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maskormenacelogs2016-07-05 07:40 pm
dirtyredneck) wrote in maskormenacelogs2016-07-05 07:40 pm
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Quoth the raven
WHO: Daryl and Ronan
WHERE: De Chima's bird rescue shelter
WHEN: July 5th
WHAT: Getting some advice on caring for corvids
WARNINGS: probably some language
[Daryl made it into the shelter in the early afternoon. His morning had been swamped with more than a few reporters dogging him about his involvement in stopping Calendar Man's attempt to steal the Declaration of Independence. None of them were questions he wanted to deal with, nor were the cameras in his face, all of them impeding his plans for the day. It was apparently well known he stayed at Xavier's, and probably known that he worked in De Chima, but once he'd managed to get to the transporter and into De Chima, he'd been able to shake any followers or new attempts at following. Normally he had Tuesdays off, so they probably hadn't expected the break from routine.
That suited him just fine. Meant he could get to his assigned house, do a couple things, and get his ass to the bird shelter before it got too late.
When he entered, he asked for 'Lynch' at the counter and was directed his way. A simple:]
Hey
[Was all he gave in greeting.]
WHERE: De Chima's bird rescue shelter
WHEN: July 5th
WHAT: Getting some advice on caring for corvids
WARNINGS: probably some language
[Daryl made it into the shelter in the early afternoon. His morning had been swamped with more than a few reporters dogging him about his involvement in stopping Calendar Man's attempt to steal the Declaration of Independence. None of them were questions he wanted to deal with, nor were the cameras in his face, all of them impeding his plans for the day. It was apparently well known he stayed at Xavier's, and probably known that he worked in De Chima, but once he'd managed to get to the transporter and into De Chima, he'd been able to shake any followers or new attempts at following. Normally he had Tuesdays off, so they probably hadn't expected the break from routine.
That suited him just fine. Meant he could get to his assigned house, do a couple things, and get his ass to the bird shelter before it got too late.
When he entered, he asked for 'Lynch' at the counter and was directed his way. A simple:]
Hey
[Was all he gave in greeting.]