Doors Logs

Who: Ian / Stannis
What: Memories Plot.
Where: LVPD headquarters.
Things to avoid: Nooothing.

Paperwork was normally an accepted part of his job, but today, it became the bane of his existence. He simply didn't have the attention span necessary to focus, and his concentration waned, circling back to Meredith, to how she was doing, to whether or not he should have remained home with her to ensure that she was alright. Yet there were other things that needed his attention; murders, new evidence, investigations which had been directed to him in the hopes that his tireless determination would bring results. Ian leaned back in his chair and rubbed his temples with a sigh, glancing at the hours-old cup of coffee placed on the corner of his desk. He took an experimental sip and grimaced, rising from his seat to get a fresh cup. A momentary distraction, at least. He made it to the coffee machine before the dizziness hit, and he leaned against the table with a deep, careful inhale, shrugging off a concerned patrol officer who asked if he was alright. Yes, of course he was. He just needed a moment, that was all.

Who: Loren, Meredith, and later, Ian.
What: The roommates play happy household
Where: Loren's apartment
When: Recently
Warnings/Rating: Some violence

( There were equal elements of fear and rage brewing, and part of him hoped she was holding a bookclub meeting with that desert dwelling son of a bitch in his living room right now. Oh, but the knock was cool and polite. Gentle even, tap tap tap. Honey, I'm home. )

Who: Stannis + Ned + Robb
What: Very Important Discussions.
Where: Storm's End.
When: Now?
Warnings/Rating: TBD. Probably not much.

( He had no lust for power, no particular desire to rule over the masses; but it was his duty, as Robert's eldest living sibling, to rule in his stead )