[33 Apocalypse Ave, Sunday Evening]
"No, as soon as possible. Yes. Thank you."
Logan hung up his cell phone with a sigh and dropped it on the kitchen island, next to his laptop. He'd finally managed to reach a contractor at home for an emergency consultation and somehow talked them into the job, despite dancing around the subject of how, exactly, the house had been damaged. It was going to cost extra to have the materials brought from the mainland without use of a truck, too.
He made a few notations on the spreadsheet he had open and tried to decide if he was hungry enough to bother Thursday for help.
[ooc: Open to housemates.]
Logan hung up his cell phone with a sigh and dropped it on the kitchen island, next to his laptop. He'd finally managed to reach a contractor at home for an emergency consultation and somehow talked them into the job, despite dancing around the subject of how, exactly, the house had been damaged. It was going to cost extra to have the materials brought from the mainland without use of a truck, too.
He made a few notations on the spreadsheet he had open and tried to decide if he was hungry enough to bother Thursday for help.
[ooc: Open to housemates.]