xp_logs | Logan & Wade | Sunday Evening (backdated)

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Logan and Wade meet up to see who found the most items on their list of random items requested by people inside and outside of the mansion. Then food.

Wade looked from the half-list in his hand, compiled from all the text messages he and Logan had exchanged over the past few days, to the man in front of him, and nodded. They'd had an equal number of objectives. What those objectives were however, had differed greatly. "Look, it took me a half hour to find a goddamn Lapins cherry tree, okay? Fucking greenhouses."

Logan's half-list was crumpled and had hastily scrawled check marks beside each object. Their scavenger supply run had become a bit of a ritual each month though no two objects had repeated. Food and alcohol were exceptions to that. "Like I had an easier time findin' that blue, marbled percolator - with filter and lid." He growled. "The stink holes I had to trawl through to get that. What the hell do ya want with a percolator anyway? Plannin' some deep wilderness excursions?"

"At least you didn't have to deal with hippies talking about lovin' Mother Nature," Wade said, voice flat. "Swear to Christ, I have to smell any more hemp - look, it fuckin' saturated my goddamn shirt." He shoved his arm out so Logan couldn't help but smell it. "And anyway, you think the percolator was bad? Who'd we even talk to that needed a talc bag? That one's on you, man. Cause I use fuckin' cue chalk like a normal person. What the hell."

"Pretentious little shits." Logan wrinkled his nose and snorted to clear the overwhelming scent from his senses. "Apin' what they think bein' a hippie's all about. They don't even know the half of it." They'd spent too long looking for all this shit. "No idea. One of the magic users, maybe. Speakin' of, I got someone needin' a pine cone from some sacred tree that was bloomin' durin' the monsoon from last year. Think I needa stop talkin' to outside mansion folks 'bout gettin' 'em things."

Wade cracked up. He couldn't help he. He literally could not. "Sacred - wait, what? We have sacred pine trees in New York?" He sagged against the side of the truck he'd driven, his cherry tree poking over the side. "Jesus, we really do need to quit talkin' to people outside the mansion. You know how hard it is to find a bloodstone, aka heliotrope, that was dug up and smoothed during the Storm Moon? Toss in some pennyroyal and you got me last month. The oat flour, alpaca wool, and holy water on my list today were a breeze compared to all that mess."

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up," Logan grumbled. It'd been entertaining in the beginning, people asking them to source random shit. But then when they'd actually succeeded, that's when the demand had grown big time. He looked at the dark blue pick up parked behind him the cab filled with the strangest shit and the bed not much better off. "How the hell do we know all these weirdos, anyway? They sure don't usually like knowin' us most of the time."

Wade shrugged. "Dunno. Consequence of living interestin' lives? Whichever. Anything on your list you couldn't get today? Cause I want food and if I'm payin', I need to hit a cash stash."

"Yeah, some pineapple that needs to come fresh from Hawaii then buried upside down in some bullshit sacred earth circle and some shrunken head that can't exceed more than a three person transfer." Logan blew out a frustrated breath. "Idiots are gonna need to deal with a rain check. Don't have the funds to go plane hoppin' right now." His stomach rumbled in loud protest. "Where's the nearest food truck? Either we needa plan more frequent trips or get more selective 'bout our fulfillment orders."

"I suggest 'more selective,'" Wade said. "I've got like four things I couldn't get my hands on, so I'll pick up the tab. But like I said, pit-stop first." He grinned, then, and continued, "Besides, I kinda wanna see what our science people want for next month. Y'know, instead of the magic peeps."

"Should start some kinda rotation. These months for the magic folks and the others for the science ones. Less breakin' our budgets and brains and less runnin' around town mad." Logan's stomach chose that moment to growl loudly. "Yeah, think we're both in agreement. Time to demolish a food truck or buffet."

"Heh... Laurie's into charts. We could set something up," Wade said. "C'mon, let's go. It's cash stash raiding time."