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discedo_logs2008-10-26 09:07 am
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Who: Azure Kite (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aida_pursuer) and Harry Lockhart (shadeofwrong)
Where: Horton apartments, and someday I swear I'll actually pick a room number for Kite :|
When: NOW?!
Rating: PG-13, how bad can it get?other than weird sexual grunting maybe
Summary: Kite and Harry meet in person for the first time.
The Log: Kite's room didn't look much different than it did the day he moved in. There was an old mattress with some moth-eaten blankets in one corner, a broken down sofa in another, and beside it a floor lamp with no lightbulb. Then there was that bizzare looking coffin-thing that the AI had dragged in during the last item rain, but no one really asked questions about that thing. A large, faint stain remained in the middle of the floor from when he tried to remove his chip (and failed miserably, of course).
The events of the week before had been a little distressing, the minor damage to his vocal files weren't a cause for much concern. Still, Harry said he wanted to be sure, and Kite had no reason to decline. He waited inside, staring idly at a wall.
Hopefully he wouldn't freak out over the whole looking-like-a-zombie thing.
aida_pursuer) and Harry Lockhart (shadeofwrong)Where: Horton apartments, and someday I swear I'll actually pick a room number for Kite :|
When: NOW?!
Rating: PG-13, how bad can it get?
Summary: Kite and Harry meet in person for the first time.
The Log: Kite's room didn't look much different than it did the day he moved in. There was an old mattress with some moth-eaten blankets in one corner, a broken down sofa in another, and beside it a floor lamp with no lightbulb. Then there was that bizzare looking coffin-thing that the AI had dragged in during the last item rain, but no one really asked questions about that thing. A large, faint stain remained in the middle of the floor from when he tried to remove his chip (and failed miserably, of course).
The events of the week before had been a little distressing, the minor damage to his vocal files weren't a cause for much concern. Still, Harry said he wanted to be sure, and Kite had no reason to decline. He waited inside, staring idly at a wall.
Hopefully he wouldn't freak out over the whole looking-like-a-zombie thing.