Log: Forge (solo), Monday morning
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xp_logsAfter noticing Paige's gleeful announcement on the journals this morning, Forge has a less-than-gleeful reaction, and takes off for a while to clear his head.
Forge sat quietly, looking at the computer screen, coffee slowly growing cold on his desk.
That was a little over 24 hours. From which it would follow that Paige and Jono wouldn't be back at the mansion tonight. Which in itself would imply that things were likely to be the type of reunion best done in private.
She sounded happy. Probably because she was.
And why shouldn't she be? She got everything she wanted. Her boyfriend back. Her boyfriend whole, which was just added icing to the great big fucking glee cake. Everyone was overjoyed.
Except you.
The small twinge in Forge's left hand caught his attention, the cracking noise that followed giving evidence to the fat that he'd been gripping the edge of his keyboard hard enough to splinter the plastic, causing keytops to clatter to the floor.
Happy reunions. Yay.
Unbidden images raced through his mind of exactly what that reunion would likely entail, and in all likelihood continue to be entailing for the foreseeable future.
Pushing his keyboard away hard enough to knock his monitor onto its side, Forge turned away from his desk. There had to be something, somewhere he could go to get away from this. To try and drown it out, to distract himself. Everyone in the halls wouldn't stop talking about how wonderful it was to have Jono back and walking around, and the lab only served to remind him of Paige.
Who hasn't even bothered to drop a thank you your way, if you'll notice. Too busy, what with all the happy sex and all that.
Grabbing his jacket, Forge stormed out of his room and into the hall, reaching the garage in record time. Not even bothering to scrawl his name on the sign-out sheet, he slid into the driver's seat of the Jeep and gunned the engine. Inventory needed restocking in the electronics lab, that was it.
You're not running away from this, you have work to do. Perfectly logical.
The streaks of rubber leading out of the garage would have led anyone to believe otherwise. Right now, Forge really didn't care.
Forge sat quietly, looking at the computer screen, coffee slowly growing cold on his desk.
We will be gone all day and shall return, traffic co-operating, at approximately 11:15 am Tuesday.
That was a little over 24 hours. From which it would follow that Paige and Jono wouldn't be back at the mansion tonight. Which in itself would imply that things were likely to be the type of reunion best done in private.
She sounded happy. Probably because she was.
And why shouldn't she be? She got everything she wanted. Her boyfriend back. Her boyfriend whole, which was just added icing to the great big fucking glee cake. Everyone was overjoyed.
Except you.
Have a lovely day, everyone!
The small twinge in Forge's left hand caught his attention, the cracking noise that followed giving evidence to the fat that he'd been gripping the edge of his keyboard hard enough to splinter the plastic, causing keytops to clatter to the floor.
Happy reunions. Yay.
Unbidden images raced through his mind of exactly what that reunion would likely entail, and in all likelihood continue to be entailing for the foreseeable future.
Pushing his keyboard away hard enough to knock his monitor onto its side, Forge turned away from his desk. There had to be something, somewhere he could go to get away from this. To try and drown it out, to distract himself. Everyone in the halls wouldn't stop talking about how wonderful it was to have Jono back and walking around, and the lab only served to remind him of Paige.
Who hasn't even bothered to drop a thank you your way, if you'll notice. Too busy, what with all the happy sex and all that.
Grabbing his jacket, Forge stormed out of his room and into the hall, reaching the garage in record time. Not even bothering to scrawl his name on the sign-out sheet, he slid into the driver's seat of the Jeep and gunned the engine. Inventory needed restocking in the electronics lab, that was it.
You're not running away from this, you have work to do. Perfectly logical.
The streaks of rubber leading out of the garage would have led anyone to believe otherwise. Right now, Forge really didn't care.
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