First Floor Lobby - Thursday night

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye had settled in well over the past few days. He had his affairs in order (both in the business and physical sense) and was now a full-time resident of Fandom. The boredom was beginning to set in though. He had ideas, but they would have to wait until he found someone to rope into being his lackey. For now, he was content to sit in the first floor lobby with a copy of the Crabapple Cove Courier on his lap and a notepad and pen ready to write a letter to his Dad.

Unfortunately though, he had nothing interesting to say yet.


[OOC: Open for interaction. Feel free to come and meet your new Vice Principal.]

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[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it will. And if nothing else, I can find the nearest bar. Bars are the same all around the world, and all the way through time apparently. You can walk into one and know you're at home almost instantly. It's a comfort to know that wherever, whenever you go, there's a little bit of home right down the street."

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"The nearest bar?" Tick asked. "That would either be Spike's Pub, which is a regular bar, or Caritas, which is a karaoke bar and lounge. Both good places. Caritas makes an especially good root beer float," Tick said, nodding.

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

"Excellent. Variety is the spice of life, after all."

[bugofjustice.livejournal.com]

"Well, I should be going, chum!" Tick leaned over and tried to whisper so Lockheed couldn't hear. "I'm going to see if I can't get rid of that duck plaque. It's starting to smell."

"Well, have a good evening, sir! I look forward to working with you!"

[drywitmartini.livejournal.com]

Hawkeye waved. "Tata!"