0007//Log

[dontbeso_dense]

[Someone's in the projector room, looking through boxes]

[He grumbles. He's finding nothing but destroyed film or reels that won't fit. He'll keep looking, though.]

[[ooc: This is meant to be a comment log for people in the theater for plotting purposes.]]

Comments

[frank_hunter]

...

[If there's anything Fox is good at, it's stalking.]

[dontbeso_dense]

[He doesn't yet notice. Hal's still looking through boxes]

[frank_hunter]

Looking for something?

[dontbeso_dense]

YAHH-!

[jumps up, and turns around- and glares at him]

Don't do that!

[solid_courage]

[door creeks open as he silently enters]

[dontbeso_dense]

[He's lying on the mattress on the floor. His good arm is draped over his eyes, mostly to shield the light from his face- Hal's got a nasty headache. He lifts his arm briefly to look up at--

oh.]

[He puts his arm back over his eyes for a moment. His headache just got worse.]

...You should be back in the clinic, you know. [He says as he sits up. He turns a little, back to the other, looking for something.]

[solid_courage]

[his Hal senses are tingling; something's wrong]

[neutrally, approaching him] Yeah, well. I heal fast.

[dontbeso_dense]

I know. But, still.. [ He trails off]

Ah- [grabbing what he was looking for, he turns to face him. For the briefest of moments, he looks hurt- but the expression disappears as quickly as it was seen.]

Sit down, Dave. I want to take a look at your face- it probably needs to be cleaned again.

[He motions towards his cheek] The gauze, really..