[Log] Back in the Saddle Who: Gin Charlie, Everyone When: September 12th Where: The Commons What: Gin Charlie is back! Except something about him has changed... Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, open log Open/Closed: Open! Observable: Yes!
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Gin Charlie stepped out of the elevator and onto his floor with some relief. The first place he went? Straight to his office, where he reached out without looking and put his hand on a bottle of booze. He opened it and took a long, hard pull, welcoming the sharp burn and taste of the gin. By the blessed ghosts he'd missed that taste! He stood there, savoring it, and looked around his office. It all seemed to be undisturbed - of course, Molly had been watching it.
Setting his gin down on the desk for the moment. Gin Charlie went to change out of the floppy khaki scrubs he'd been wearing. He fetched his broadsword as well, taking pleasure in the heft of the blade as he attached it to his belt. With the familiar weights of sword and gin in hand, he stepped out of his office. He crossed the short distance to the commons and stood there.
Conversation died abruptly. Of course.
Instead of having the appearance of a man in his mid-fifties, Gin Charlie had been restored to looking closer to early thirties. There was less grey in his hair and many wrinkles were gone. His tattoos were brighter and his body leaner; a man in his fighting prime. He looked around the commons with the same jaundiced eye, then declared:
"Which one of you fuckers broke my flaming drone?"