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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]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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