['BAH HUMBUG!' describes Hank's mood pretty well at the moment.

Not being one for cheer or good will toward men, Hank is currently doing the one thing he hasn't been able to do in a long time: get nice and drunk. He doesn't stay in one place for long, however, - there are way too many places to go in this city - but it means you're chances of ( Read more... )

[Anyone with their journals open today ought to be able to hear what sounds like intense arguing. The voices fade in and out as Hank's journal slowly flutters open and close, dangling from his hand.

The first voice sounds desperate and angry, the second is that of a woman, and the third is unmistakeably Hank. Good listeners can hear that their ( Read more... )

[There's a cyborg in the kitchen tonight, sitting at a table and looking like he wants to smack something or punt it across the city. He briefly looks up to stare at the microwave on the counter.

A minute passes.

And another.

... the microwave promptly explodes.]

Feh.

[ooc: open kitchen post! Mind the debris.]

[Hank's in the library - again! - reading (or trying to, anyway) a book. Yet he looks anxious as he eyes his journal.]

...So.

Who among you have yet to discover what your loss first was when you arrived here? Surely I'm not the only one.

[Hank's on the roof again today, staring off into space looking both bored and like he's concentrating on something. Which he is: it's another round of Technopathic Shenanigans!

Things have changed since he'd done this last: Abel and his nanites were long gone, obviously, and GLaDOS had returned. Hank could feel those soldier-types in their powered ( Read more... )

[Ever since coming back, Hank had felt... uneasy. Like something was wrong or the world around was now fundamentally different, and that feeling was more than enough to spur him to continue his projects. He glides softly across the skies of Paradsa, headed in a northerly direction, and contemplates the current state of things.

From here he would be ( Read more... )

[Anybody near room 313 will notice that the door is cracked ajar, having been carelessly left open.

They'll  probably wish it had stayed closed, though. Inside, everything appears normal... well, not really. The furniture is all there, sure, but everything - EVERYTHING - from said furniture to the walls and floors, and whatever other little kick- ( Read more... )

[It was like going to sleep, he noticed: one second he'd been there, the next he was awake in his room, like it was all just a dream.

He wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not. On one hand, he remembered and experienced nothing - the kind of oblivion he'd wanted. And yet... Hank was upset. Upset that he'd been brought back, and felt so empty.

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[Superman has been on the backburner a little. Clark hasn't been in the suit for a battle in some time, and he's never worn it in daylight -- that moment will probably come soon ( Read more... )

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