Doors Logs

Who: Harry & MJ
What: Playing hooky during a school field trip.
Where: Around New York City.
When: Recently? Lets say the afternoon of the day that the Osborns are having their dinner with Gwen to keep things current? Whatever works.
Warnings: None. Cuteness.

( She continued to move forward as he did, slow deliberate steps that made sure she wasn’t too far out of his reach. Maybe she wanted to stay close to him, too. )

Who: Harry & Gwen
What: Breaking into the science museum at night, Harry steals 40 k worth of his dad's vintage champagne, oops.
Where: Science museum.
When: Tonight, let's say. To be current.
Warnings: Uh oh. Lines have been crossed.

( Tell me what makes Mary Jane so amazing? )

Who: Dylan & Ainslie.
What: First meetings in which Ain teaches dancing and Dylan plays the charming guy not spying on her at all.
Where: Ain's dance studio.
When: Recently, of course.
Warnings: None!

( Her abuela had always thought her too flighty for the work, too kind for the ruthlessness their life required, and she had no training in reading this hombre in front of her. She believed him... )

Who: Dylan / Harry Osborn
What: Memories Plot
Where: His apartment.
Things to avoid: Nothing.

Just another morning. One of his first in the city, but Dylan was already buckling down to a day's work. Two laptops were spread out before him on the little kitchen table by the window, and he sucked down his second cup of Folgers coffee with a stifled yawn. Jet lag was a familiar curse, and Dylan stretched his back out against the uncomfortable chair before he set an elbow into the table's edge. On one screen, codes and scrambled numbers scrolled in an endless sea of black and green while he hacked. The other screen boasted emails to and from his superiors. He took another sip, wincing against the strange wave of dizziness, but suspecting nothing.