huh. so we're doing this again, eh?

[notan_animal]

WHO: Logan Howlett
WHERE: Fountain, House #60, Inn
WHEN: July 9th and 10th
OPEN TO: All
WARNINGS: He's Logan, considered yourselves warned

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Arrival Day; Fountain - One volunteer for fountain, otherwise OTA

In the midst of it happening, Logan felt the feeling of déjà vu; his mind remembering the sensation of water surrounding. But given his very last memories of what had occurred and the whirlwind of anger and pain and confusion of a place and people he shouldn't know but did make his arrival a rather loud one.

He grunts while trying to catch his breath and looks around with a defensive look that conveyed that the man was clearly unpredictable and needed to be approached with caution, though it doesn't take too long for him to finally get on his feet and take a look around with something of familiarity.

Later in the evening, he could be found sitting on the step of his newly claimed house trying to collect his thoughts and figure out the past, present and what was going on in his future. As well as where his last visit to the settlement fit into it all.

Around and at the Inn - OTA

Any kind of rest didn't include much sleep. As always, he woke up after a nightmare, metal claws out and shredded sheets on either side of him. This time, he was letting out a pained holler when they didn't. There was only intense pressure that made both hands ache like they never had before.

So he grabs the white shirt that he'd changed into earlier that day and sets out for a walk, eventually ending up at the inn where he grumbles through making a cup of something and sits down.

He could really use a cigar and a glass of something strong right now.

Comments

np!

[notan_animal]

Logan is definitely disoriented and all it takes is looking at him to know that. That and the intense pressure in his fists and the feeling of being threatened continues as he lets out another grunt before glancing down at one hand.

"Might be able to answer that if I knew where the hell 'here' was." he shoots another look at her, this one incredulous and very grumpy like.

[cleptes]

Not wanting to let his attitude get to her, Bela counts to five in her head before replying.

"Like I said before, people just call this place the village. No one knows exactly where we are, and the ones who brought us here haven’t revealed a name either."

It didn't matter where she was. All Bela wanted was a chance to go home.

"You can be as suspicious as you like but standing there dripping wet isn't going to do you any favours."