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

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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ballerinadreams
2009-05-20 12:30 pm UTC (link)

At least the look on Kaylee's face suggested that Shannon wasn't some sort of a rube for being a little freaked out by seeing a guy extending a metal claw. That made her feel marginally better, if not entirely.

"Well, I left my stuff and if you guys left your stuff..." Shannon said slowly, frowning just slightly. She purposefully did not respond to his apology about freaking her out - acknowledging further that it had scared her to see would only paint her out to be more of a victim than she already seemed to look to everyone and that was decidedly bad. Instead, she just nodded.

Kaylee sat down beside her and she looked over at the other woman briefly out of reflex for having seen the movement in the corner of her eye before she looked back at Logan. "Any suggestions, then...? Since we don't have matches or lighters?"

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clawed_one
2009-05-20 01:51 pm UTC (link)

It only took a few moments for Logan to have sufficient kindling. "I got it handled. Metal against rock strikes sparks." He'd started a fire this way more times than he could count. The right speed and angle, and you had sparks, even when not using flint, though flint was much preferred. Get the spark to hit the kindling, and viola'.

He got to his feet and headed outside, grabbing a rock mostly at random ... the chances there'd be flint around were next to nil. He went back inside and crouched down in front of their makeshift fire platform, then popped a claw again. A couple of swipes, and a spark landed on the kindling. A bit of puffing on that and feeding bits and pieces to it, and they had small fire going.

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