Saturday: Letter from Logan
Her sister hadn't written in a while, and Rogue was worried. She'd had a growing, gnawing sense of dread for a week now, and it had to be because of Sara's letter. It had to.
She wandered down to the mailbox. There were two letters waiting for her. The first was from Alex, her weekly update on the Mansion gossip. When she saw the postmark on the other, however, she dropped them both.
Taking a deep breath, she picked it up, examining it carefully. It didn't look like a forgery. It was his handwriting. The postmark was Fort MacMurry, Alberta. It had to be him. She picked up Alex's letter and rushed to her room.
Her hands were shaking when she opens the letter, so much so it took more than one try to pull it out. She chided herself for being foolish, but can't stop the little leap her heart makes when she starts to read.
Dear Marie,
Hey kid, it's been a while. Sorry I haven't written, it's kinda crazy up here, and it's hard for me to get to a post office. I miss ya, though, and told the prof he needs to keep a closer eye on ya for me. That's when he told me you weren't at the Mansion anymore. So, I got your address and figure I oughtta keep in better touch.
I've been making some good progress on my past. I think I found some of my records up here. Apparently my name's Thomas Logan, and I fought in World War I. Didn't say whether or not I had a family, not that they'd be alive by now. That makes me at least a hundred, kiddo. That's kinda what the prof thought, but now I guess we know. I'm not making much progress other than that, cause the Canadian government wasn't that great with record keeping ninety years ago. Hopefully I'll find something worth my while.
So how's this new school? I hear it's a little different than the mansion. How're you holding up? If you need anyone's ass kicked, you don't hesitate to write me. It might take me a couple weeks, but you know I'm there if you need me, kid. I also heard you got some parent's weekend coming up. The prof said he probably wasn't gonna be able to make it, so I volunteered. Don't want to leave you all alone when all the other kiddies have people visiting 'em. So, if there's a motel in town, you should reserve me a room. I'll be in Friday afternoon.
I've been getting your letters too, but you ain't written in a while. You still got the address, right? It's the same one it's been. I'll write it on the back in case you forgot.
See you soon,
Logan
Rogue dropped the letter, and fell back onto her bed. "Oh you have got to be kiddin' me," she muttered to herself.
* * *
Okay, so I want to bring Logan in for parent's weekend, but talking to myself for a weekend wouldn't be that fun, so, I'm looking for someone to play him. I'm a hardcore W/R 'shipper, and my Rogue has a huge crush on the big idiot guy. She doesn't know whether it's returned, but I'd prefer if Logan's player was at least a passing W/R fan. If anyone wants to take him on for the weekend, I'd love you forever. I probably will not be able to play all day Saturday (I think it's Halloween weekend, which is Dad's Day here) but I should be able to play Friday afternoon/night and Sunday afternoon. If there's no interest, I'll just NPC him, or say he didn't show up and have Rogue angst over that.
If you want to play the big idiot Logan, just comment here or on my voicemail.
She wandered down to the mailbox. There were two letters waiting for her. The first was from Alex, her weekly update on the Mansion gossip. When she saw the postmark on the other, however, she dropped them both.
Taking a deep breath, she picked it up, examining it carefully. It didn't look like a forgery. It was his handwriting. The postmark was Fort MacMurry, Alberta. It had to be him. She picked up Alex's letter and rushed to her room.
Her hands were shaking when she opens the letter, so much so it took more than one try to pull it out. She chided herself for being foolish, but can't stop the little leap her heart makes when she starts to read.
Dear Marie,
Hey kid, it's been a while. Sorry I haven't written, it's kinda crazy up here, and it's hard for me to get to a post office. I miss ya, though, and told the prof he needs to keep a closer eye on ya for me. That's when he told me you weren't at the Mansion anymore. So, I got your address and figure I oughtta keep in better touch.
I've been making some good progress on my past. I think I found some of my records up here. Apparently my name's Thomas Logan, and I fought in World War I. Didn't say whether or not I had a family, not that they'd be alive by now. That makes me at least a hundred, kiddo. That's kinda what the prof thought, but now I guess we know. I'm not making much progress other than that, cause the Canadian government wasn't that great with record keeping ninety years ago. Hopefully I'll find something worth my while.
So how's this new school? I hear it's a little different than the mansion. How're you holding up? If you need anyone's ass kicked, you don't hesitate to write me. It might take me a couple weeks, but you know I'm there if you need me, kid. I also heard you got some parent's weekend coming up. The prof said he probably wasn't gonna be able to make it, so I volunteered. Don't want to leave you all alone when all the other kiddies have people visiting 'em. So, if there's a motel in town, you should reserve me a room. I'll be in Friday afternoon.
I've been getting your letters too, but you ain't written in a while. You still got the address, right? It's the same one it's been. I'll write it on the back in case you forgot.
See you soon,
Logan
Rogue dropped the letter, and fell back onto her bed. "Oh you have got to be kiddin' me," she muttered to herself.
* * *
Okay, so I want to bring Logan in for parent's weekend, but talking to myself for a weekend wouldn't be that fun, so, I'm looking for someone to play him. I'm a hardcore W/R 'shipper, and my Rogue has a huge crush on the big idiot guy. She doesn't know whether it's returned, but I'd prefer if Logan's player was at least a passing W/R fan. If anyone wants to take him on for the weekend, I'd love you forever. I probably will not be able to play all day Saturday (I think it's Halloween weekend, which is Dad's Day here) but I should be able to play Friday afternoon/night and Sunday afternoon. If there's no interest, I'll just NPC him, or say he didn't show up and have Rogue angst over that.
If you want to play the big idiot Logan, just comment here or on my voicemail.