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[echolls_cursed]

Taking over the kitchen table hadn't been hard, it was late enough that most of the island had already eaten dinner, and the kitchen was empty other than the occasional coffee drinker and late night snacker. His own cup of coffee was teetering right on the edge of the table top, a disaster just waiting to happen as Logan shuffled his playing cards

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[neptune_sleuth]

Veronica glanced over at him as she wandered into the kitchen to get some coffee. The madness of switching bodies with someone else had passed her over again, thank god, but there were other kinds of madness to deal with. Between everyone flipping out and Ginger's death, she needed a break. There were clues but they led her nowhere. They didn't lead anyone anywhere, and there were so many experts on the case. Sometimes it was like there was nothing for reminding her how useless she was here like a case finally turning up.

Once she'd poured her coffee, she leaned against the counter and looked over at him, eyebrow arched. "Playing with yourself?"

[echolls_cursed]

Glancing up from his game, Logan leaned back in his seat slightly as he looked her over and flashed a grin that was pure saccharine.

"That I am," he replied, turning over another card. "Don't worry though, I wasn't lonely. I mean, how could I ever be? Whenever I play with myself, I'm always imagining that I'm playing with you, Ronnie."

[neptune_sleuth]

"Ooh, clever," Veronica said, eyes narrowing in mock admiration. Walking over with her cup in her hand, she leaned against the table where he was set up. "Don't worry, I never think about whether you're lonely." She laid her free hand on his shoulder for a second before reaching over him to move his cup out of danger. She hadn't come in to antagonize him, but it was just so easy to do.

[echolls_cursed]

Head turning slightly to look at where her hand had been resting on his shoulder, Logan was silent for a moment before he scooped up the cards and started shuffling again.

"So, does that mean you just think about me naked?" he joked, not quite as witty as he usually was, but slowly falling into a familiar rhythm. "Because I am single again you know, Vee, and there's a games closet just down the hall where I can make that dream of yours a reality. 'Cause let's be honest, what's more romantic than getting naked between the old curling brooms and Scrabble?"

[pinata_helmet]

J.D. was not a card shark, neither was he looking for trouble. In fact, he could count the number of games he knew how to play on three figners, four on a good day. What he did need was a friendly face, a friendly voice, and something to do. He had the feeling that clinic hours wouldn't even approach his normal 80 hours per week at Sacred Heart.

With a cup of coffee in one hand he walked casually over to the table Logan occupied and watched for a moment before speaking up. "Have you ever wondered if it's ever inappropriate to bust a move?" he asked the young man vaguely, without a real reason. Maybe he just needed some perspective, since he had the feeling he'd be on this island for some time.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan glanced up. He took a long moment to take the other man in, studying eveything from his shoes to his hair before finally answering.

Leaning back in his seat, he shrugged. "Wouldn't do it at a funeral, not unless it was Hitler's or someone like that. Except, then you have to deal with whatever psychos are actually mourning the guy, and hope they don't snap and shoot you... But yeah, I can think of a few occasions where doing your best macarana would be inappropriate. Why?"

[pinata_helmet]

JD shook his head. He'd just been talking again, without really thinking things through or worrying with a filter. It was a common occurence, and one that had been known to cause its share of drama in his life. "You don't want to know, trust me," he said, and sat down in the chair opposite him. Try as he might he couldn't think of a good way to explain how he'd gotten from 'Ooooh look, he's playing solitaire! I wonder if he knows Go Fish also!' to, 'When is bust a move not an appropriate thing to say?'

He sat with elbows on the table. "Sorry, sometimes I do that. I'm JD."

[echolls_cursed]

Logan wasn't sure he'd ever get used to people just... talking to him. Not in a friendly manner anyway. If the other man had been hurling insults, he wouldn't have even blinked, but random friendly conversation? Yeah, he still found that slightly alarming.

Moving his last card, Logan started to shuffle again, ready for a new game.

"Logan," he replied simply, pausing just long enough to offer his hand in greeting.

