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Who: Anyone and everyone, with any luck.
Where: Merlin's House, a.k.a HQ
What: Leon's bitching.
Rating: PG-13ish (swearing)
Status: Incomplete.
After a long day of rebuilding and re-listing and requesting (oh-so-politely) for new materials and tedious checking of inventories, Leon's last task of the day was to put up an notice in HQ. It was messily written and missing more than one comma, but it basically read: 'Everyone, since more than one of our committee members are off the roster/AWOL I need everyone here and willing to work to sign up so I know who to allocate what jobs to. Leon. P.S. The committee needs to have a meeting too, so please write down when you'd be free.' He pinned it up near the stove and teapot. He filled the kettle and put it on the stove and threw off his jacket.
While he waited for the reassuring whistle he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. He was damn tired, he had thought that things would've gotten a little easier once Radiant Garden had it's name back, but now with the new mystery of the heartless showing up yet again...where were the answers and where was the King? He spent countless hours on the computers, trying to get the defence system working properly again, it seemed to be just attacking anyone in a combat zone, he needed it to just attack the heartless.
His mind tried whirring through a few solutions as he sat down near the fire, frown lines deeply ingrained between his eyebrows. Everything was aching, but he still couldn't go to sleep yet. He decided to give the computer work another couple of hours. His eyelids drooped.
"Dammit. Where's my caffiene?"
OOC:[You don't have to jump into a thread/last comment made (although I don't mind), I prefer to assume that each person has come along at a different time so Leon can chat to each character individually. Feel free to start another string of threads.]
Where: Merlin's House, a.k.a HQ
What: Leon's bitching.
Rating: PG-13ish (swearing)
Status: Incomplete.
After a long day of rebuilding and re-listing and requesting (oh-so-politely) for new materials and tedious checking of inventories, Leon's last task of the day was to put up an notice in HQ. It was messily written and missing more than one comma, but it basically read: 'Everyone, since more than one of our committee members are off the roster/AWOL I need everyone here and willing to work to sign up so I know who to allocate what jobs to. Leon. P.S. The committee needs to have a meeting too, so please write down when you'd be free.' He pinned it up near the stove and teapot. He filled the kettle and put it on the stove and threw off his jacket.
While he waited for the reassuring whistle he pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed heavily. He was damn tired, he had thought that things would've gotten a little easier once Radiant Garden had it's name back, but now with the new mystery of the heartless showing up yet again...where were the answers and where was the King? He spent countless hours on the computers, trying to get the defence system working properly again, it seemed to be just attacking anyone in a combat zone, he needed it to just attack the heartless.
His mind tried whirring through a few solutions as he sat down near the fire, frown lines deeply ingrained between his eyebrows. Everything was aching, but he still couldn't go to sleep yet. He decided to give the computer work another couple of hours. His eyelids drooped.
"Dammit. Where's my caffiene?"
OOC:[You don't have to jump into a thread/last comment made (although I don't mind), I prefer to assume that each person has come along at a different time so Leon can chat to each character individually. Feel free to start another string of threads.]