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Wolverine ([info]clawed_one) wrote in [info]vas_captio_rpg,
@ 2009-05-04 18:16:00

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Entry tags:!dropped, !incomplete, day 06, kaylee frye, location: theatre, logan, shannon rutherford

Day 6: Afternoon
Who: Kaylee, Shannon, & Wolverine
What: Meet and greet
When: Afternoon
Where: Theater
Rating: TBA
Status: Active



After a very pleasant morning spent in Kaylee's company, and a quick break to actually bother finding clothes, getting themselves ready for the day (albeit a few hours late), and a few quick entries in his journal (had to give Rorschach hell, after all), Logan somewhat reluctantly got ready to leave.

"I'm heading over to the theater, Kaylee. Told Shannon I'd meet her over there to chat in person."



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[info]ballerinadreams
2009-05-06 09:16 pm UTC (link)
Shannon smirked a little at Kaylee and winked to let the other woman know she got the message and expected her to follow through on that promise. "That does make me feel a little better," she agreed. "Although, it was in my world...just not where I lived. The climate was too hot for it," she explained, absently balling some of the snow up in her hands.

Her eyes moved back to Logan and a mischievous grin crossed her lips. "Like a snowball fight you mean?" she asked, packing more snow against the tiny ball between her hands without looking down at it. "How would one start off something like that?" Hell, she could fucking use a laugh, anyway. Especially at both of their expenses since they'd gotten laid, clearly, and she hadn't.

She looked over at Kaylee and gave a slight cock of her eyebrows as if asking Kaylee to dare her to pelt Logan with the wimpy ball of snow she'd managed to make. Her hands were already red, wet, and cold as hell from holding it. If she didn't throw it at him, she'd just put it down, anyway. Might as well have a little more fun with it, though, she thought.

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[info]clawed_one
2009-05-06 09:19 pm UTC (link)
Logan shook his head. "Two of you'd flip out in the Canadian Rockies mid-winter. Snow up to here, some places." He motions to the bottom of his rib cage. "At any rate ..." He stopped. He'd been about to suggest moving inside, but the question and the ball of snow Shannon was holding stopped him.

"All you gotta do is throw that, doll. Just be ready to get it returned."

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[info]sweetredfruit
2009-05-06 09:31 pm UTC (link)
Ah, the mysterious and silent communication that occurred between two females of relatively the same age. It was not just twins who could do it.

"Sounds like one of the ice planets," Kaylee mused at Logan's comments about Rocky Canadians. Sure, she could have shaken her head at Shannon, told her that pelting the swai man with incredible stamina would not be the best plan. But, hey, where was the fun in that? She was reminded of a time when they had actually finished a job and ended up having a snow fight for absolutely no reason.

Even in hell, there could be snowfights.

With a grin, Kaylee shot the blonde a look that said, "Do it!"

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