Adam Milligan (
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entrancelogs2014-04-13 10:20 pm
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buddy, i could've gone that extra mile
Who: Adam Milligan (
halfwinchester) and Cora Hale (
resent).
Where: Mansion.
When: April 13th.
Rating: PG? Maybe we'll surprise you.
Summary: Thanks to the event, Adam gets the dumb idea to give himself a canine friend and Cora comes along with dumb ideas of her own.
The Story:
[Thinking to himself it'd seemed like a good idea at the time is how Adam finds himself getting sucked into the event with a one hundred and seventy pound dog sniffing around his apartment.
When people have asked him if he's had any pets, the answer's always been "no," but the truth is, he'd had a dog for about two weeks when he'd been eleven after finally convincing his mother he'd been ready for the responsibility. A beagle, cute as hell as he remembered it. Then it had run away from home one day and never come back, and that had been the end of that. He'd cried. His mother had felt horrible. After that, they'd never gotten around to replacing it with anything else, and then when the questions about his dad had started... Well, his stint as a proud eleven-year-old dog owner had been short-lived, that's about all there is to the story.
Later on, he'll blame Emma and Jo for making him remember that time with them showing off their dogs around the grounds and on the network.
And he'll blame Alice.
Despite his own personal Mount Everest of mental trauma he's been busy crawling out from under and trying to scale, he's gotten a feel for how "events" work around here. Wonderland jackasses coming out of the woodwork to run at the mouth seems to signal another round of weird stuff, and in retrospect he'll recognize that it hadn't been a good time of the month to be making executive decisions.
But having the closet spit out a fully-formed English mastiff like the kind he's read about on the internet does seem like a good idea, and the only regret he has is that he hadn't thought about getting dog supplies before the actual dog. Out of concern for his carpet, eventually he thinks he should take the giant, panting beast for a potty break, so out comes a collar and a leash and away they go. The as of yet unnamed drool machine wants to investigate everything on their way outside, sometimes sniffing and sometimes barking; Adam lets him, finding his first real dog walk as novel as the dog itself. He thinks the fawn-colored mastiff must be a year or so old, but he can't be sure given it's a magic closet dog.
Either way, it's slow going.]
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Where: Mansion.
When: April 13th.
Rating: PG? Maybe we'll surprise you.
Summary: Thanks to the event, Adam gets the dumb idea to give himself a canine friend and Cora comes along with dumb ideas of her own.
The Story:
[Thinking to himself it'd seemed like a good idea at the time is how Adam finds himself getting sucked into the event with a one hundred and seventy pound dog sniffing around his apartment.
When people have asked him if he's had any pets, the answer's always been "no," but the truth is, he'd had a dog for about two weeks when he'd been eleven after finally convincing his mother he'd been ready for the responsibility. A beagle, cute as hell as he remembered it. Then it had run away from home one day and never come back, and that had been the end of that. He'd cried. His mother had felt horrible. After that, they'd never gotten around to replacing it with anything else, and then when the questions about his dad had started... Well, his stint as a proud eleven-year-old dog owner had been short-lived, that's about all there is to the story.
Later on, he'll blame Emma and Jo for making him remember that time with them showing off their dogs around the grounds and on the network.
And he'll blame Alice.
Despite his own personal Mount Everest of mental trauma he's been busy crawling out from under and trying to scale, he's gotten a feel for how "events" work around here. Wonderland jackasses coming out of the woodwork to run at the mouth seems to signal another round of weird stuff, and in retrospect he'll recognize that it hadn't been a good time of the month to be making executive decisions.
But having the closet spit out a fully-formed English mastiff like the kind he's read about on the internet does seem like a good idea, and the only regret he has is that he hadn't thought about getting dog supplies before the actual dog. Out of concern for his carpet, eventually he thinks he should take the giant, panting beast for a potty break, so out comes a collar and a leash and away they go. The as of yet unnamed drool machine wants to investigate everything on their way outside, sometimes sniffing and sometimes barking; Adam lets him, finding his first real dog walk as novel as the dog itself. He thinks the fawn-colored mastiff must be a year or so old, but he can't be sure given it's a magic closet dog.
Either way, it's slow going.]
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[ she doesn't need werewolf hearing to hear the loud bark. she's walking through the entrance hall when she notices adam and a dog almost the size of him entering — and rather than simply walk around him or turn the other way, she thinks it's a good idea to approach him. her gaze shifts back and forth between him and his new friend, before they finally settle on the dog. it's a much nicer sight, even though adam doesn't seem to be sporting a purple eye anymore. ]
When did you get a dog?
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