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entrancelogs2016-10-08 06:46 pm
radiopalkiller) wrote in entrancelogs2016-10-08 06:46 pm
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[CLOSED] Am I arrogant, should I not assume
Who: Philip (radiopalkiller) & John Winchester (failedparenting)
Where: The Library
When: Saturday, October 8th
Rating: PG-13 for Pretty Grumpy Assholes
Summary: hey babe is that a butchered version of my private journal or are you just happy to see me-- .......wait, what?
The Story:
Acromantula. Philip grimaces at the bestiary in front of him. Uh huh, sure, that's the one he can't wait to add, let alone meet. He makes a point of his theatrical shudder, and starts jotting down some more notes. Now that the library's in a more agreeable state of on fire (which is to say 'not at all, currently'), he might as well get his mileage out of their latest event. Obviously he hasn't been a stranger to critters from the wizarding world for quite some time, but flipping through his folder he can think of a few additions.
Now where did he put-- Arachne. There. That's a good place for it. He might even start a new sub-section. He thinks he'll just call it 'NOPE'. Chapter twenty-one, section seven. NOPE. Too many legs. Do not contact this number again.
--He's started sketching spider eggs on a piece of paper absent-mindedly, when he hears somebody's footsteps. Footsteps is good, right? Means they aren't trying to be especially sneaky, and there won't be a high-temperature surprise attack in the aftermath. Still, he taps his pen on the table warily. Waiting. He just got a fresh cup of tea, if he's got to dive for his life now, he'll be ticked off all day.
radiopalkiller) & John Winchester (failedparenting)Where: The Library
When: Saturday, October 8th
Rating: PG-13 for Pretty Grumpy Assholes
Summary: hey babe is that a butchered version of my private journal or are you just happy to see me-- .......wait, what?
The Story:
Acromantula. Philip grimaces at the bestiary in front of him. Uh huh, sure, that's the one he can't wait to add, let alone meet. He makes a point of his theatrical shudder, and starts jotting down some more notes. Now that the library's in a more agreeable state of on fire (which is to say 'not at all, currently'), he might as well get his mileage out of their latest event. Obviously he hasn't been a stranger to critters from the wizarding world for quite some time, but flipping through his folder he can think of a few additions.
Now where did he put-- Arachne. There. That's a good place for it. He might even start a new sub-section. He thinks he'll just call it 'NOPE'. Chapter twenty-one, section seven. NOPE. Too many legs. Do not contact this number again.
--He's started sketching spider eggs on a piece of paper absent-mindedly, when he hears somebody's footsteps. Footsteps is good, right? Means they aren't trying to be especially sneaky, and there won't be a high-temperature surprise attack in the aftermath. Still, he taps his pen on the table warily. Waiting. He just got a fresh cup of tea, if he's got to dive for his life now, he'll be ticked off all day.