Lee Jordan (riverlee) wrote in changedrpg, @ 2011-12-17 01:20:00 |
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Entry tags: | !date: 1997 - december, !de, lee jordan, malcolm macnair, mercy macnair |
Who: Lee Jordan, Mercy Macnair, Malcolm Macnair
When: Sunday morning, two days after the broadcast.
Where: Lee's flat.
What: Someone heard the broadcast, and knows who was hosting, Lee gets added to the Undesirables list and gets a visit.
Rating: TBD, but likely some violence.
Open/Closed: Closed
Lee was ready to sleep for at least ten hours. He'd been up to do the show, and had ended up staying up more or less all night to try to tweak the charms, and then headed straight in to work, and ended up working two straight shifts because he needed the money. By Sunday he'd caught about three hours sleep, and even though he COULD have stayed another shift to stand in for someone who didn't show up, he said no. He was exhausted, needed a shower, and really, really hated his boss, who'd sent him back to fetch new cups of coffee about six times, because he kept insisting it was bitter. (It wasn't, Lee had sipped it to check. And considered spitting in it.)
The one good side of Adrielle moving out was having more hot water in the shared bathroom, Lee had decided. He didn't think it made up for losing out on any possibility of getting to help her battle rats in her nightie, though. It meant his flat, with its paper-thin walls was a little quieter though, too. Most of his building was muggles, and Lee had taken to apparating in at the end of the street and then walking up to the building. He stopped to pick up some cheap, greasy burgers on the way, gnawing his way through one as he made his way up the five flights of stairs to his flat.
Lee rarely bothered locking the door, since it could be broken open with a credit card, or by a particularly motivated toddler, anyway. It wasn't entirely unusual for him to walk in and find the dotty old woman from down the hall in there, looking for one of her cats. But walking in to the dingy little studio to find two people standing there. He recognized them quickly enough to know that they really shouldn't be in his bloody flat. He was surprised they didn't have some kind of plastic wrap around them so they didn't touch anything. "Something I can do for you?" he asked warily, trying to set the burgers on the rickety dresser so he could grab for his wand easier.