Dec 05, 2011 03:07
[Logan had originally hoped to have a nice evening where bad things didn't happen. He'd just go to the tavern and have a couple of drinks before passing out. Everything went according to plan right up until the passing out.
His sleep was not peaceful in the slightest. He grunts, hands twisting into the sheets. The imagery was vivid, far too vivid to be only a dream. Scientists and vats of liquid and Logan chained. It had to be real, it just had to be! He wakes with a start, claws out and ready to claw the phantoms in his imagination. His senses return in a matter of minutes. He sheathes his claws and gets up and heads out. Shirts and shoes are the least of his concerns.
He's not going back to sleep. That much he knows. But he's got get those images out of his head. He can't do that cooped up in his room. He doesn't have a particular destination in mind, but a quiet place would be great. Feel free to encounter him along the way.]
((ooc: empaths and telepaths he meets are welcomed to see anything in his brains. Logan's not doing anything to hide it.))