[33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday Afternoon]
Logan had taken a later flight than he'd meant to, the consequence of an early New Year's celebration with Max and a few friends. He couldn't say he regretted it, but then he'd slept nearly the entire flight and then half of the drive across several states to the drop-off point at the causeway.
He walked up to the house, glad to see it still standing, and unlocked the front door. When he opened it, he blinked at the sea of brightly colored balls that spilled out around him, several bouncing down the front steps and rolling down the walk.
Staring for a few minutes at the knee-high ball pit the first floor of the house had become, he was finally distracted by a desperate plocking and a rattling of balls from the living room. With another bemused blink, Logan pushed his way into the sea of balls to rescue the confused dodo from what was certainly, to her, a rather disconcerting flood of non-food-like objects.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, but any housemates are welcome to come boggle]
He walked up to the house, glad to see it still standing, and unlocked the front door. When he opened it, he blinked at the sea of brightly colored balls that spilled out around him, several bouncing down the front steps and rolling down the walk.
Staring for a few minutes at the knee-high ball pit the first floor of the house had become, he was finally distracted by a desperate plocking and a rattling of balls from the living room. With another bemused blink, Logan pushed his way into the sea of balls to rescue the confused dodo from what was certainly, to her, a rather disconcerting flood of non-food-like objects.
[OOC: Mostly establishy, but any housemates are welcome to come boggle]