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

The Inn

[demonic_divinity]

Vergil knew better than to bring attention to himself, usually anyway. He's had a bad week to say the least. Taking down a demonic lord and avenging his birth parents, had been a highlight but everything else was just the universe pissing in his cereal. He had no gloves here to hide his prints, no hats to hide his hair, hell no product to make himself look at least well kept.

Vergil was still looking over the book when the rough looking man made his way in. His blue eyes tracked him. Something about the man screamed dangerous, and that in itself made that ache in his chest start to throb. The kind of dangerous that rolled off his Judas of a brother, and yet without a thought he pushed himself up, leaving the book behind as he made his way over.

It's a new world, why not take a chance.

"Good morning." He started, figuring he should wait to see how the man reacted before saying more.

Around (Outside the Jail)

[thekittenqueen]

It was Gilbert who sensed him first. That animal magnetism had charmed her dog long ago, and as they had seen, Logan had a talent for making friends with the wild life. He bolted from the field, leaving Margaery to watch the livestock as he chased after the grumpy Northerner. Given how simple it was for others to come and go, it was no longer a surprise to see familiar faces returned...or others disappearing from their beds.

She wrapped her shawl around her shoulders as she took a few steps towards Logan and her dog. Giving a low whistle, she called Gilbert back to her and commanded him back to the fields, to follow and chase the livestock as he enjoyed.

"You are back."

fountain!

[cleptes]

Bela had taken it upon herself to volunteer at the fountain today for two reasons. Firstly, to show that she could contribute and secondly, it gave her something to do. Simple enough to grab a few towels to help the new arrival dry off and welcome them to their new home. She's hoping that there won't be any hostility, but Bela hasn't come unarmed. Aside from essential supplies, she brought a heavy stick and a kitchen knife; hopefully it would be sufficient.

Soon enough, someone emerges from the fountain and Bela hangs back from her vantage point, waiting to see if they needed any help.

Well, it looked like he didn't.

She does take a few cautionary steps towards the man with a towel tucked beneath her right arm and her other arm raised in a non-threatening manner. Nice and easy. No sudden movements.

"Hey," Bela calls softly out to the man before stopping a comfortable distance away from him. "I've got a towel you can use."