inbox; deerington

[danzan]

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action ✰ post corn maze ✰ weekday early evening

[enchangement]

[ There's a noise, and a giggle, and a knock.

Someone's at your door, Professor. ]

oh no ITS HAPPENING

[danzan]

[ Logan hasn't heard giggling outside his door in a solid five years, but River's scent has him getting out of bed and putting his weathered book aside.

He opens it to peer down at her, a brow raised. ]

...what's with that smile? [ Yep. No "hello" necessary. ]

action / library / u borrowed books in the wrong neighborhood

[metanoias]

[ Here's the thing - the Deerington locals are a gossipy bunch, and sometimes Connor can't help but overhear. He'd heard recently about a surly man who'd been taking books from the library — gasp — without permission. Connor had then used his Fancy Android Powers (tm) to do a quick check on what books are missing from the shelves, cross-referenced with what books are checked out, and voila: he's got a list of 15 titles that aren't accounted for.

He's been on the lookout for this mysterious book thief ever since.

Now, the brief glimpse of Logan he'd caught on the network hadn't been enough to rouse suspicion, nor had Logan's weird reaction to discovering Connor is the librarian, but Connor has no doubt at all that this is the culprit when Logan arrives to get his library card.

Connor's very cool about it though. You can't be a terrifying interrogation bot if you, ya know, exhibit any tells when you know you've got someone right where you want them.

Instead, he smiles politely. The only indication that he's not, like, just a really awkward human is the blue LED ring in his temple. ]

Hello. May I help you?

[danzan]

Uh... yeah. [ Logan definitely sees the LED. His eyes tend to zero in on things that don't typically belong places, and that shouldn't be on a guy's face for anything other than a terrible reason.

Like how the antlers on his face in a heart shouldn't be on his cheek, but he digresses. ]

I'm Wolverine. From Network. [ Reaching behind him, he pulls his identification card out of his pocket. It's still bewildering seeing himself asleep on there, but he holds it out anyway. ] You told me to bring this.

action; late october /flaps hands

[vermillon]

[After all is said and done, a certain cat-like person just has no more energy to use, not even fumes. He's just been running about doing as much as he could despite being ill and utterly sore, and without someone to force him to rest, X'rhun has run himself ragged.

Which is why he's currently sacked out on a pew in the church, leaning against the side of it, looking either unconscious or deeply asleep that he doesn't care about whatever traffic the church is getting.

Is it sacrilege to sleep in a church?]

[danzan]

[ With the revelation of some spirit being in the Mayor's House, Logan's come to find incense for the missing daughter.

Of course, because fate seems to have a bizarre sense of humour, he finds X'rhun where he least expects him. (Maybe he should just start expecting to see him everywhere-- it's been happening far, far too often to just be coincidence now.)

In any case, he sidesteps him first, going to collect more incense for his thurible. When that's done, he comes to where he's seated and plops down beside him.

Then he pokes him in the shoulder. ] Do I gotta carry you again?

( text | un: sweetie )

[retrorsum]

Do you feel like finding a little trouble?

( she used those words purposely )

[danzan]

I just napped for 42 hours.

text - un: banner

[therapissed]

I feel like I owe you dinner.

[danzan]

You don't owe me anything.

How you feeling, Curls?

Delivery on 11/3

[rosydisposition]

[Kurama speaks fluent flower, though the reasons he knows the language are far more sinister than people understand. Still, he prepares the bouquet with care, without the intent to harm. White tulips with spots of fuschia touching their delicate petals make the bulk of the bouquet. Bright, yellow daffodils are placed strategically among the tulips to best bring out the color of each other and six purple hyacinth along the outer edge of the bouquet, tied neatly with a bright red ribbon, and wrapped for protection, with the label of Rosie's, the garden shop. All three mean 'I'm sorry', the closest Logan will get to an apology for the moment.]

log | a day after receiving the bouquet

[danzan]

[ Logan, of course, keeps the flowers Kurama had gotten him in a vase (or... you know, a jar of mayonnaise that's a vase now). He's not nearly as fancy as Kurama is, but finds one of those unoccupied houses and a bush nearby to cut a single rose from. It's this-- a yellow rose, for friendship-- that he takes with him as he follows the scent on the bouquet's wrapping.

When he finds Kurama, he says nothing, but he does hold a hand up to be sure the kid won't try to run away or leave at the sight of him. Once Logan's standing in front of him, he pulls the yellow rose from behind his back and holds it out. He figures that already says enough. ]

text / un: Connor

[metanoias]

Mr. Howlett,

This is Connor, the librarian. I'm contacting you in regards to your unpaid fines. Given the current state of the town in combination with last month's particularly stressful nature, I would like to reduce the amount owed by 50%. With the return of the books, that brings your outstanding total to $75.00.

Thank you,

Connor
Deerington Public Library

about two days later

[danzan]

Wow, generous. This is great news. [ Hopefully the sarcasm makes it through.

But as much as Logan wants to leave it at that, well. The part of him that's an X-Man gives him a good kick to the shins. ]

You OK? Kinda got the impression you were a stickler for the rules kinda guy.

text

[nothinicantkill]

Hi

I have a question

[danzan]

Shoot.

NOV EVENT LOG OVERFLOW

[danzan]

@tinygreen | we can handwave the actual fixing bc idk how 2 fusebox... the dogs will b grateful!!!

[danzan]

[ The kid pokes his cheek and Logan lets out a soft huff through his nose-- a breath he shouldn't be able to make, what with the supposed lack of proper, fleshy organs. He doesn't notice what Pidge does, but she doesn't seem like a liar to him; that being said, he's completely content helping her with what she has to do.

