Log: Matt & Forge
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xp_logsForge returns to the chapel. Everyone returns from wherever the wormhole sent them.
Forge was relatively fresh off the plane, his head hurt from all the _stupid_ on said plane, he'd been dealing with legal and HR and finance for the last few days and all he wanted to do was solve his goddamned plasma production problem on the new shotgun design. But first he really ought to check in with eXcal, see if they needed anything from him.
Lawn had some skid marks on it, which was weird, but he wasn't there for lawn maintenance. He used his flesh and blood hand to push the front door open and then swore sulfurously as he got some sort of an electric shock. Weird, he didn't get a heads up on that one, but he was focused and tired enough to not care overmuch. Soonest he could check in and see what fires needed to be put out, the better.
Matt was sitting by the door tossing his ball from his office at it, because why not? It didn't open. They'd been stuck for days and quite honestly, he as at the point where his stubble itched uncomfortably. And he was ready to kill everyone. Twice.
When the door opened, his ball bounced through and Matt scrambled up suspiciously. "Forge?" he asked, wondering if this was another sort of wormhole trick, but no one was yelling about power spikes that he could hear.
"Yep." he said, looking at eXcal's lead lawyer. Scruffy was apparently in among the Anglo crowd. Huh. "You know if Clint's around? Should probably check in with him, let him know I'm back." he said. Then wrinkled his nose. Not only was scruff in, but so was body odor. Place smelled like a locker room.
"Yeah..." Matt headed to the door walking outside to retrieve the ball before racing back in and practically shoving Forge out of the way, "We're free!" he shouted down the stairs! "We're back!"
Forge stared at Matt, then shrugged. Weirdness was kinda eXcal's thing and apparently Matt had decided it was his day to be weird. Welp. sooner he could talk to Clint, sooner he could go do real work for a change.
Forge was relatively fresh off the plane, his head hurt from all the _stupid_ on said plane, he'd been dealing with legal and HR and finance for the last few days and all he wanted to do was solve his goddamned plasma production problem on the new shotgun design. But first he really ought to check in with eXcal, see if they needed anything from him.
Lawn had some skid marks on it, which was weird, but he wasn't there for lawn maintenance. He used his flesh and blood hand to push the front door open and then swore sulfurously as he got some sort of an electric shock. Weird, he didn't get a heads up on that one, but he was focused and tired enough to not care overmuch. Soonest he could check in and see what fires needed to be put out, the better.
Matt was sitting by the door tossing his ball from his office at it, because why not? It didn't open. They'd been stuck for days and quite honestly, he as at the point where his stubble itched uncomfortably. And he was ready to kill everyone. Twice.
When the door opened, his ball bounced through and Matt scrambled up suspiciously. "Forge?" he asked, wondering if this was another sort of wormhole trick, but no one was yelling about power spikes that he could hear.
"Yep." he said, looking at eXcal's lead lawyer. Scruffy was apparently in among the Anglo crowd. Huh. "You know if Clint's around? Should probably check in with him, let him know I'm back." he said. Then wrinkled his nose. Not only was scruff in, but so was body odor. Place smelled like a locker room.
"Yeah..." Matt headed to the door walking outside to retrieve the ball before racing back in and practically shoving Forge out of the way, "We're free!" he shouted down the stairs! "We're back!"
Forge stared at Matt, then shrugged. Weirdness was kinda eXcal's thing and apparently Matt had decided it was his day to be weird. Welp. sooner he could talk to Clint, sooner he could go do real work for a change.