[whatkindofgirl]

Juno walked into the kitchen, whistling (or trying to whistle) the Animaniacs theme song to herself. When she saw Logan sitting there at the table, she grabbed a banana from a bowl on the counter, and without waiting for an invitation, pulled out a chair and spun it so that she could sit in it backwards. She rested her forearms on the back and leaned in to him. "Shuffle up and deal, homeboy."

[echolls_cursed]

Glancing up, Logan made her wait until he'd moved his last card before starting to shuffle. His eyes flickered over her quickly, and he hummed to himself before speaking up and starting to deal out a game of poker.

"I'd complement your less pregnant figure, but I'm not sure if that's considered an insult rather than a compliment in this sort of situation," he said, almost sounding serious.

[whatkindofgirl]

Juno shrugged. "I don't know either. But I should warn you, these aren't my normal boobs, so enjoy them while they're here."

Not that he would, of course. Leah had warned her that the cute ones were always gay. And he and Neil weren't even hideously old like Joe or Jack the toothpaste model.

[echolls_cursed]

"From a distance you mean," Logan snorted. "I don't think it's legal for me to enjoy your boobs up close yet. Though if you need someone to ring in your eighteenth with, feel free to drop by."

[jdick]

Rescuing the coffee cup from toppling over the edge, Joe set it on the table beside Logan before he collected his own cup of coffee and then returned to the table, sprawling in one of the chairs. "Know any good card games?" he asked, because he didn't know many beyond the usuals that everyone knew.

Poker had been a regular for the band back before they'd broken up. Joe had lost more money and cigarettes than he could count to John, who always seemed to win.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan didn't even answer, he just shuffled the cards and started dealing out a game of blackjack.

"I'd suggest strip poker, but that's creepy even by my standards," he smirked.

[jdick]

Joe laughed and kicked his feet up on a nearby chair, his hand wrapped around his coffee cup as he watched Logan deal. "Yeah, that'd be a little fucking weird," he agreed. "Especially in the middle of the kitchen. Eostre'd probably be really pissed if we got naked around the food."

Watching the cards flip down on the table, Joe's gaze shifted back and forth. "Blackjack?" he asked a second later, because it was one of the few games he knew.

[echolls_cursed]

"She's an ex pagan goddess, she'd probably join in," Logan argued, pausing for a moment to consider the pros and cons of that. He shook it off, deciding that ending up naked in a room with Joe wasn't worth getting to see Eostre in various states of undress.

Besides, she was probably some sort of card shark.

"And yeah, blackjack, you know how to play, right?"

[agent_dean]

Brendan wandered into the kitchen, feeling hungry and weary. It had been a long day and he was looking forward to stuffing his face before he went home to call it a night. They'd gotten absolutely nowhere in the investigation and the idea of a killer just wandering around the island was unsettling to say the least. This definitely called for cookies. And possibly pie.

There was a young man sitting at the table with a deck of cards and a book and Brendan gave him a smile in greeting. "Good evening," he said, heading straight for the fridge and opening it up. Pie, pie, pie, pie, in your eye, aye aye.

[echolls_cursed]

Logan glanced up from what he was doing, just long enough to see who was talking to him. The guy looked familiar, but with all the clones and fictional people running around, well, everyone sort of started looking familiar after a while.

"Hey," he said finally, offering the guy a nod as he leaned back in his seat. Kicking his feet up on an empty chair, his knee banged the table, causing his mug to wobble just a little bit more. He waited until it was about to fall before catching it by the handle, splashing coffee onto the floor, but managing not to break anything.

[agent_dean]

Brendan pulled out a plate with half a pie on it just as the coffee splashed on the floor. "Nice catch," he said before putting the plate down on the counter. He gestured. "Do you want in on some of this pie?"

[echolls_cursed]

"Uh..."

It wasn't like it was a hard question, so really it shouldn't have taken so long for Logan to answer it. Still, it seemed a little strange and out of the blue coming from a stranger, and Logan stared for a moment before shaking his head no.

"No, I ate already, but thanks or whatever," he replied.

He cleaned the coffee up with a spare dishtowel, not even bothering to get out of his seat as he did it.