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The Beach, Wednesday Evening
Apr. 27th, 2022 05:33 pmWill had missed today's excitement due to his shift at his part-time gig over in Baltimore, so he was out for a walk with Kol without the slightest clue that anything was amiss. Just a guy tossing a stick for his dog as they made their way down the shoreline, like ya do.
[for one. *ominous music plays*.]
[for one. *ominous music plays*.]
MCA #2, Monday Morning
Apr. 11th, 2022 07:41 amWill's alarm had just gone off, and he'd been trying to convince himself to get out of his nice, warm, cozy bed and start his morning routine- you know, feeding and walking the dog, and then maybe his own breakfast- when the dog in question bolted out of the bedroom and towards the front door, barking insistently.
Kol was pretty fond of walks and liked his routine, but this was new.
"Okay, okay, I'll go see what's up," Will grumbled, running a hand through his hair in a vague attempt to banish the bedhead. Just in case there was a person on the other side of the door, he slipped a t-shirt on over his head and glanced down to make sure his boxers weren't, like, covered in a cartoon sushi print or something else potentially embarrassing.
There was no person on the other side of the door. What there was was a six-pack of what looked like beer. "Abduction Ale?" he read out, squinting in confusion at the labels. "In the Dark Lager? Underground IPA?"
This was weird, even for Fandom.
[ooc: could be open if you had reason to be wandering the halls, sure!]
Kol was pretty fond of walks and liked his routine, but this was new.
"Okay, okay, I'll go see what's up," Will grumbled, running a hand through his hair in a vague attempt to banish the bedhead. Just in case there was a person on the other side of the door, he slipped a t-shirt on over his head and glanced down to make sure his boxers weren't, like, covered in a cartoon sushi print or something else potentially embarrassing.
There was no person on the other side of the door. What there was was a six-pack of what looked like beer. "Abduction Ale?" he read out, squinting in confusion at the labels. "In the Dark Lager? Underground IPA?"
This was weird, even for Fandom.
[ooc: could be open if you had reason to be wandering the halls, sure!]
MCA Lobby to MCA #2, Thursday Afternoon
Feb. 24th, 2022 03:26 amAs much as hotel life had its perks, it really wasn't what Will had in mind as far as a long-term living situation. Particularly since he now had Kol to take care of. So he'd finally bit the bullet and handwavily talked to Danny. As it turned out, there had been a free apartment in the building he looked after. The next step had been arranging for all his stuff to be sent to Fandom from his storage unit in Chicago, which is what led to his current situation:
Standing in the MCA lobby, staring in dismay at the piles of boxes and furniture. Was it possible that his stuff had somehow multiplied in the years since moving in with Nina and then Natalie?
Actually, come to think of it, he did not recognize that couch-
His phone dinged to let him know he had a text message.
Heard you were settling back in on the island. Consider the couch a housewarming gift from Sam and I read the message from Ingrid. How the hell had she even known he'd been wondering about that? That was just creepy.
The boxes would be tedious, but he could manage to haul them upstairs by himself even if it'd take forever. But the couch was another matter. He definitely needed help.
[ooc: for a certain himbo.]
Standing in the MCA lobby, staring in dismay at the piles of boxes and furniture. Was it possible that his stuff had somehow multiplied in the years since moving in with Nina and then Natalie?
Actually, come to think of it, he did not recognize that couch-
His phone dinged to let him know he had a text message.
Heard you were settling back in on the island. Consider the couch a housewarming gift from Sam and I read the message from Ingrid. How the hell had she even known he'd been wondering about that? That was just creepy.
The boxes would be tedious, but he could manage to haul them upstairs by himself even if it'd take forever. But the couch was another matter. He definitely needed help.
[ooc: for a certain himbo.]
Just Outside Caritas, Friday Evening
Dec. 31st, 2021 07:33 amWill had every intention of attending the New Year's party, he really did. It's just that the second he stepped through the door and saw the crowd all dressed up...
"I gotta pick up my tux," he reminded his soon-to-be wife.
"Remember to make sure the sleeves aren't too long!" Natalie called after him as he headed out the door.
*
"You don't know me," Tim insisted.
"I know you. We grew up together. Please don't." It took everything he had to keep his voice from shaking as he stared down the barrel of that gun.
Then, the loud crack of a gunshot and the feeling of Tim's blood spattering across him. The half-hysterical thought that it was a good thing he'd decided not to go the rental route after all, he was pretty sure the deposit wouldn't have covered blood removal.
