Hyperion Lobby, Friday evening
There were no cases on Friday.
Well... sometimes there were but this was not one of those times.
Unless you counted the mystery of how long Angel and Logan could make out before one of them remembered that Logan required oxygen to live.
Or the mystery of whether or not they'd stay right where they were, with Logan sitting on top of the reception counter and Angel standing in front of him, as nature took its course or if one of them would get pouty about a lack of a comfy mattress and point out this could be continued upstairs.
Yep, mysteries for the ages, those.
[ooc: for he who is no longer pining for the fjords]
Well... sometimes there were but this was not one of those times.
Unless you counted the mystery of how long Angel and Logan could make out before one of them remembered that Logan required oxygen to live.
Or the mystery of whether or not they'd stay right where they were, with Logan sitting on top of the reception counter and Angel standing in front of him, as nature took its course or if one of them would get pouty about a lack of a comfy mattress and point out this could be continued upstairs.
Yep, mysteries for the ages, those.
[ooc: for he who is no longer pining for the fjords]