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Tweak says, "CAPTAIN ASTRO & GALAXY LAD!"

Nathan Explosion (blackestblack) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-27 00:12:00

Who: Nathan Explosion and Skwisgaar the Elder.
What: Escaping Florida.
Where: Out and about in London, MiniMordhaus.
When: Right after Nathan gets here.
Warnings: Swearing and possible violence.

Nathan was appalled to find that the person he'd replaced (which was weird enough in and of itself to think about) didn't own a single pair of shoes. He didn't really want to wear loafers, but it was either that or go barefoot.

Creeping down the stairs, he saw the woman he was allegedly married to watching a game show on the television while a toddler gnawed on the coffee table. He tried to tiptoe around to get his wallet and car keys, but unfortunately for him, the wife had excellent hearing.

"Where do you think you're going?"

"Uh. I need to buy. Y'know... a present for you." He winced and hoped the explanation was sufficient to get him out of the house. Apparently it was, as the wife brooked no further protest, and Nathan was free to go to the garage.

To find a minivan.

He idly prayed that he wouldn't get any kid germs as he got in the van and gunned it away from the house. The portkey thing wasn't that far away, and even though the whole thing sounded kind of dubious, he parked the minivan and went to touch it. In moments, he was in London, spluttering and feeling a little dizzy.

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goodbettermetal
2008-06-27 12:33 pm UTC (link)

"Uh. Dat's a vury good question." He looked around, before huffing a sigh, rolling his eyes and walking up to the bar - where he bought a pack of cigarettes. Lucky for him, they sold them.

He tossed the pack to Nathan, before walking out and squinting at the failing sunset that was straight in his eyes, before pulling out sunglasses and putting them on. "I hates the suns." He grumbled. He called the roadies then, and barked at them to pick them up at the pub, giving the name and approximate location in relation to the closest portkey.

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	blackestblack 2008-06-27 12:37 pm UTC (link)
	Nathan caught the cigarettes and started palming them against his hand to pack them. He didn't like the sun either, but he didn't have any sunglasses. He just squinted his eyes to tiny points, looking to see if Skwisgaar had a lighter. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

goodbettermetal
2008-06-27 09:40 pm UTC (link)

Luckily, the guitarist did, and he offered it to Nathan. "I guessings we gunna has to start on priorities right away. I gunna gets a wants ad out for a healings person. NO doctors, I won'ts listen at dems. And after we is gets a full staffs, we can finallies starts a real sort of workings."

The pampered prince of Metal wouldn't settle for less than historic staffing and the most brutal of all bodyguards. He figured the beefy vocalist wouldn't argue the point, since neither of them knew how to go without the luxuries of the rich.

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	blackestblack 2008-06-28 02:31 am UTC (link)
	Nathan lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply and exhaling contentedly. "Yeah. I mean, I drink for the band. My vocals don't just happen." He stretched out his legs, hoping that one of the roadies would have some nail polish ready for him. He wondered what not having a full staff meant, and hoped that he wouldn't have to sanitize his own mics. That wouldn't fly. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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