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discedo_logs2007-11-22 06:34 pm
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simon and harry [complete]
Who: Simon Tam and Harry Mason/"Michael"
Where: St. Peter's Church
When: 11/22
Rating: PG-13 for boozin'.
Summary: Sometime after finding Heather, "Michael" is bothered. Naturally, a way to deal with inner torment is to tip the bottle; after Simon accompanies him to find some, they return to the church.
the log:
There is no better time for Harry to appreciate the messenger bag he found sometime ago; it carries plenty enough of bottles, at least six or so, all of varying types. Honestly, Harry didn't even pay attention; as long as it was alcoholic, he snagged it and went.
In the dark, it is harder to move. The flashlight he has helps, but it tends to alert the damned beasts around here. Less than preferable. Simon is helpful, of course, but still.
Regardless, they return, nothing worse than scratches to bear with.
As Harry passes through the church, stepping lightly to not bother those who may be sleeping, he does set a bottle down beside Cynthia, wordlessly.
"Thank you, Simon," he murmurs. "Good night."
It seems that he expects that will be that; Harry starts upstairs for the rafters. Typically, since everyone has been staying in the church, he's had a habit to rest not far from where the sanctuary bell should be, but had long since fallen down sometime ago.
Where: St. Peter's Church
When: 11/22
Rating: PG-13 for boozin'.
Summary: Sometime after finding Heather, "Michael" is bothered. Naturally, a way to deal with inner torment is to tip the bottle; after Simon accompanies him to find some, they return to the church.
the log:
There is no better time for Harry to appreciate the messenger bag he found sometime ago; it carries plenty enough of bottles, at least six or so, all of varying types. Honestly, Harry didn't even pay attention; as long as it was alcoholic, he snagged it and went.
In the dark, it is harder to move. The flashlight he has helps, but it tends to alert the damned beasts around here. Less than preferable. Simon is helpful, of course, but still.
Regardless, they return, nothing worse than scratches to bear with.
As Harry passes through the church, stepping lightly to not bother those who may be sleeping, he does set a bottle down beside Cynthia, wordlessly.
"Thank you, Simon," he murmurs. "Good night."
It seems that he expects that will be that; Harry starts upstairs for the rafters. Typically, since everyone has been staying in the church, he's had a habit to rest not far from where the sanctuary bell should be, but had long since fallen down sometime ago.