Logan knows how to work a fusebox himself, but he remembers that the whole reason they're here is because Pidge had wanted to find some purpose-- something new to do in a strange new world. That being said, it feels more significant to have her take the reign while he hangs by the side to help her whenever necessary. If she ever needs a plastic hand to touch anything especially prone to electric shock, he's her guy! ]

( text | un: sweetie )

[retrorsum]

Do you know a man named Erik Lehnsherr?

[danzan]

Yeah, he's a friend of mine.

Why?

voicemail, 12/1.

[oddbod]

[As soon as they're back in town, and Clara can hole up in her house and hide from everyone, she decides to get in touch with the person who might be least put off by her predicament.]

Hiya. [Cheerful, with the slightest tremor at the edge.] Just checking in, now that everything's- [Back to normal? Not in the slightest. She trails off, thoughts a good many steps ahead of her words.] There's, uh. Something I sort of want to talk to you about? Let me know when you've got a sec. Thanks!

text | un: wolverine | 2nd dec, some time after midnight.

[danzan]

[ He's been a little too busy trying to get everything back in order now that they've all returned to town. With a hole in the kitchen wall and shattered tiles and a shattered oven door with dried wendigo bloodstains...

The point is. He doesn't really check his Fluid until later. But Clara doesn't sleep, so he figures it'll be all right-- ] What is it?

Early December

[oversight]

[ Some time in the early morning, the delivery dogs come by. They're doing Blake the favor of locating Logan and dropping off the package wherever he might be.

There's a brown takeout box wrapped in a cotton cloth and tied with a white ribbon. Inside is a variety - a fruit salad, actually - with everything Blake could muster between Hart Mart and the diner. Someone had told him Howlett likes fruit, it seems, because he didn't guess. There's probably enough for the household, but John's meant it for Logan to overindulge, should he see fit.

Inside is a handwritten note in a messy scrawl:

Something to brighten your day, old man.
Thanks for having my back.
RJB

Blake is a random gift-giver, so this is not abnormal, although showing he's prone to sentiment isn't his favorite move. Thankfully, Logan already has a bead on that part of his personality, so he's not too concerned. ]

delivery on the 21st

[vermillon]

[There's a box on the doorstep for Logan, the little tag says as much. A box wrapped in bright red foil, a silky silver ribbon tied around it with a bow on top. Inside the box are ten flannel jackets in various colours. On top of the pile is a simple piece of white cardstock paper with elegant cursive words penned in red ink (notice a pattern?), as if written with a quill or a fountain pen.

Happy holidays

PS. Hurt Jean-Paul and I will burn you.

Who could have sent it? Well, all that red looks a lot like the red a certain someone likes to wear, right? Not to mention the threat.]

Sometime around the 25th, a Delivery Dog arrives with the following

[justbeingknife]

[ A jug of maple syrup and some... crab meat? Lobster meat? How strange, where did this come from? It's neatly packed on ice, and it's so delicious...

A note is attached: ]

Ya seem like a man who might appreciate some mysterious meat. Enjoy!

Delivery on the 24th via Delivery Dogs

[therapissed]

[A neatly wrapped box is delivered containing an assortment of chocolate and gingerbread cutout cookies - enough to share between everyone in the house.

With it is a small hand-written note, the chicken-scratch writing just barely legible:]

Happy holidays.

- B

P.S. Please don't just eat these as one meal.

around the 20th

[unburies]

[ The package in shimmering silver paper is a little crudely wrapped - what's inside is oddly shaped. Someone wasn't able to do a good job here but it's certain that an attempt was made - that's the main thing isn't it?

Hidden within is a small, hand-carved deer - no bigger than the palm of an average human hand. Much like the wrapping paper, the figure is a little on the crude side: there's nothing startlingly expert in the craftsmanship. But someone's clearly taken their time to carve the little deer and tried their best - even the roughest edges have been sanded down a little. Eyes, noses and hooves have been coloured with a black marker.

With the deer, a small, simple note that reads: ]

merry christmas
from scarlett

Christmas Day

[oversight]

[ Some time between midnight and dawn on Christmas Day, a gift bag is dropped off, likely by the Delivery Dogs. It's attractively adorned and everything inside is carefully wrapped in matching wrapping papers.

When opened Logan will find a couple gifts: Included is an attractive wool sweater, a cute coffee mug, a small canister of loose black tea, and a half-pound of whole bean coffee.

Attached is a note written in a bit of a messy scrawl:

Thanks for all you did this year, and all you taught me. It's been nice getting to know you. -RJB

He's taken great care to make sure the bag is secured from water soaking into the bottom, and he uses the Delivery Dogs in case his recipient happens to be somewhere other than home. Happy Holidays! ]

A delivery via delivery dogs on the 23rd

[shuttersense]

[Logan has received (one) package! Inside there is some thick candles with a woody scent. There's also a nice warm lap blanket with a flannel print. It has more of a fresh snow scent, which, once he digs in, he'll find an incense tablet.

And folded around the tablet, there's a note:]

Happy holidays. Sometimes there's work to be done, and sometimes there's time to rest and enjoy the little things.

-R

backdated to sometime mid Dec

[nakedsingularity]

<sub>[She thinks she's been pretty patient so far, all things considered. Once the town went back to its normal-ish freaky self, she'd started helping Logan with repairs to the house without being asked--seeing as how she caused most of the damage.

She hadn't even complained when she'd come downstairs to find him ushering around a strange girl, saying she needed to stay the night. Why their rickety, trashed house would be the preferred destination to sleep in is beyond her, but she knows Logan tries to look out for others. And it's hard as hell getting by in this place sometimes. She understands--and so she says nothing, even if River is a bit... well, odd is a nice word for it.

That had been a few days ago. Henry can be patient, but she's also not above wondering when she's going to get her house back.

A knock on Logan's door sounds before she speaks and gives away who it is.]</sub>

Hey. Got a minute?