[!!!]: I am intentionally forgoing the use of icons proper here so that everybody can play even if they only have little set-up-in-five-minutes podunk accounts (like mine), although you can use 'em if you want to. Prettyfication will happen when this log gets reposted somewhere official-like :|d

If there was some small measure of comfort that could be gleaned from all this, it was that there was something oddly nostalgic about having a concussion.

He'd only achieved awareness in fits and starts at first, during the flight, just enough to demand to Shockwave that there be no hospitals and no healers. Even the experience of arriving at the man's apartment had been scattered and confusing, and apart from the somewhat surreal first impression of meeting Shockwave's roommate and their... pets... the only thing that he remembered clearly was that he'd fallen asleep on the very first bed-like surface that had been presented to him. Deep, real, human sleep.

Apparently he'd slept for a good long while, because by the time he awoke the sun was up, his head had been bandaged, and his mind was a great deal clearer. Granted, that only left him at best where he'd been immediately after being re-imPorted, and that was a mess that would take much more than a bandage and a nap to fix.

That... that was going to take a lot of very careful thought; and, for now, some distance between himself and his friends. And in that light, he hoped he'd be allowed to stay here. Shockwave may not know it, but he occupied for him a relatively comfortable sphere between an acquaintance and stranger, and as for Shockwave's friendship with Kiryu... well, if it came to that, Kiryu did strike him a man who could keep a secret. Besides, he wasn't exactly keen on the idea of trying to thrust out on his own in this city while still recovering from a minor traumatic brain injury.

So, for now, he would stay.

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Thu, 28 Jul 2011 21:57:18 GMT

Quite A Storm Were Weathering At Present For The Main Network To Be Knocked Offline
I Suppose Were Lucky To Have Been Granted Access To This Alternative
But I Expect Everyones Been Keeping Busy In Their Own Ways
How Have You Made Use Of The Downtime If I Might Inquire

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Thu, 28 Jul 2011 20:46:04 GMT

WHO: Sirius Black and YOU!
WHERE: ALL OVER THE PLACE
WHEN: Any day this week
WARNINGS: Sirius
SUMMARY: Sirius flies around the city
FORMAT: ANY

Just because Sirius didn't have a day job didn't mean that he sat around idly. He'd moved his workshop to a new location, and had several projects going on at once to keep himself occupied. The project that concerned him most today was refining the broom that he and his friends had been working on for the past year / since he was 15, depending on how you looked at it.

...He tried not to look at it too close, it made his thoughts go crosseyed.

Having tried something different with the varnish on this one, he's decided to take it out for a spin, and will do over the course of the week as he tweaks this and adjusts that. And really, there are worse things to do than just fly around the city, seeing the sites and meeting people. All in all, it's been a rewarding enterprise.

Or it was, until something went a bit wrong, and a strong updraft sent him tumbling head over heels in mid-air!

((OOC: I...don't know how to do cut text. o_o

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