Will Stutely (sly_stutely) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2020-09-28 18:32:00 |
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Entry tags: | friar tuck, will stutely |
WHO Will Stutely and Friar Tuck
WHEN Monday evening
WHERE The parsonage
WHAT Drinks and talk of long-lost sons
WARNINGS TBA
After reading the update on Tuck's sons, Will had promptly dashed off a message and then pushed himself up off the couch to hunt down his jacket and wallet. Twenty minutes and one brief detour later, he was on the doorstep of the parsonage with a six pack of beers. It was good news, of course. Not the news they wanted to hear, but it was progress. Marian had got a PI onto it and Clio was making some calls. And Will couldn't say what kind of chance they had of finding anything because anything involving technology still seemed suspiciously like magic to him and he had no idea what was or wasn't possible with the internet, but he knew he'd never bet against Marian and Clio. But god, if it was him, the waiting alone would be slowly killing him. He hoped Tuck was doing alright. If not, well, that's what the beer was for. He knocked. |