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OOC: Letter To Whoever
Dear Faucks ( Read more... ) -
Connor Safehouse, Christmas
John had a small tree set up in the corner, festooned with lights and tinsel and dozens of glass ornament bulbs (less and less each day, as the bots decide to 'improve' the tree and break 'em), and a few boxes ( Read more... ) -
Connor Safehouse, Virginia. Friday.
Oh, man. John was NOT looking forward to the weekend. Holiday parties. Multiple holiday parties ( Read more... ) -
OOC/IC: John and Angelus
Angelus was caged. On the island, in a cage, in a jail, in a locked room, and still he wasn't safe. And John was pissed ( Read more... ) -
Connor Safehouse: Holiday Get Together Thing Friday Night
Preparations were complete, pizza was on stand-by to be delivered, appetizers in the mix, and an army of mini-tux'd dingbots were armed with drink dispensers, olives on those plastic drink spears, and Scorpy tending bar (for those who were brave enough to have a drink precisely mixed by a rather large battleclank ( Read more... ) -
Connor Safehouse, Virginia
John had been up since dawn, working on lawn chores. Raking leaves, mowing the lawn, glaring at door-to-door salespeople, and was currently enjoying a tall glass of lemonade, warming up inside the house.
He really needed to make lawnbots.
[Open for phone calls or visits] -
Virginia, Thursday [2007.11.15]
John was not freaking out. He was not overreacting. He was meeting a challenge with creativity and foresight using the available means at hand.
Which was why he was camped out where the Causeway should be in Virginia, complete with tent, half a dozen dingbots, Scorpy and Crayfish, and enough firepower to just shoot his way in and back. The ' ( Read more... ) -
Connor Safehouse, Mainland [2007.11.13]
End of the day. Finally.
John arrived home, kicked back, turned on the TV, and called his favorite pink-haired skinnybutt.
Nothing.
He tried again.
Nothing.
Billy. Arms Hotel. Unlisted numbers at the school. Nada.
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Connor Safehouse
John was bored, had a lot of surplus parts, and a package just delivered.
A tiny package. Of a tiny machine gun.
This was not good. He really shouldn't think of trying to make an attack chihuahua. Maybe something more like a schnauzer?
[ooc: me wanty!]