He backpedaled out of the bar as fast as he could, practically tripping over his own feet. He scrambled out of the way, collapsing on the ground with his back against the building wall, and pulled his knees up to his chest, breaths coming in rapid and shallow.
[ooc: for someone in particular!]
"I gotta pick up my tux," he reminded his soon-to-be wife.
"Remember to make sure the sleeves aren't too long!" Natalie called after him as he headed out the door.
*
"You don't know me," Tim insisted.
"I know you. We grew up together. Please don't." It took everything he had to keep his voice from shaking as he stared down the barrel of that gun.
Then, the loud crack of a gunshot and the feeling of Tim's blood spattering across him. The half-hysterical thought that it was a good thing he'd decided not to go the rental route after all, he was pretty sure the deposit wouldn't have covered blood removal.
He backpedaled out of the bar as fast as he could, practically tripping over his own feet. He scrambled out of the way, collapsing on the ground with his back against the building wall, and pulled his knees up to his chest, breaths coming in rapid and shallow.
[ooc: for someone in particular!]
( A slightly anal, overly stubborn, rule-breaking control freak. )
( She has a *lot* of feelings about a *lot* of things. )
( It was conceived and born in nine hours, it can't possibly be human. )
( I don't remember who her father was. But she does not look a thing like me, so she must look like him. )
( Being even remotely careful is just not my forte. )
( She has a *lot* of feelings about a *lot* of things. )
( It was conceived and born in nine hours, it can't possibly be human. )
( I don't remember who her father was. But she does not look a thing like me, so she must look like him. )
( Being even remotely careful is just not my forte. )
Yeah, Will had seen the invitations around town to Dr. Lecter's dinner tonight and the man had seemed nice enough when they'd met on Will's first day here, he was sure he would be welcome, but at the same time, he just- couldn't bring himself to go. It didn't seem right.
Thanksgiving was about family, and Will was still feeling the sting of being forcefully uprooted from his. He and Natalie should've been hosting their first Thanksgiving together as a married couple, and instead he was hundreds of miles away. Not to mention, this was his and Jay's first Thanksgiving since their dad died (not that the three of them had ever been that great about getting together to celebrate, but it was the principle of the thing).
All in all, he just wasn't up to a big event with a lot of people, all of whom were still basically strangers.
He sighed, staring down at Jay's contact info currently pulled up on his phone and then took a deep breath and pressed the call button.
Voicemail. Will's heart sunk in disappointment at not actually getting to talk to Jay, though even hearing his brother's voice over the recording was... something, at least.
"Hey, Jay? It's me. I know I'm not really supposed to call or anything, but it's just- it's Thanksgiving, and I miss you. Just wanted to hear your voice, I guess, reassure myself that you're still out there, that I'll still have people to come back to when this- when this is all over. That's all. Bye."
He disconnected the call and threw the phone across the room towards an armchair in frustration.
Ugh. Why was his life such a goddamn mess?
[ooc: mostly establishy, though contents of that phone call are NFB. could be open should anyone have reason to seek out dr. mcmopey over here.]
Thanksgiving was about family, and Will was still feeling the sting of being forcefully uprooted from his. He and Natalie should've been hosting their first Thanksgiving together as a married couple, and instead he was hundreds of miles away. Not to mention, this was his and Jay's first Thanksgiving since their dad died (not that the three of them had ever been that great about getting together to celebrate, but it was the principle of the thing).
All in all, he just wasn't up to a big event with a lot of people, all of whom were still basically strangers.
He sighed, staring down at Jay's contact info currently pulled up on his phone and then took a deep breath and pressed the call button.
Voicemail. Will's heart sunk in disappointment at not actually getting to talk to Jay, though even hearing his brother's voice over the recording was... something, at least.
"Hey, Jay? It's me. I know I'm not really supposed to call or anything, but it's just- it's Thanksgiving, and I miss you. Just wanted to hear your voice, I guess, reassure myself that you're still out there, that I'll still have people to come back to when this- when this is all over. That's all. Bye."
He disconnected the call and threw the phone across the room towards an armchair in frustration.
Ugh. Why was his life such a goddamn mess?
[ooc: mostly establishy, though contents of that phone call are NFB. could be open should anyone have reason to seek out dr. mcmopey over here.]
