For Old Time's Sake. [Closed, In Progress.]
WHO: Omi (truthandfressia) and open to the members of Weiss.
WHAT: Some researching and a little chat.
WHERE: Weiss HQ.
WHEN: RIGHT NOW.
[Omi sighs as he mulls over his journal, a pencil and separate notebook handy on the desk in front of him. He's been scribbling notes all day.
He spares a glance at the tea cup on the desk. The tea's gone cold, and he glances over his shoulder toward the kitchen, contemplating a fresh cup.]
WHAT: Some researching and a little chat.
WHERE: Weiss HQ.
WHEN: RIGHT NOW.
[Omi sighs as he mulls over his journal, a pencil and separate notebook handy on the desk in front of him. He's been scribbling notes all day.
He spares a glance at the tea cup on the desk. The tea's gone cold, and he glances over his shoulder toward the kitchen, contemplating a fresh cup.]