Musings Logs

Who: Kat and Job
What: Cleaning and mothering concerned-ness
When: Saturday Afternoon
Where: Job's Apartment
Warnings: Um...Job?

Who: Job, Max, the Bat and a crazy NPC named Marcus
What: Taking Job hostage
Where: The Seattle Times
When: Let's fuzzy this and say now-ish and recently?
Warnings: None

( All Marcus wanted was to kill the Bat. )

Who: Kat and Job
What: The Morning After
When: Morning after this.
Where: Job’s apartment (Hamartia 103)
Warnings: Job is morally opposed to clothes and makes little sense half the time, and Kat's grasp on 'polite conversation' is a little dubious, but by this point that's not a warning so much as fact. References to "the night before", but nothing graphic or even descriptive other than 'vague but specific and anatomically correct'.

( A bottle of Stoli, and the promise of cooking and a 'cute outfit'. He should have known the end result was inevitable. )

Who: Job, Max, and Aaron
What: Meeting the Newbie
Where: Seattle Times HQ
When: Thursday, 4/21 (Backdated so bad.)
Warnings: Job and Max are potty mouths. Aaron is ridiculously shiny.

( And who knew; maybe the kid, for all his green-ness, really was something special underneath it all. Or at least useful. )

Who: Max and Job
What: Interviews, with less then stellar results.
When: About 10 minutes after this
Where: Virginia Mason hospital
Warnings: Shooters are creepy and people use predictably foul language.

( Killing two birds with one stone, while convenient, can't always be said to be worth the trouble )

Who: Arakkis and Brandon the Bat
What: Why Journalists with big noses and delusions of greatness should really just keep their fingers quiet.
When: Some time after this, but not long after this, and before the article itself goes to print.
Where: Hamartia 103
Warnings: Bats being his normal intimidating self, and Job's foul mouth.

( When one has one's hand full of truth it is not always wise to open it. )

Who: Max Main and Job Arakkis
What: Clash of the (media) Titans. Sort of.
When: Bright and early Monday morning. More like late morning, but it's close enough.
Where: The offices of the Seattle Times
Warnings: Job has a foul mouth (although it's toned down - work, and all), and Max seems to have little problem dishing it right back.

( Handle them carefully, for words have more power than atom bombs )